...and I'm pooped! Many changes at work, new duties and challenges, and didn't get much sleep last night, either. Had obligations after work, came home and ate, and am going to have to go to bed.
Thinking of my special friend, Huxley, who's going through some difficulty right now, and I think he needs to cut himself some slack.
I had a wonderful lunch yesterday with Cary...a "quickie" but it was delicious!
Hitting the hay with Spencer and a book now, though the book may not even get cracked open...would rather have sleep.
Must dash,
~Pym
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
The First Love Part III
We left off in The First Love Part II with Spencer and I meeting another couple named George and Hillary. Our first error there, I'd say, was meeting them on a swinging site. That didn't make them or their lifestyle bad, but it should have been an indication that they weren't looking for the same thing(s) we were, and our philosophies on "sharing" were going to be a lot different.
We initially met at a restaurant, and hit it off quite well. They were just a smidge older than us, but were physically attractive, funny and intelligent, and down to earth, with a nice family. And they weren't from the South, which gave us even more in common.
When I met George, I felt an attraction almost right away. He was just so cute, kinda' goofy, and I loved his eyes. He kept saying he loved my hair and was wanting to pet it, and said he'd love to help me wash it. [I hope that didn't mean he thought it needed washing.]
We all talked for quite awhile, had some beers, flirted with each other, and then decided to go back to our place to check on our doggy, who's health wasn't so good and couldn't be left alone too long.
At our place [someone got more beer on the way] we drank and laughed more, and things started to get a bit physical. Actually I thought Spencer and Hillary were ahead of us in that department. I could see them smooching some already. Mostly while that was going on, George and I were snuggling on the couch, and he kept saying "I'm the luckiest man alive" and he'd kiss me and we'd snuggle closer. I'm not sure why we had made that connection, but it definitely was there.
Spencer and Hillary went out onto the balcony [I think for Hillary to try to blow him in the dark out there] while George and I stayed on the couch. I was sure Spencer and Hillary were going to "do it" so I felt justified in moving on with George. Sooo, to Spencer's surprise, when he and Hillary came back into the apartment, George and I were engaged in making love on the living room floor!
Spencer wasn't upset, but was started. Hillary wasn't upset because they're swingers and used to spontaneous sex. George and I on the other hand were feeling much more emotional about the whole thing than we let on. He kept saying how sweet I was, and how next time we got together he'd make sure it was something special, "I promise." We were already smitten with each other though our spouses weren't the wiser.
As it turned out, Spencer and Hillary didn't go very far physically after all [Spencer had drank too much] so it was me who had thrown aside the reins and taken off on my own, with some emotional consequences still to come.
~Pym
We initially met at a restaurant, and hit it off quite well. They were just a smidge older than us, but were physically attractive, funny and intelligent, and down to earth, with a nice family. And they weren't from the South, which gave us even more in common.
When I met George, I felt an attraction almost right away. He was just so cute, kinda' goofy, and I loved his eyes. He kept saying he loved my hair and was wanting to pet it, and said he'd love to help me wash it. [I hope that didn't mean he thought it needed washing.]
We all talked for quite awhile, had some beers, flirted with each other, and then decided to go back to our place to check on our doggy, who's health wasn't so good and couldn't be left alone too long.
At our place [someone got more beer on the way] we drank and laughed more, and things started to get a bit physical. Actually I thought Spencer and Hillary were ahead of us in that department. I could see them smooching some already. Mostly while that was going on, George and I were snuggling on the couch, and he kept saying "I'm the luckiest man alive" and he'd kiss me and we'd snuggle closer. I'm not sure why we had made that connection, but it definitely was there.
Spencer and Hillary went out onto the balcony [I think for Hillary to try to blow him in the dark out there] while George and I stayed on the couch. I was sure Spencer and Hillary were going to "do it" so I felt justified in moving on with George. Sooo, to Spencer's surprise, when he and Hillary came back into the apartment, George and I were engaged in making love on the living room floor!
Spencer wasn't upset, but was started. Hillary wasn't upset because they're swingers and used to spontaneous sex. George and I on the other hand were feeling much more emotional about the whole thing than we let on. He kept saying how sweet I was, and how next time we got together he'd make sure it was something special, "I promise." We were already smitten with each other though our spouses weren't the wiser.
As it turned out, Spencer and Hillary didn't go very far physically after all [Spencer had drank too much] so it was me who had thrown aside the reins and taken off on my own, with some emotional consequences still to come.
~Pym
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Wednesday Mornin'
After a long weekend, and a personally long day, Spencer and I planned on a bit of "us" time last evening, and it was soo nice! With all the extraneous stuff we deal with day in and day out, we really needed to be intimate with each other and have that closeness. Success! And the bonus was five big Os with the Magic Wand; it was too hot to go for more ;O)
On a slightly different note, I'm trying to get Pym's Escape a little more exposure in the blog world, so if anyone finds it interesting enough to share, please feel free to do so. It may not be as glamorous as folks thing a poly lifestyle to be, but that's because we're real people, with real problems, and real relationships, like everyone else. Polyamory definitely enriches our lives in a loving and spiritual way, but it takes place in the "every day" world.
