The Best Life Yet

Spork, I just saw your reply, and I'll give it some thought. Our posts crossed, and I think it's a funny coincidence that the question I pose at the end of mine is actually the opposite of what you were positing.

In other news, Jasper canceled on me and the manager of the apartment is suddenly trying to nickel and dime us to death. Why is all of this stuff converging on me at once, and the day I'm supposed to start bleeding? Clearly, I was too happy last night.
 
Spork, I just saw your reply, and I'll give it some thought. Our posts crossed, and I think it's a funny coincidence that the question I pose at the end of mine is actually the opposite of what you were positing.

In other news, Jasper canceled on me and the manager of the apartment is suddenly trying to nickel and dime us to death. Why is all of this stuff converging on me at once, and the day I'm supposed to start bleeding? Clearly, I was too happy last night.

Weird! Like "here's everything awesome! Ha, just kidding." The universe is a strange place.

I hope it all shakes out in the end, it probably will, somewhere in between "Everything is amazeballs!" and "Everything is sucksauce!"

Sucksauce. LOL! I just made that up. It sounds so naughty.

So yeah, when I read your post and the last bit, I thought to myself, "OK, maybe not, perhaps I am wrong." I am ok with being wrong. It was just...lines of questions, thinking, stuff...

Oh, and I also would like you to know that when I typed the word "bullied" I actually had to pause because I had the mental image of that photo, with you in the green latex dress thing and Rider in the maid outfit, and the rather insane size difference between you, and I imagined you like physically pushing him around for a second and it was comical.

Just...yeah. That's my squirrel-brain for ya.
 
You guys. Life is so weird. After all that . . . SHE STOOD HIM UP.

Well. At least I have a date tonight? . . .
 
I'd tell you about the ren fair last weekend and give you another chapter of the wedding story, but I'm too busy this week with moving-related stuff to go into storytelling mode. I'm also super sad today about Chris Cornell. Suicide is the saddest thing.

Things are wonderful with Rider, although we did have a very strange moment a couple days ago where I accidentally upset him without having any idea that the thing I said would do so. Sometimes it surprises me how much we still have to learn about each other after being together for 3.5 years. It always feels like THE WORST THING to accidentally upset someone. Like, when you're arguing, sometimes you know and expect that the things that you have to say to speak your piece might upset the other person, but when it happens out of the blue, it's heartbreaking.

Things are non-happening with Jasper this week. I'm too busy with the move, and he's too busy adjusting to his new job. Hopefully we'll both have some time next week. I'm feeling a little insecure in the situation because, while I'm super-super-super happy for him that he's gotten his dream job, the fact that he's pulled away pretty hard (not just not being able to hang out, but not texting very much—never first and short replies) since he's started makes me worry that now that he's employed, he may see himself as better perma-relationship material for someone, and might be distancing himself from me as a result in preparation for that. But he's probably just busy and my worry-brain is too active. :p
 
Band practice and packing tonight. Moving truck day is tomorrow. Ren fair again (solo this time, most likely) is Sunday. I miss Jasper FIERCE today, probably because I saw him post a selfie on Twitter last night.

I have been eating and drinking all of the things and need to start reining that in on Monday after the fair, because if I gain any more weight, I know from experience that I will begin to disgust myself, and my self-esteem will fall into the toilet. Maybe I'll fire up the weight-loss thread again . . . :cool:
 
Heya Reverie,

Congrats on the wedding, honeymoon and new house! Super cute. :) loved the blog you linked too and the piccies.

How did the move go? Is your fur baby getting settled in?

Has Jasper started talking again?

Hope you're having a great week and getting some much needed rest in between all the upheaval. Also I'm in approval of updating the fitness blog haha it keeps getting lost in the forest...
 
Thanks, Star! I actually started writing a super long post yesterday but then got too busy to finish it. Going to post it in a bit. :)
 
As of Sunday morning, we're finally totally moved into our new apartment, though it's still cluttered with boxes everywhere. The process has not been without its troubles, but I think we're better for it.

Trouble #1: Despite still having our security deposit, pet deposit, and 6 days of pro-rated rent for our old place tied up for 21 days with the management company, we had to come up with (cashier's checks, no less) security deposit and pet deposit for the new place within 24 hours of finding out we got it, PLUS we have to give him more cashier's checks with the first month's rent tonight, only a week later. So we had to come up with more than twice the rent basically on the spot, WHILE they still owe us $1950—and all before our normal rent is usually due. This meant we both had to drain the leftover honeymoon money, our regular savings accounts, and our checking accounts. We each have $45 to our names until Rider gets paid on Thursday, at which point he'll pay me back for the extra I floated him to get through the week.

Trouble #2: The management company decided to reveal only at the last minute that because we're transfer tenants instead of new ones, we are not eligible for the $30/month break in rent for the first year. AND that we're responsible for paying $20 to the water company each month (unheard of in apartment living!). AND that there's a mandatory cleaning fee that comes out of our deposit ($118). AND that when a year is up, we may be on the hook for something called "pet rent," which they are waiving for the first year. The manager assures us that the last part is unlikely and that they only spring it on unsatisfactory tenants, which we have not been. But I don't trust them much after all this. Another expense, which I was at least made aware of in advance, is that this apartment requires renter's insurance. So that's another $20 per month.

Trouble #3: On top of all that cost, our new place didn't come with a fridge (pretty common for this city) so I had to buy one on Craigslist. The fridge itself was only $185, so not too bad, and the guy delivered it for free. The problem was that it was 1/2" too wide for the space allotted for it! Rider and I had to move one of those under-cabinet microwaves to make space for it. It was HELLACIOUSLY heavy and unwieldy, and I had to go buy a drill bit to be able to move it. It was a giant pain in the ass, but we got it done, and I believe now more than ever that we can do almost anything with teamwork.

Trouble #4: When the gas man came Monday to switch my service on, he inspected the appliances and discovered that both the water heater and the wall heater need to be fixed before he could allow them to be turned on, so he tagged them non-functional. This means that we had only cold-water "bird baths" and no hot showers for the first few days—and you know how filthy moving makes you feel. At least they fixed the water heater yesterday.

