Goddamn if kellyv doesn’t know me better than I know myself.
The weekend before Thanksgiving, we spent at a party with the members of our local polyamory group. I had the good fortune to be able to spend some time talking with an intellegent, fun, fascinating woman I’d seen in passing a few times before, but never had the opportunity to get to know.
Something clicked, and we discovered we get along really quite well.
Fast-forward to this last weekend. kellyv and I invited her over for the weekend. She spent Saturday night a nd a good deal of Sunday with us.
Something unexpected and completely wonderful passed between us, something neither of us had expected at all.
Which brings me to kellyv–who was the only one of us to be completely unsurprised. She says she could see it in the way we were talking at the Thanksgiving party. Would’ve been nice if she’d warned us about it, but…
It’s nice to know that even at my age, I can still be surprised. it’s nice to know I don’t know everything about myself, and it’s refreshing that life can still find a way to kick me in the pants every now and then.
It’s also nice to be able to welcome someone like her into my life. She really is a rare and unexpected gift.
My “other” girlfriend, M., took it all in stride: Yeah, you seem to stabilize right around a wife and two girlfriends.