Love.
And close behind it: Relationship. Kissing cousins, those.
One doesn’t know if such things should even exist. Save perhaps as literary devices, and nothing more.
Well, perhaps also as instruments of torture.
I guess this is what happens when you’re not attracted to any particular gender but instead worship qualities possessed by that person—regardless of gender.
It is disturbing that when someone finds out you’re in a quasi-long-distance relationship that they assume each partner has their run of the yard. I suppose I could see where they would arrive to that conclusion, and therein lays the issue. Lackaday. It would seem that I am discombobulated by my newfound status as off-market meat. Not that newfound mind you, but certainly off market. And as my previous entry had indicated, am sorely tempted by certain … individuals.
In a long-term relationship, is it acceptable for a solidly monogamous relationship to devolve into a revolving door the moment those selfsame partners separate? By what yardstick do we measure this? Where did it say that you can’t have a monogamous long-distance relationship, and why such practitioners seem to be aberrations of nature?!?
Yes, I admit to feeling a mite vitriolic as I’m typing this but seriously--? What, you have to have your cake and your pie, too? Haven’t you considered that maybe, just maybe I like skipping desserts?
After all, after a huge feast … dessert seems a tad anticlimactic.
Yes, I know putting things in food analogy can be somewhat jarring for some readers but hey, you write what you know.
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Anyhow, back to these temptations.
It’s a well-known fact among my circle of friends that despite a very open and broad mindset I am quite conservative when it comes to relationships.
Which is challenging when one’s young stud of a boyfriend has always practised an open relationship.
I almost bolted out of the gate like a Triple Crown winner but upon reflection—while judiciously avoiding his calls, ignoring his texts for 3 weeks, and deleting his e-mails without reading—I decided that we needed to have The Talk.
I was surprised that he agreed to a monogamous status. However, I wasn’t prepared for the bomb he dropped when he suggested that should I be tempted; he’s fine with me indulging myself! In classic drama/high-dudgeon style I told him I no uncertain terms what I think of that brilliant suggestion—involving words such as STDs, commitment, philandering, Henry VIII and other interesting similes—and the sadist in me relished watching him wince as I verbally whittled his arguments down to size. I know even the harshest critic wouldn’t say I’m ugly but between the two of us there’s no prize for guessing who’d end up being snapped up by trawlers. He’s no pushover, our Mr. Kwan.
Long story short—it was a talk that lasted almost 3 days, with neither party willing to give ground. Note to self: This is what happens when wilful meets stubborn. Stars help me, I’ve always admired and worshipped strength—of character, mind and personality; and this boy has it in spades! I have yet to meet someone his age that enjoys reading—classics, no less (favourite authors: Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, William Makepeace Thackeray and the Brontё sisters).