And then, of course, in addition to all the money that went to the management company and to buying the fridge, there was Uhaul truck rental and eating out all week because all our kitchen stuff was packed . . . it has been an EXPENSIVE month!

Before I found out how much the move would cost immediately, I was planning on using my leftover honeymoon money and extra paycheck this month (it's one of those odd months with three) to get a kitten ($275 for adoption fees and additional pet deposit), a tattoo ($500), a septum piercing ($40), vocal coaching ($75), a new bass amp ($300-500), and re-upping my Pilates membership ($240). All of that is major Reverie-wish-list stuff that I've been patiently waiting for an extra-check month to be able to get.

Now I fear I will end up spending a bunch of it on interest from the credit card racking up I've done in the past week. And even if the interest is not killer, I'll have to wait till we get our old deposit back before feeling comfortable splurging. It seems like that stuff has been on my wish list FOREVER and it always seems like the moment it is within reach, it gets snatched away. Oh, well. Maybe just a couple things at a time.

So the question is this: after all that hardship and sacrifice getting to where we are with the new place, is it worth it? Perhaps surprisingly, the answer is DEFINITELY YES.

Our new place is bigger and shaped better. The bedroom is wide enough that we can actually put the bed in the middle of the wall—neither of us up against a side—and center it below the fan so that I can attach the tall posts to make it look all romantic-like. There's space out in the living area to store the bunnies, so there are no more bunny noises and messes in the bedroom.

The kitchen is far more spacious with a little bar area and space to put a bar cabinet if we acquire one. The new fridge is bigger than the old one, with more space for Rider's hot sauce collection. There's space in the living room for Rider's desk and our musical equipment, so we can actually use the dining nook for dining. There are dimmable can lights in the living room, so less space taken up on surfaces and floors with lamps.

All the windows have bars on them, so we can leave our windows open during the day and no one can break in and the cat can't push the screen out and escape. There's space to store my bike along one wall, so I don't have to fold it up every day. The bathroom is bigger and has a ton more storage, and the shower doors are frosted so every little bead of water residue doesn't show up if Rider forgets to squeegee.

And I mentioned in an earlier post: THE FREAKING PARKING SPACE! Oh, the luxury of not having to move the car twice a week for street sweeping. To not have to cruise for ages for parking if I get home at the wrong hour. To not have to park all the way down the street and then move the car out front when it is time to haul music gear to a practice or show. Seriously, it's almost worth all the extra money just for that alone.

It's only six blocks from our old place, but it's a quieter, tree-lined residential street, so there is no threat of the block across the way getting razed on us again. And it's still walking distance to all the stuff we used to walk to, though it'll take a bit longer. We're actually CLOSER to a favorite taco stand, my favorite retro bar, and the Goodwill. :)

We still have a little ways to go before the inside will be complete, and that's going to take time and money. Obviously unpacking and cleaning up all the moving dust comes first. Then probably a rug for the living room and the bar cabinet for the kitchen will be the next things we shell out for. And I'd love some extra drawer space in the bedroom to control our sex toy collection, if I can make that happen on the same IKEA trip.

I suppose that's enough rambling about housing stuff. What else is going on?

Yesterday, Rider and I had a taco date and then we went to go put flyers up at the venue where we're doing a gig Friday night, and then we went over the musical material to make sure I'm prepared.

Tonight, I get to see Jasper for the first time in a couple of weeks. I had honestly begun to worry that he was done with me now that he started his new job, because he was in WAY less contact than usual the past couple weeks, never texting first and only short replies, if any at all. But then when I told him I was done moving, he wanted to hang out this week, so we set a date for Wednesday. And then Monday night he tried to get me to come over spur of the moment, but I was too busy unpacking. I suppose he'll be giving me the scoop tomorrow about what's been keeping him so busy. I'm curious to hear about his job!

He sounds excited to see me, at least. :) Our plans are to meet up kind of on the late side, grab a drink, then go back to his place to chill (read: have amazing haven't-seen-you-in-two-weeks sex).

Tomorrow is band practice, and Friday is the show itself. I put a LOT of effort last week into getting our band administrative stuff sorted. I bought us a domain name, email account, and Dropbox, and then set up all the social media stuff. (Rider is to make the website itself when he has I chance.). Then I made a spreadsheet that lists everyone's contact info, all the logins to all the band stuff, a list of important dates (shows, festival applications, etc.), and a bunch more stuff that I thought would be useful to have easy access to.

And then this weekend our friend Jerry from FL is in town. (Longtime blog readers may remember this as the friend that I kissed during my birthday celebration in 2015. I am unlikely to do that during this visit.) He'll get to watch our show and then we will give him the tour of Cool Local Shit. It should be a good time.

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In poly news, there hasn't been much in the way of real-life changes, but there have been some discussions. We're still coasting along in a state of pretty stable monogamishamy, in that neither of us is trying to "relationship" with others, but we are both free to "FWB" to a degree that it does not interfere too much with the rest of our life. We refreshed our profile on Feeld but haven't gotten much buzz on it. We've talked about firing up revamped, more laid-back OKC profiles so that Rider could maybe find a FWB and I could mostly browse and think about some chick-hookups.

We did a little processing of the stress surrounding the whole chick-who-stood-him-up thing, and we broke the problems down into their parts:

He took ownership of the fact that he had been cagey and weird about being upfront with me about his planning process for making plans with an outside partner. He said he thinks it is leftover baggage from both old relationships and from the way things sometimes unfolded in the past of our own relationship. He said he thinks he has a subconscious desire there to keep stuff somewhat secretive until he is certain it will come to pass. This is because he associates disclosing plans about outside/new partners with having to process negative emotions from his existing partner(s)—me included—and he'd rather not weather an emotional storm when there is a chance the person might not even go for his plan. He recognized that this "be cagey now, disclose possibly later if things go well" is counterproductive to relationship trust, and that avoiding a discussion out of trying to avoid provoking a negative emotion is not good communication policy. He apologized for the caginess and for his poor reaction.

I took ownership of the fact that I was on my absolute worst possible day of hormonal nightmare time, so I absolutely was being way more hypersensitive to and emotional about everything than normal. I apologized for believing (even for a moment) that he was actively lying to me, and I told him I'll try to let him know in the future when I think my reactions may be colored by hormones.

