Girl in my frat: …I just think that a relationship involving more than one person is wrong.
Me: You mean adultery? Or polyamory?
Girl in my frat: Is there really a difference?
Me: Well, one implies the betrayal of the confines of a relationship by involving some other party. One implies the understanding that the confines of a relationship can involve some other party.
Girl in my frat: I just think it’s wrong.
Me: So don’t do it.
Girl in my frat: I don’t think anyone else should do it, either.
Me: Why? It’s not affecting you.
Girl in my frat: Neither do murders or robberies in other countries. But I don’t think they should happen.
Me: You can’t equate polyamory to murder!
Girl in my frat: Why not? Both are wrong at the root of the matter.
Me: How is polyamory wrong?
Girl in my frat: Because it’s cheating.
Me: It’s not cheating if both parties are consenting and enjoying it.
Girl in my frat: That’s impossible.
Me: Why?
Girl in my frat: You can’t love more than one person.
Me: Says who?
Girl in my frat: It’s just impossible. That’s a lot to do. It’s enough to love one person. I can’t imagine myself loving more than one person.
Me: Some people can. And do.
Girl in my frat: I couldn’t do it.
Me: So therefore other people can’t do it either?
Girl in my frat: I just don’t think it’s possible if I can’t do it.
Me: I can’t whistle. Does that mean everyone else in the world can’t whistle?
Girl in my frat: It’s just wrong!
Me: Why?
Girl in my frat: Until I see someone I know intimately whose personality I understand do it, I just don’t think it’s possible. Or right.
Me: (smacks forehead, gets back to eating food after seeing argument is fruitless)
love
He came here.
Once, when he was really sick, I spoon-fed him beefaroni and took care of him until he felt much better. While there was no beefaroni involved this time (I’m a vegetarian), I do feel much better now.
And somehow a little bit worse.
Crawling in the nude to the door while my fully clothed lover comes home is one of my strongest, sweetest fantasies. He’s been off all day, working and doing his thing, and I’ve been waiting (im)patiently at home for him to come back and be with me. Hopefully I get some of this soon.
Greeting Daddy after His long day at work…