Just got back from watching a violent, moody movie whose main characters were a drug addict and a prostitute, and no, it wasn’t a Quentin Tarantino flick.
From Hell. Excellent flick, and I particularly liked the sidekick police investigator who quotes Shakespeare.
In other news, my wife and I are going to Atlanta to spend Thanksgiving with my girlfriend in a couple weeks. I’m looking forward to the trip; it’s been a long month, and I’ll really enjoy the time off.
well, of course, enquiring minds wanna know about the sleeping arrangements. And if there will be any of that girl-on-girl action you you wax so poetic about. 🙂
I wish I was as sanguine about my SO’s live-in primary as your wife must be about your girlfriend. 🙂 I managed to get through a 9 hour each way drive to vacation with her, but I was uncomfortable, and I think we were both on our best behavior. Trying too hard to be cool about the entire poly situation. Ah, well.
“well, of course, enquiring minds wanna know about the sleeping arrangements.”
Heh. Yeah, it always comes down to that, doesn’t it?
Usually, when we go up there, I bounce back and forth. My girlfriend’s bed really isn’t big enough to sleep three people, and she’s not really all that good at sharing anyway (comes from living alone most of the time). So I get to play shuttle–one night with her, one night with my wife… *sigh*
My wife and I nipped that problem in the bud when we first bought our bed; she went into the furniture store and told the saleswoman “I’m looking for a bed big enough to sleep three.” (The saleswoman didn’t even blink; she just said “Oh, you’ll want a king-sized bed, then. Right this way!”)
“And if there will be any of that girl-on-girl action you you wax so poetic about.”
Alas, no. C’est la vie.
“I wish I was as sanguine about my SO’s live-in primary as your wife must be about your girlfriend. :-)”
They’re actually quite close. My girlfriend is one of the very few people with cooking privileges in my wife’s kitchen (my wife is an excellent and enthusiastic cook, and she’s very territorial about her kitchen!).
well, of course, enquiring minds wanna know about the sleeping arrangements. And if there will be any of that girl-on-girl action you you wax so poetic about. 🙂
I wish I was as sanguine about my SO’s live-in primary as your wife must be about your girlfriend. 🙂 I managed to get through a 9 hour each way drive to vacation with her, but I was uncomfortable, and I think we were both on our best behavior. Trying too hard to be cool about the entire poly situation. Ah, well.
“well, of course, enquiring minds wanna know about the sleeping arrangements.”
Heh. Yeah, it always comes down to that, doesn’t it?
Usually, when we go up there, I bounce back and forth. My girlfriend’s bed really isn’t big enough to sleep three people, and she’s not really all that good at sharing anyway (comes from living alone most of the time). So I get to play shuttle–one night with her, one night with my wife… *sigh*
My wife and I nipped that problem in the bud when we first bought our bed; she went into the furniture store and told the saleswoman “I’m looking for a bed big enough to sleep three.” (The saleswoman didn’t even blink; she just said “Oh, you’ll want a king-sized bed, then. Right this way!”)
“And if there will be any of that girl-on-girl action you you wax so poetic about.”
Alas, no. C’est la vie.
“I wish I was as sanguine about my SO’s live-in primary as your wife must be about your girlfriend. :-)”
They’re actually quite close. My girlfriend is one of the very few people with cooking privileges in my wife’s kitchen (my wife is an excellent and enthusiastic cook, and she’s very territorial about her kitchen!).