He admitted that he does have a tendency to "steamroller" things in other areas of his life when he catches the scent of a possible sexual adventure, and he agreed that this steamroll effect is what allowed him to ignore that the timing of this most recent proposed dalliance was quite poor. (It was right after our wedding, when we were still getting back to normal life, AND it was the same week we'd just put in an application for a new apartment and were dealing with jumping through those hoops. Not to even mention that we'd already had plans for all the days that weekend when he found out.) He has agreed to try to work toward a brain-hack that will assist him in mitigating this steamrolleriness and allow him to think more clearly, even when vagina is on offer.

I'd also read to him some of what y'all had posted here, and he said that he did feel bullied in one moment, which is when I kept asking him questions because I could tell that there was more he was not telling me. I obviously didn't mean to make him feel that way, so I apologized. I will try to remember just to ask the direct question next time, instead of playing 20 questions with the path forming based on how hot or cold I seem to be, which is what I tend to do when I have a hunch but want to give people the chance to put stuff in their own words rather than making them answer yes or no to my words. I'd thought that the way I was doing it was the kinder way, but if it makes him feel bad, it's kinder to do it the other way.

I actually quite like how this whole monogamishamy thing is shaking out. It gives us a chance to bump up against polyish things every once in a while and process them, getting better at these skills all the while, but we're doing it without involving the feelings of other people much, if at all, so we're not in too much danger of accidentally hurting anyone but each other—and we usually recover from those little boo-boos pretty easily.

Talking about stuff without any kind of pressure on is great for learning about each other's similarities and differences and figuring out ways to "translate" to each other in those areas where our differences color our perceptions and interpretations of things.

Recent topics of conversation, as we feel things out, have included a re-discussion of "how much do we want to know"; some discussion about our different approaches to processing and expressing jealousy; and a pretty lengthy back and forth on how FOMO and a sense of urgency contribute both to Rider's steamroller effect, which, in turn, contributes to my becoming quite grumpy. I find it difficult and uncomfortable, no matter the person or situation, to watch my partner get "drop everything and move heaven and earth" laser focus on another person. Not that I haven't been there myself (ahem, Beckett), but that does not make it easier. The times when Rider being with other people has been the easiest for me have always been those times when he's been mellow and chill and matter-of-fact about a thing, rather than in "OMFG I have to make this happen" mode.

Speaking of Beckett, Facebook reminded me a moment ago that today marks the two-year anniversary of my meeting him. We've texted some in recent weeks, but not much. We miss each other a little and have plans to meet up at a convention in a neighboring state in August. I'm planning for that to just be a friendly thing, most likely, but it will be wonderful to see him. He's still with that boyfriend. It's been about 10 months now, so I guess it's going well. I'm surprised, but happy for him, if he's happy.

I have more to say (and still want to post about wedding/honeymoon stuff) but I seem to be FAR too busy right now to actually type it all out. So, until next time . . .
 
Hmmm . . .

Things are in a weird place with Jasper. Not bad, necessarily, just weird. Wednesday night, I got to his place around 9:00 (he now gets home around 8:30), and he was super happy to see me and we were kissing before I even was fully through the front door of his building. We had plans to maybe go see his friend’s improv show after sex, though I told him I would likely have to leave before it was over due it being a weekday and cutting into my bedtime.

He poured me a glass of wine, and we started talking and making out and sipping wine and talking and making out. At one point, I was sipping wine and looking at him over the top of my glass, and he burst out with, “I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!” and pounced on me. I set my glass down and said, “Good! I was a little worried you didn’t like me anymore now that you have a job.” My tone was light, but I was telling the truth.

A cloud crossed his face, and he said, “Well, it’s like . . . part of it is just being really busy with work taking up so much of my time. But part of it is . . . I’ve been starting to feel like I am coming to a place where I might be almost ready for a . . . partner . . . again. So I’ve been kind of trying to make more space for that—that’s why I don’t invite you when I go out dancing and stuff like that. I’m kind of trying to look around and see what could possibly happen, and I want there to be room for that. Is that weird to hear?”

And I told him that it wasn’t that weird to hear—that in fact, I had intuited as much. I told him the hypothesis I’d had (the one I’d written about here) about him perhaps feeling like he has more to offer now that he has a job, and so he’s more ready to look for something serious. He looked thoughtful and then said that he believes my intuition was exactly correct.

I said that we can start dialing it back to platonic friendship now, if he wants, explaining that it will be easier for me to handle if we actually dial it back before he meets someone, rather than abruptly stopping because he met someone. He said that it makes sense to him that I’d feel that way, and he praised my communication skills (for knowing how I feel and what I want and being direct about it), but then he said he’s not really at the point where he’s actively looking, only kind of passively, so he’s not really ready to stop with me yet. He said he’d let me know when he does get to that point.

I also told him that our friendship would probably be easier for Future Girlfriend to accept if he could tell her, “This is a friend I used to hook up with, and then we stopped a while back,” rather than, “This is a friend I used to hook up with and then I stopped because I met you.” He exclaimed that he had never even considered that, and said I was totally right, then doubled down on his assertion that he’ll let me know when he’s ready, so then we can start trying out some “buddy time” at that point of his really actively looking.

The process of talking about all of this was not easy for me. There were a few moments where I had to cast my eyes upward and control a quivery lip to prevent tears from taking hold. Talking about transitions and endings is rough, even when they are not immediate, and even when you’ve known all along it was coming. He apologized for dropping the conversation on me at a weird moment and said, “but [he] really feel like it’s an important conversation to have and to keep having” at intervals. I agreed with that part for sure.

I explained to him that my feelings for him never went away, exactly, when we downgraded. I just tempered them so that they were far less intense and threw a sopping wet blanket over the blazing NRE. But, for me, the feelings, though muted, are the same. He said that his feelings are the same as at the beginning too, but they have been tempered the whole time by the situation and what he knew was possible. I believe he was being a bit revisionist there, because one time not long ago, I went back through our entire text record, and it sort of sliced up my soul to see how intensely lovey and attentive he was at the beginning, before shit got really weird. There was nothing tempered about it, and I have proof, but I didn’t feel like it was my place to call him on it in that moment.

