I’ve hinted at some of our dating activities in this blog before. Anyone who knows us well knows that Bear and I love each other like crazy. Anyone who knows us REALLY well knows that some of that love spills over onto other people on occasion.
Polyamory, for those who haven’t heard the term, is the notion that a person can love more than one person at a time, and can have serious relationships with more than one person as long as there is open honest communication. It’s that open, honest communication that distinguishes polyamory from cheating, which involves lying and sneaking around. Also, it’s the loving relationship part that distinguishes polyamory from swinging, which is mostly about having sex with others, but not necessarily any emotional attachments.
Man, I wish we were just swingers. Life would be a lot easier if we were swingers. The problem is that Bear and I both tend to get attached. So we have trouble with the notion of casual sex or friends with benefits. In fact, we’ve gotten attached to the wrong people (together- we always date together) more than once.
It would be fine if we could mitigate that damage by dating several people, only getting and giving small portions of attention/emotion, but that’s just not the way it goes for us. We just do better seeing one person at a time, and giving them all of us.
This is why our poly is not like the poly of others.
I always thought that polyfidelity was our ideal. With polyfidelity, the group consists of more than two, but it’s closed to dating outside of the group. I always thought we would end up with a third, and I’ve chased that. We’ve had some success, made some really close friends, had our hearts shredded, but we’ve always come out of it stronger than ever because our commitment to each other has never wavered. There’s always the hope that that one person who ‘gets us’ exists, but we haven’t had any luck finding that yet.
So we went the other way and experimented with more casual dating. It was nice, but left me feeling like I was just one of a crowd for the other people involved, and kept me from really investing any emotion. I’m a rather serious person when it comes to relationships, and if I’m not investing, I eventually get bored and wander off. Great sex isn’t enough to keep me involved for very long.
So where are we with all this? Honestly, as much as I dwell on it and wonder what it takes to make it work and where I’ve gone wrong, I’m finding myself very bleh about the whole thing. I don’t know if I even want to bother dating anyone right now with all the writing/health issues/work issues/holidays coming up/insert other excuse here. And Bear barely gets involved anymore, even if things are really promising. I think he’s just tired and expects the inevitable split, so why bother?
I’m certainly not jaded about love and relationships. How could I be with my amazing Bear here to remind me how insanely good things can be when you find the right person?
I guess I’m just taking a break. That is, until I get bored one night and start browsing my favorite dating sites again. Then it’s on like Donkey Kong. The truth is that Bear and I are too boy crazy to stop looking for long. 😀