Poly potential

I had a sort of odd passing conversation with the really nice guy who works at the computer lab this morning. I think he’s great. From time to time we chat, although usually it’s just the requisite acknowledgment of existence. A nod, a smile, a  “hey, how’s it going.” I also think he’s cute. I know that he’s in a relationship because one of the first real conversations we had was about our Christmas breaks and time spent with our respective partners, but I still think there’s something pretty much there.

This morning it was just the two of us in the lab, and I was printing a lot, so we got to chatting. He asked me about my week off, and I told him how busy I’ve been, etc, etc. Whatever. He mentioned something about his partner and then asked me about why my life’s so hectic — he remembered that I was also doing a long distance thing. I told him that was done and made some sort of comment that this year is about figuring out non-traditional relationship structures and such.

“You mean polyamory?”

Yeah. He then told me that he’s also been heading down that same road, although he did make it sound like it’s more his partner’s idea than his. Curious.

I wonder if it would be inappropriate for me to ask him if he wants to grab a coffee some time?

So despite my desire to stay in the grey area of relationship definitions, I am starting to think more and more than if I did need to say that I’m something, make it clearer to someone who can’t handle that limbo, that yeah, I am poly. I hung out with my guy again last night. I just went over to chill. We hung out, had a little fun, chatted, listened to music, discussed other girls we’d be into getting with…. The possibilities seem to be unlimited. There are a lot more girls who are open to playing around with girls than I had imagined. I just haven’t met a lot of them. Or I may come off as too sweet or too hetero or too something for that to have happened in the past? Yeah — I was asked for my number by a girl a couple of weeks ago, but she was a friend of a friend, and clearly out for more than a little random play. And as I’ve said, I’m definitely not looking for a relationship at this moment in time.

Sex is fun. Pleasure is good. Contact skin on skin feels wonderful. And as long as you’re being open and honest about what you’re doing — with yourself and with the people you’re spending your time with — then why feel that you’re doing anything wrong? I do feel a little bit of a little niggling in my head. There’s still that little Anglican schoolgirl in me somewhere — the one who doesn’t like being with people unless there are fireworks, unless it’s true love, unless it’s BOOM! But hey, hanging out with the new Partner in Crime — sleeping with him in his bed (mmm…cuddling) and just being totally honest about where I’m at and feeling like we’re on the same page — also feels really good. It feels great. And it makes me happy because I’m doing something that I want to do, even if other people out there might think that I’m weird or crazy or just well… 3 girls? And a guy? SERIOUSLY?

Haha.