We kissed and cuddled some more, and he kept exclaiming how it feels “SO GOOD!!!” to be with me. My emotions were rattled enough that I wasn’t feeling the sexual energy as much as usual. We kept stopping to talk some more in between making out, and at one part we were talking about how hard it is to find people that we like, and I told him that I like just about everything about him. His eyes sparkled and he told me that he loves me.

Soon things got hotter and heavier and we moved to the bedroom. He was less careful than he usually is about making sure I got mine (I didn’t) before he finished. I took note of that, figuring I can bring it up next time we hang out. I didn’t want to spoil the short time we had that evening.

During our post-coital cuddling, he just kept sighing and talking about how good it feels to be close to me. I stared at the ceiling, distracted, thinking about how unfair life is that I met this amazing guy with whom I connect on so many levels, but each point of connection necessarily remains a more shallow one than I’d like it to be, due to circumstances. Normally, I’m really good at staying in the moment with him and just enjoying the time we have when we have it, but our previous conversation had me casting forward to the future.

The more he progresses through therapy and becomes less volatile, and the further he comes out of the depression he’d been in due to his past abusive relationship and unemployment, the more I see a grown-up, relatively emotionally stable REALLY COOL HUMAN emerging from the beautiful mess he’d been just a few months ago. And, like, I do wish I could have more of him than I can. I would never push his boundaries to try to get more when he’s said he doesn’t want more himself—that would be disrespectful and unethical—but I do still feel a little wistful sometimes.

I dunno. It comes and goes, this sense of dissatisfaction with the situation. Some days, I just want to say fuck it and try to forget he exists. Other days, I mope and pine about I’m not even sure what—I guess that I don’t live in an alternate universe where we can just really be together. Yet other days I just want to get on with the platonic part already so that I can push all of the nonsense aside and still hang out with him.

And then there are the days when I’m totally fine with the situation and just looking forward to seeing him, no kind of angst attached, only mellow anticipation. Those days, I want to just ride it out as long as it lasts, and I wonder what I'm so stirred up about the rest of the days. My emotions are rarely so wishy-washy on a subject as they are about him. It’s so confusing!

But, in a way, I guess it is just more of that same tale that’s as old as literature: star-crossed, doomed love that tries to grow through the cracks of what is allowed.

I kind of think that one of the benefits of not trying to start any new relationships once this thing is done will be not having to go through this again any time soon.
 
I think I got too distracted by the emotional aspect and forgot to finish the story of how the actual night with Jasper turned out. :p

After cuddling a bit, he said he wished I could stay over. We’d previously made tentative plans for Sunday, and I told him that if he wanted, I could stay over Sunday night, since I have Monday off work. He said he might be free early but not later Sunday—there was a party he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to attend—but if he ended up not going, that sounded good.

After a while, I asked if he still wanted to go to his friend’s improv thing. He was on the fence but decided yes. I decided to go with him instead of straight home. It was fun. We met up with a couple of his friends, the same ones we’d gone out drinking with before—the ones where I’m becoming independent friends with the female half of the couple.

During the show, Jasper was very sweet, kissing me on the cheek a lot during the performance, and occasionally grabbing my hand. The sexual energy that had been somewhat lacking earlier started to come flooding back. The scent of him kept distracting me from the performance, and I was suddenly hyper-aware that his semen was slowly dampening my panties. In a good way. I have a bit of a fetish for that. I was feeling quite rabid for more sex with him and desperately regretting having to go home. I did have to leave before the show was over, but not till near the end. Before I left, Jasper kissed me good, and we pinky swore that we would actually hang out on Sunday—my idea, because I’m over getting canceled on by him. He said he could hardly wait.

When I got home, I saw he’d sent me a nice text about how it had been good to see me. It was followed by another one saying he’d wished we’d skipped the improv thing and just cuddled and spent more one-on-one time together. I halfway agreed, thinking of how rabid I’d been in the theater, but on the other hand, I think it was kind of being out and about with him, and receiving all those little bits of affection, that made me more libidinous. Also, I’d never watched improv before, and doing new things is always fun and exciting and makes me feel closer to the person I’m doing them with.

Yesterday I wrote most of my last post. He was on my mind a lot. We did a bit of light sexting, and I was feeling flutters of desire and anticipation for the next time I see him. But I was also feeling that wistful feeling I went on about so much in the previous post—enjoying but wishing it didn’t have to be quite as subdued as it is, and wishing it didn’t have to end soon.

To try to figure out what exactly I’m wistful about—what is the ideal that I crave that this is falling sort of—I decided to make a list. Or, rather, a few lists, that outline what, to me, the ideal FWB situation would and would not look like.

When I think about what my ideal FWB situation would be like, it would be this (stuff that's missing from my current situation bolded):

1. Hang out roughly once a week, maybe sometimes twice, with a couple overnights per month when it works out well schedule-wise and is OK with my partner—basically spend enough time together to keep up a close enough emotional connection for me to want sex to continue (this is hit or miss)

2. Go do regular friend things like hiking and games, in addition to the fuck-buddy nighttime things like “Netflix and chill” and getting drunk together (once in a while we edge toward this, but it's super rare)

3. Actually be somewhat integrated into each other’s friend circles so that we’re not some sort of weird island in each other’s lives—this is something I really try to do with all my friends because I love combining friends and watching them befriend each other (well, I've met two of his friends . . .)