Best,
~Pym
ps I will get back to telling the tales of our First Loves in poly.
On a slightly different note, I'm trying to get Pym's Escape a little more exposure in the blog world, so if anyone finds it interesting enough to share, please feel free to do so. It may not be as glamorous as folks thing a poly lifestyle to be, but that's because we're real people, with real problems, and real relationships, like everyone else. Polyamory definitely enriches our lives in a loving and spiritual way, but it takes place in the "every day" world.
Best,
~Pym
ps I will get back to telling the tales of our First Loves in poly.
Monday, August 9, 2010
It's Monday
The weekend wasn't too bad; Spencer and I had Saturday together, though he continued his drinking from Friday night, and I got my own six-pack of Miller Chill. We spent the first half of the day sleeping, did some yard work, then some needful errands, came back to the house, cooked a pizza and watched television.
Sunday morning, Spencer slept in, and I nursed a terrible self-inflicted headache from my six-pack. I'm such a dumb-ass, to drink even that much, but at the time, with the lime flavor, they tasted so good. I willed myself to not throw up, slept a little more with ice on my head, was able to manage running a few errands, came back and mowed part of the lawn, and played online.
Spencer went back over to Kip's that afternoon and said he was going to spend the night, so as not to disturb me on a work night. Well, at about 1:30 in the morning he calls twice to say he's on his way home. As I'm now already awake, I watch for him so he won't have to hunt his key. If it weren't so sad, seeing him toddle around the corner, just a-wobbling along, it might have been comical.
After I let him in, we had a typical argument and I tried to go to bed. I made it into bed, but then Spencer had to "talk", which means ramble on. His biggest complaint last night being how much pain his legs are in. [We think he's developed a bad case of sciatica, but can't get to a doc anytime soon.] And how he thinks no one cares, da da da. Even though I can't feel his pain, I do understand that he's in pain. But I can't do anything about it and he doesn't get that. If there was some way for him to earn a couple hundred dollars, we could get him started at a chiropractor. I keep telling him to put ice on his legs, but he refuses because it makes him have to go pee. I'd think he'd take a few extra pisses if it helped him feel better. After our lengthy fussing, he finally left me alone in bed and went to sleep on the couch.
Anyway, this evening, Monday, Spencer is back at Kip's, helping him set up his new computer, and I hope he keeps his word that he won't drink since we have a counseling appointment in the morning.
Either way I'll go, but he needs it just as much as I. And after writing this entry, it's easier to see what a repetitive rut we're in. It could be any Monday in our lives over the past 10 years.
I'd apologize to Dear Reader for the boring content, but I think this is what life is like for most of us. Living, loving, working, bearing crosses, rinsing, and repeating.
'Evening,
~Pym
Sunday morning, Spencer slept in, and I nursed a terrible self-inflicted headache from my six-pack. I'm such a dumb-ass, to drink even that much, but at the time, with the lime flavor, they tasted so good. I willed myself to not throw up, slept a little more with ice on my head, was able to manage running a few errands, came back and mowed part of the lawn, and played online.
Spencer went back over to Kip's that afternoon and said he was going to spend the night, so as not to disturb me on a work night. Well, at about 1:30 in the morning he calls twice to say he's on his way home. As I'm now already awake, I watch for him so he won't have to hunt his key. If it weren't so sad, seeing him toddle around the corner, just a-wobbling along, it might have been comical.
After I let him in, we had a typical argument and I tried to go to bed. I made it into bed, but then Spencer had to "talk", which means ramble on. His biggest complaint last night being how much pain his legs are in. [We think he's developed a bad case of sciatica, but can't get to a doc anytime soon.] And how he thinks no one cares, da da da. Even though I can't feel his pain, I do understand that he's in pain. But I can't do anything about it and he doesn't get that. If there was some way for him to earn a couple hundred dollars, we could get him started at a chiropractor. I keep telling him to put ice on his legs, but he refuses because it makes him have to go pee. I'd think he'd take a few extra pisses if it helped him feel better. After our lengthy fussing, he finally left me alone in bed and went to sleep on the couch.
Anyway, this evening, Monday, Spencer is back at Kip's, helping him set up his new computer, and I hope he keeps his word that he won't drink since we have a counseling appointment in the morning.
Either way I'll go, but he needs it just as much as I. And after writing this entry, it's easier to see what a repetitive rut we're in. It could be any Monday in our lives over the past 10 years.
I'd apologize to Dear Reader for the boring content, but I think this is what life is like for most of us. Living, loving, working, bearing crosses, rinsing, and repeating.
'Evening,
~Pym
Friday, August 6, 2010
Friday Morning
Spencer and I did have a date night last night, but no romantic "action" by mutual consent. We had a great coupon for [another] buffet which was about to expire, so we went out to eat. And I did really well not over-doing it, so I was proud of myself! We went for a walk when we got home, read a little, I chatted online with Cary for a bit, and then read in bed. Spencer and I got some snuggle time in during this, which was quite enjoyable.