4. Send sexy pictures and texts to keep the desire stoked between meetings, but not as the only kind of texts sent—also send occasional “how are things going” or cute affectionate texts

5. Be dependable when plans have been made: minimal flakiness and canceling

6. Aim for openness and emotional vulnerability with each other, including attempting to accurately label, share, and express emotions

7. Be honest about sexual status in terms of testing and the addition of and level of safety with other sexual partners, so that each knows what kind of risk is being taken on

8. Be cool with each other’s partners, without requirement to be more than friendly acquaintances

9. Be willing to work through issues when they arise rather than torch the friendship at the first sign of trouble—if platonic might work better than +sex, be willing to try that out rather than just bailing

10. Build some culture of shared interest, like activities we commonly do together, shows we watch, and regular haunts for going out

11. Be willing to make short-to-medium-term plans, like tickets to a fun event that fits the culture of shared interest and may be a couple months away

12. Be open to exploring the sexual landscape together

13. Transition to platonic friends when the physical chemistry winds down (instead of trying to force the sex to keep going and instead of forcing platonic due to outside circumstances before the thrill is gone)

And what it would not be, the things that would separate it from a “real” relationship:

1. No “partner” labels

2. No expectation of romantic gestures

3. No assumption of being each other’s date to stuff, though offers are welcome

4. No trying to keep a sexual thing going once it cools off—accept the evolution to platonic rather than trying to “spice it up” at that point

5. No specifically going to meet each other’s family to do the “paraded through as a partner” thing (though if a meeting happens incidentally, that’s fine and nothing to freak out about)

6. No assumption of equal status to romantic partners or top priority over other friends in terms of scheduling

7. No escalator stuff like cohabitation, shared pets, or formalized commitments (though if some giant-house multiple-roommate situation or something like that arises, roommate status rather than cohabitating couple status could possibly be OK)

8. No long-term plans or expectation of life-reshuffling to accommodate in the case of a move or significant schedule change

9. No emergency contact status or expectation that this person will be in your top three to help you out of a bind

10. Discourage being seen as a default unit by friends, mutual and otherwise

11. No joint purchases larger than a sex toy

12. No splurging on expensive vacations together one on one (cheap weekend road trips are a perfectly acceptable shared friend expense though)

13. No going into each other’s place unexpectedly (though, historically, various local friends have had keys to my place at any given time, for purposes of convenience and/or favors, and if I became very close friends with a FWB and trusted them a lot, they might end up on that list)

And then the things that are pretty common to any relationship but that I don’t expect out of any of mine, FWB or otherwise:

14. No expectation of total sexual exclusivity

15. No patriarchal expecting the dude to pay for most things

16. No standing permission to access to each other’s most personal things, such as social media, email, or phone

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After writing the list, I was looking at my ideal FWB parameters, and they basically fall into three categories: things that I am just as likely to hope for from regular platonic friends (2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11); practical things that I require from sex partners (7, 12); and things that keep me feeling connected enough to someone to be interested in sex with them (1, 4). That last category is a "me thing," I think—I know that not everyone has to feel a strong connection to someone in order to want sex with them, but it's how my libido works.

I don't know what I'll do with this information. I believe it would certainly be overkill to present it to Jasper, haha. It think it was just a good exercise for exploring my own brain. Maybe I'll show it to Rider, just 'cause I show him a lot of the stuff I write.
 
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I'm super tired tonight but I'm taking a moment to write because I'm home alone. Rider made plans with Constance, Carrie, and some of his fan club friends when I thought I might be staying with Jasper. It turned out that Jasper wanted to go to his friend's party after all, so we only hung out for a few hours in the afternoon and then I came home.

Our band's show Friday night went really well. I was nervous but I actually played better than I may ever have in front of a crowd. Oona had an after party, since the venue was close to her house. There were tequila shots. I ended up kissing Jerry again (it seems I forget in between seeing him how much I like him) and then being super exhausted and passing out on his lap at the end of the party.

Saturday we all three slept till noon. Rider made coffee while I cuddled up with Jerry, and then we went to breakfast and hiking. We met some cool girls at the brunch place who it turns out are in another local band that I've seen advertised around. We traded Instagram accounts—yay for networking.

I'm fine with leaving the Jerry thing as a cuddly-kissy friendship, since that's what's OK with Rider. He is worried that more would make their friendship weird because he remembers the tension that would sometimes arise with him and Sam—not on Rider's end, but on Sam's. It's all fine by me. I'm a super cuddly person and really place more value on that than on sex most of the time anyway. I'm going to be in Jerry's town for like five days on business in July, and the idea did occur to me that more might make sense if we both wanted it, but if Rider isn't cool with it, I don't mind. I also kinda am just satisfied with the amount of sex and variety I'm already getting and not particularly eager to do the whole re-testing thing in July.

After hiking, we dropped Jerry off at his other friend's house and Rider and I had a date. We went to a couple breweries and then out for tacos. I had a good time while we were actually on the date, but unfortunately I saw something on social media on the ride home that reminded me of a fucked up thing (dead pet related thing) that happened in my past, and it threw my energy off for the rest of the evening. I just wanted to be cuddled and held after that, and I promised Rider there would be sex in the morning.

My morning ended up being one of those where all kinds of small, unrelated shit goes totally wrong and is frustrating: technical difficulties, not being able to find shit I was looking for (twice), Jasper being wishy-washy about our plans, clogged bathtub drain while I was trying to get ready. I did manage to rally my mood enough to have very good sex with Rider, though. I think both of us felt somewhat better after that.

The Jasper thing . . . I'd texted him around 11:00 last night asking what time he wanted to get together today, and he didn't respond till 11:00 this morning. He was apologetic but also wildly vacillating. First he tried to get me to come over immediately, and I was like, dude, no, I need to finish my coffee and then get ready, so how about 1:30. And then he told me he only had until 5:00. it was sounding like he wasn't sure if he did even want me to come and asked to give him a few minutes to think about it. I said sure and waited to hear from him. When 12:50 rolled around and I hadn't heard from him yet, I texted again, and he was back to being excited to see me. :rolleyes:

Rider left to go hang out with his friends, and I Lyfted to Jasper's. I had to force myself to stabilize my mood on the ride over. I was just feeling irritated by everything, including him. But when I saw him, all that melted away again. We ended up in bed pretty fast, and the sex was really hot. I was able to come in a position that I usually can't, which is always fun. Afterward we both fell asleep and slept for a long time. When we woke up, it was already after 5:00, so he was in a bit of a hurry to get out the door, already late to the thing he was supposed to go to—a party that involved dinner.

As for me, I found a great little Thai place near where he lives, and I took myself out on a me-date. :D Afterward, I was in a pretty serious food coma, and just kind of exhausted from all the human interaction I'd had over the past few days. I flopped on the bed and read the internet for three hours. Rider messaged me on and off with pictures of the fun he was having with his friends, telling me how much he missed me. He's so sweet. And Jerry was sending me pics from his hike with his other friend. But that was all the interaction I really wanted. I was more than thrilled to have a quiet night to myself!

Eventually, I got up and unpacked most of what was left in boxes in the bedroom. There are only a few things remaining to unpack and I think I'm going to wait to do those till we have some time and money to go to IKEA. I need some more drawers to put these things in. The bedroom is coming along nicely though. It really is so much better than the old one.

I talked to Rider recently about whether he'd be cool with Jasper hanging out here now that we have a better place and I've known him for about six months. (You may remember that he had a "thing" about people he didn't know well being in his space.) He said he didn't mind if we wanted to hang out here, but he wouldn't want us having sex in the bed. That is fair, I guess. I feel territorial about my own bed space sometimes too, so I understand.

The main reason I was thinking about it was that Rider is going to be out of town for several days both over the 4th of July and over Labor Day. If Jasper still has not decided that it is time for us to go into buddy mode by then, it would be nice to have him over here for once. But I guess I can just go to him.

That nap this afternoon was really nice. It reminded me of how well Jasper and I sleep together. We can tangle our limbs all up together and be totally interwoven and still be comfortable. I think we would have accidentally slept even longer if the temperature didn't start to rise in the room in the late afternoon. We woke up kinda sweaty and he went around putting the AC and all the fans on.

I did tell Jasper that if he wants company after the party he went to tonight, he could message me, and if I'm still awake, I'd come over and stay with him. I'm getting super sleepy, though, so the chances of that actually happening are becoming vanishingly slim. Rider is crashing the couch and Joel and Carrie's place. I'm not used to sleeping alone unless I'm on a business trip, but I'm not super stressed out about it. I'm only stressed about it when I also happen to be struggling with jealousy or envy, and tonight, I'm quite happy to just be home alone. Rider would party every night of the week if he could, but, man, I need a break sometimes! :cool:
 
With the wedding and the move finally behind us, and with Jasper being a lot more emotionally distant since he started his new job, I was feeling yesterday like I finally am starting to have time to perhaps try to meet a female FWB.

I'm still busy with the band and the activism stuff, but I didn't realize how much bandwidth the wedding and move planning stuff had been occupying me until yesterday, when I woke up to a Rider-free house and realized that, for once, I had only some unpacking and light housework to do—no logistical strategizing, no emailing, no budget spreadsheets (at least for a few days). I didn't feel like leaving the house yet, so opted not to go to the art museum when Oona invited me.

I browsed these forums for a while, and someone's mention of OKC reminded me that I'd been meaning to make time to revise my profile to reflect that I'm not looking for guys right now and that Rider and I are no longer fully poly. I also updated a bunch of my pictures since some of them were now over year old.

I felt a really strong pang when I was clearing all the old messages out of my inbox and saw my first messages with Jasper, back when he didn't realize how much poly would upset him. I couldn't bring myself to delete those yet.

But I updated my profile and relaunched it. I added a part in there about how I'm not looking for a unicorn, but I'm cool with it if my partner and whomever end up vibing together. I messaged about a dozen chicks who were 90+% matches with me, with interesting profiles and pictures that looked like I might be able to be attracted to them pretty easily.

One girl wrote me back very quickly. None of the others did at all so far. The one who wrote me back was super eager to meet up soon, so I'm going to meet her tonight at the retro bar. It's funny because, out of all of the people I wrote to, before she'd messaged me back, I'd pegged her as the person most likely to also be Rider's friend—just stuff in her profile that told me that they have pretty similar taste. She listed his favorite band, the one he's in the fan club for, among her favorites.

So we'll see how tonight goes. I get more nervous about meeting girls than I do guys. Guys are easy—I know how to flirt with them, and most of them that I actually meet tend to like me (often more than I end up liking them). With girls, I'm not always sure what to do. Hopefully we will have enough in common to keep the conversation going. Even if there's no attraction, she lives not far from me, and if she's a cool person I wouldn't mind collecting another platonic girl friend.

I'm trying right now to be mellow about the Jasper situation, but I keep still going back and forth with myself about whether I should end it. The part that argues yes is the part that is easily emotionally dinged by his distance. The part that argues no is the devil's advocate saying that I got to see him twice last week, though short, and the first time we actually went out and did a thing, which is what I'm always griping about.

It's probably hormonal, as I always feel WAY more like I wish I could have more of him when it is ovulation week, which it is. I get like a re-surge of something close to NRE, with extra craving of him sexually, and extra pining when I don't hear from him. I'm not going to make any big decisions till I feel like that's all over with.

Stupid hormones. The ovulation ones make me want Jasper too much when I can't have him, and the premenstrual ones make me over-emotional and grumpy with Rider (especially around other-partner things). It's like I'm doomed to be dissatisfied with one or the other of them half the month. :cool:

I'm looking forward to the possibility of girl things though. I haven't been with a woman sexually since . . . jeez . . . I was halfway participatory in a threesome with Rider and Allie in November, but mostly I stayed out of that one. The last time I would really COUNT is probably when Allie visited us over a year ago, spring of last year. I've just been too busy to meet anyone till now.

If I end up adding someone to the mix, I'll need to have a convo with Rider and with Jasper about the level of safety they're comfortable with. I know F-to-F is the lowest infection transmission risk, but I'll still need to work out whether I should use barriers for oral, and what my/our testing schedule should be. First things first, though—I don't even know if this girl and I will click.

Jerry texted me last night when he was getting on the plane back home. He thanked me for being awesome and for making him feel comfortable, which he said is "no small feat." I'm glad that renewing a bit of physical affection in that friendship didn't make anything weird, but rather seemed to enhance it.

The other non-monogamy-related thing that has come up that I haven't mentioned yet is that Rider and I have been talking to Aurora about possibly coming to visit in the fall. There's an awesome band playing on her birthday and plane tickets between our cities are surprisingly cheap, so we could foot the bill to fly her out. I know she's interested in me, and I believe she's also interested in Rider, so it'd be a probable group thing. Being with her and Rider together has been a long-standing fantasy of mine (getting turned on just thinking about it, lol ovulation). There would, of course, be no pressure to get sexual, though. I'd also be happy just to see her and show her around town. Because she's so much younger than me (10 years), I try to always leave space for her to let me know she's interested in doing stuff, rather than putting moves on her first.