The weekend is coming up and the plan is Spencer will hang with Kip tonight, but I'll get him tomorrow; sounds like a custody arrangement! lol We'll have to run errands for family in the morning, but in the afternoon, I'd like to take Spencer to a nearby park, if it's not too hot, to walk around the water and feed the geese and ducks. It's been a great place for me to wind-down when I need it, and I'd like to share it with him.
So far, I've no plans with Cary, but if I get to see him, I'd consider that a wonderful bonus, on top of hopefully getting some close quality time with Spencer.
Must dash,
the day is starting,
~Pym
The weekend is coming up and the plan is Spencer will hang with Kip tonight, but I'll get him tomorrow; sounds like a custody arrangement! lol We'll have to run errands for family in the morning, but in the afternoon, I'd like to take Spencer to a nearby park, if it's not too hot, to walk around the water and feed the geese and ducks. It's been a great place for me to wind-down when I need it, and I'd like to share it with him.
So far, I've no plans with Cary, but if I get to see him, I'd consider that a wonderful bonus, on top of hopefully getting some close quality time with Spencer.
Must dash,
the day is starting,
~Pym
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Kip
Okay, I can see that Kip is going to drive me nuts. I think he's already getting on Spencer's nerves, and they're the ones who are friends.
I realize he just lost his Dad, who he's lived with for years and helped take care of in the last days, but Kip seems to not be able to do anything on his own. He's forty-something, has no job right now, divorced a couple times, and basically driven off any other friends but Spencer and one other childhood friend.
If he gets a bank statement, he calls Spencer. If the bank calls, he calls Spencer. He looks for work, Spencer needs to help him with his application. And just about any other excuse to call Spencer over, because he can't stand to be alone. Then when they do get together, they drink. And drink a lot. All this calling for help has put Spencer in a cranky mood, too. It's something they'll have to work out without me. And Kip is going to have to learn to grow up -- fast.
On another note, I want to spend some personal time with Spencer, but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. The one evening he asked for a bj I couldn't do it [we had a buffet shortly before, and I couldn't move lol] and last night we were hot and tired and a bit cranky from the day, so we both just read in bed. I really want us to treat ourselves to "us" time, with no worries about anyone or anything else.
It'll have to be tonight, because he's already got plans with Kip tomorrow evening.
~Pym
I realize he just lost his Dad, who he's lived with for years and helped take care of in the last days, but Kip seems to not be able to do anything on his own. He's forty-something, has no job right now, divorced a couple times, and basically driven off any other friends but Spencer and one other childhood friend.
If he gets a bank statement, he calls Spencer. If the bank calls, he calls Spencer. He looks for work, Spencer needs to help him with his application. And just about any other excuse to call Spencer over, because he can't stand to be alone. Then when they do get together, they drink. And drink a lot. All this calling for help has put Spencer in a cranky mood, too. It's something they'll have to work out without me. And Kip is going to have to learn to grow up -- fast.
On another note, I want to spend some personal time with Spencer, but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. The one evening he asked for a bj I couldn't do it [we had a buffet shortly before, and I couldn't move lol] and last night we were hot and tired and a bit cranky from the day, so we both just read in bed. I really want us to treat ourselves to "us" time, with no worries about anyone or anything else.
It'll have to be tonight, because he's already got plans with Kip tomorrow evening.
~Pym
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday
Well, Spencer came home this morning...and left again a short time ago.
Back to Kip's, to watch wrestling [yuk] and drink beer--again. I'm not surprised, and I shouldn't be miffed; it's all par for the course, really. Something I might as well be resigned to. It often feels more like I'm in charge of a teenaged son than have a spouse/partner. We ate dinner together this evening, and watched one hour of a historical drama, but I didn't get to tell him about my day, or yesterday, or...whatever I'd wanted to talk about. Kip calls, "I need to talk to you about something" [yeah, while watching wrestling and downing beers] and off he goes. Harumph, I say, harumph.
I want my own night out, either with Cary, or with a girlfriend. I had promised a great friend at work that I'd treat us both to margaritas if her hubby would drive us to the Mexican restaurant. Gotta save my pennies, but I'm going to do it!
Ole!
~Pym
Back to Kip's, to watch wrestling [yuk] and drink beer--again. I'm not surprised, and I shouldn't be miffed; it's all par for the course, really. Something I might as well be resigned to. It often feels more like I'm in charge of a teenaged son than have a spouse/partner. We ate dinner together this evening, and watched one hour of a historical drama, but I didn't get to tell him about my day, or yesterday, or...whatever I'd wanted to talk about. Kip calls, "I need to talk to you about something" [yeah, while watching wrestling and downing beers] and off he goes. Harumph, I say, harumph.
I want my own night out, either with Cary, or with a girlfriend. I had promised a great friend at work that I'd treat us both to margaritas if her hubby would drive us to the Mexican restaurant. Gotta save my pennies, but I'm going to do it!
Ole!
~Pym
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