I'm supposed to be helping Rider update his OKC later this week, so that he can also search for his own FWB. He and I had some really good discussions about all of that yesterday. We talked about how cool it would be if he could just meet someone nearby who is cool and friendly with me and fine with just-friends sex with Rider. We know plenty of people who fulfill all the criteria except "nearby" (most live on the East Coast) so presumably there are some who exist nearby as well. We just have to sort through the haystack to find them.
 
That date went well! I shall name her Cherry! 🍒

We met up at 8:30 and ended up hanging out till almost midnight, nursing a couple cocktails and just talking. I felt instantly at ease with her and we chatted about everything under the sun, from grad school to music to strap-on dildos to exercise to feminism to psychedelics to TV shows to poly.

At the end of the night, I walked her to her scooter, and she asked if she could kiss me. It was a good kiss, and I am a little fluttery remembering it. I think this is going to be a good friendship. :)

Jasper . . . hasn't messaged me back in a couple days, not even when I texted last night just to ask whether he's free Thursday or Friday. Like, he could have just said "I don't know yet" or "I don't feel like hanging out that soon." But instead he said nothing at all. Ball's in his court.
 
A few hours after my last post, Jasper finally did message me back, just saying "Maybe!! Sorry, work is overwhelming." I wrote him back saying no worries, reiterating the days that I'm free, and telling him to hit me up if he wants to hang out and I'll let him know whether I'm still free then. I haven't heard anything at all back, and he's been tweeting about going out and doing stuff with people, so maybe he's just doing a slow fadeaway.

I'm not gonna lie, it still hurts when he makes me the absolute last priority, much more than most of my other friends do, and I'm not quite so intimate with most of them.

I guess I just need to get over it. Put on my big girl pants and tell him—if I hear from him again—that I'm ready to segue our connection to platonic because I'm not feeling connected enough anymore to want to keep the sex thing going.

It's like . . . I have three modes I can be in.

Friendship + Sex + Adequate Connection = Fine
Friendship + No Sex + Any Level of Connection = Fine
Friendship + Sex + Inadequate Connection = Hurts my heart

I've tried enough times to express that to him, and he's tried enough times to accommodate me, but we always end up slipping back into the place where I feel hurt. I'm tired of ending up there just because the sex is good, so, I guess there's my answer.

The other thing that sucks right now is that I think I am about to have to go to war with our property management company. We got our deposit check back yesterday and they not only nickel and dimed the fuck out of us on the silly shit they had a right to (1/3 of painting when we didn't paint anything, $5 for a missing light bulb, etc.), but they tried to stiff us on $100 of the pro-rated rent and tacked on a $150 "pet sanitation fee" that in the lease it says they can't do without consent. It also says it's for fleas, and our pets are on flea control meds. And it's not like there's carpet in the apartment, so what are they "sanitizing" anyway?

This sucks for four reasons: 1) this is really going to sour relations with the office and I have still been waiting for my approval to get the kitten, which means they are probably NOT going to let me get it; 2) even if we push back, we don't really have the means to push too hard, so we may just lose that super-unfair $250; 3) having less money coming back means I have to wait even longer on my wish-list stuff; 4) if this is how they are, they're likely to do the same shit to us on our way out of this apartment, whenever that is.

I hate. hate. hate. greedy scumbag landlords. Yes, I get that there are also nightmare tenants who make landlords' lives hell as well, but, excepting my first apartment when I had no idea what being an adult was, I have never been anything but a model tenant—returning apartments to the shape that I found them, paying rent on time, being respectful, fixing stuff on my own when I knew how. I've lived now in 22 (!) different rentals since graduating high school, and any lease I was in charge of, I've made sure to do enough on my way out that I got my full deposit back. This particular company is a special brand of awful.

At least Rider and I have a stay-at-home date planned tonight. I'm going to cook dinner, and we're going to have an edible and cuddle and watch movies. It's going to rule.

We were going to do something similar last night, but our friend needed some graphic design help and ended up staying a while and having some beers. I did get some boxes unpacked while they did that, so that's something.
 
Oh, holy shit, I just realized that tomorrow is my blogiversary! Three years of writing here! :D

A lot changes in three years . . .
 
I hate scummy landlords, too.

I now research the companies I deal with, and behave accordingly. One that I rented from when I first moved to Colorado Springs, had a bad reputation, and (stupid me) I only found out after I was in a house I'd rented from them. But it was upon the initial move-in and subsequent months that I discovered a ton of bad stuff about that house and I was very, "WTF guys??" about it.

So in dealing with them, I documented in great detail, 8 pages (typed) of items that were problematic with the house. Everything from damaged window screens (ok, it happens in rentals, whatever) to mouse droppings left in cabinets (ew, and also, C'MON couldn't they have cleaned that up?) and other stuff large and small. I made note of every little thing. And I got one of the managers of the company to sign, TWO copies of it, and I also signed them, and I gave him one and kept one.

When I went to move out, I asked if they had their copy in my file and they said, "Um...no." And I said, "That's cool. I have mine. I'll be happy to send you another copy of it. It's also signed by Boris." (Yes. Boris.) They were not thrilled. I think they'd hoped to pin all sorts of stuff on me.

Well, my deposit was the same as rent, about $1200 if I recall, and they did take $120 out as a "cleaning fee" which was bullshit, but I felt happy enough at having won back the majority of it that I just let 'em have it. I could have fought, but what is my TIME worth?

I'd hoped I was done dealing with all this when my ex and I bought the house, but now that we're divorced I'm back in the rent mill again. Oh well. I do love the flexibility and freedom that if I hate a place, I only have to wait out a year lease and I can move. I've always been stressed that if I buy a house...if something is no good, I'm far more "stuck" than if I am just renting.

I hope you get your kitten!

Oh, and I consider it very rude to make excuses to one person and then post it all over Twitter that you're going out with friends. It's not only making them a low priority, it's broadcasting it thoughtlessly. That would bother me. Don't tell me you're shagged out from work and then announce to the world that you're going out to party. Just tell me you want to spend time with some other friends or that...you're going out to party. That is not going to offend me. Jeez.

Or maybe don't broadcast things on social media like that?

Yeah. Sucks that it's going in that direction. I think the worst in a situation like that is that you've both tried so hard to keep a level of casualness in place, I'd also feel weird about even trying to ask for behavior changes in areas that bug me.

Ain't it funny how sex can be the one thing that changes how other stuff is perceived, though? Take sex out of it, now I don't worry if I'm doing enough for my old quad folks. Take sex out of it, and feelings of love are not "scary" or carrying unnecessary weight. You can say you love a friend, after all. No one cares about that. Say it to a lover though, and they might get weird about it. Take sex out of it and you don't worry so much about where you fall in a person's time/energy priorities.

Hm. Being a human is strange sometimes.
 
Ain't it funny how sex can be the one thing that changes how other stuff is perceived, though? Take sex out of it, now I don't worry if I'm doing enough for my old quad folks. Take sex out of it, and feelings of love are not "scary" or carrying unnecessary weight. You can say you love a friend, after all. No one cares about that. Say it to a lover though, and they might get weird about it. Take sex out of it and you don't worry so much about where you fall in a person's time/energy priorities.

Hm. Being a human is strange sometimes.

I blame hormones. Nature sets us up for sex to be a pleasurable bonding experience, and boy howdy does that work on me. Added to that the fact that I usually never even want sex with a person unless I really like them . . . yeah, I can do "casual" but I can't do "complete afterthought."
 
Still no word from Jasper. I'm trying to decide whether should reach out and initiate an ending conversation or just let a fadeaway happen. It's so weird to me because, since we met, he's placed emphatic importance on communication—even when it's been hard conversations—so if he's just ghosting, that seems totally out of character. :confused: I suspect that we are likelier to actually be able to be platonic friends if we have the conversation. Maybe I'll text him in the next day or two asking if he'd like to get together for a chat.

My weekend has been good. I had a lazy night with Rider Friday night. Yesterday my friend Elena and I went to the March for Truth and then had some beers and margaritas. We went to Cayo's bar and he basically plied us with free margaritas till I was quite drunk. Then we Lyfted to a really cool art exhibition and finally went back to her house for a bit and played with her cats. I finally met her partner who is a rather reclusive member of a superfamous band. He seems like a enough nice guy—not surprising given how cool Elena is.

Today I was thinking of going hiking but at the last moment I decided to have more lazy time with Rider since I was gone all day yesterday and kinda missed him.

I've still been texting with Cherry. I've also been messaging a bit with some more OKC people. One woman I messaged first wrote me back (a married woman in a poly marriage), and we have a TON in common. Oddly, we go to many of the same places but I don't think I've ever seen her. And then there are three women who seem like they will probably be good friendship prospects and who have written me first. Today I also saw a bi dude (poly, partnered) on there who seemed interesting, so I shot him a message. We have a ton of common interests and he seems from his profile to be open to FWB. With things ending with Jasper, I'm not quite so surrounded by maleness and am again more open to meeting guys.

As we were walking around Friday, Rider and I had been talking more about comfort level with more-involved poly and it feels good to me to talk about it without pressure on to have to re-institute it. It feels good to be about to introspect about it and then communicate about it—no fates hanging in the balance.

FWB still seems so much easier to me than the idea of embarking on other real relationships because it's just no pressure. The outside partners aren't entitled to "relationship perks" like winning out sometimes during schedule conflicts when they occur. We can have connection with people and have sexual variety without having to endlessly agonize about whether we're being jerks by prioritizing our relationship over another romantic relationship. We're not promising anyone more than we can actually deliver, so it meets my ethics standards.

We talked about how the biggest issues that still remain about the whole thing in my mind are these:

a) I'm still wary of the idea of competing demands for time or conflicting time slots when we're already so busy. I really hate losing control over any part of my schedule when I'm such a busy person, and there's really no way to keep the kind of control I want that would be FAIR if Rider had another relationship.

b) The processing associated with that time competition—my god, the processing. It's actually fun to have processing conversations when nothing is at stake. But when the pressure is on and I have to choose between being happy or being fair, it's a sleep-depriving, work-distracting, heart-pounding kind of stressful.

c) I've actually gotten really unused to sleeping alone and am in no particular hurry to subject myself to that in the circumstance of my partner being with another partner. Yes, I know that I have had overnights with Jasper, and those times Rider has had to put up with that exact thing, but I feel how I feel, even if it's a little hypocritical. I think I'd be fine doing no overnights with a new FWB, but if Rider or I were advertising "available for real relationship" to someone, most people will (rightly!) eventually desire overnights from us.

But the reason I keep still turning the poly idea over in my head is that I really just know it's easier for men (Rider) to have success when relationship things are also on the table. There seem to be comparatively few women on OKC looking for FWB. I do feel bad that it is far easier for me to find casual connections than it is for him. Just like how the opposite was always true during poly: it was always way easier for him to find functioning relationship situations than it was for me. I'd like to make things more fair. I'm just really hesitant about the stuff I listed above.

One woman who messaged me recently informed me of a new poly book and I'm thinking about buying the Kindle edition. I'm happy to keep reading books and blogs and forum posts and thinking and blogging and researching and considering—happily low pressure.
 
Still turning over in my head the idea of texting Jasper and what to say, with internal forces pulling me in opposite directions:

- desire for direct adult communication vs. not wanting to intrude if he wants to be left alone

- should I mention an ending in a message vs. should I try to meet up and discuss in person

- making the assumption that it's over on his end vs. leaving space for him to just be (oddly, silently) taking some time—either way, it's over on my end

I think I am leaning toward sending a nuanced email. Maybe on Wednesday, when it will have been a full week since he sent me that last five-word, two-day-delayed text. Once I've sent it, I feel like I can breathe a sigh of relief and just let the whole thing go. And maybe text him to hang out as platonic friends in a few months when the dust has settled some.

Already, since deciding to just be done (whether that's also his intention or not), I feel a TON better. And I also just feel more relaxed in my schedule and in my relationship with Rider.
 
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