Katja
May 5, 2011, 6:37 AM
For the last few weeks I have been seeing a woman from just over the border and we have had a lot of fun. Last night she ended the relationship over dinner. It wasn't that unpleasant and I didn't make a scene. Pride wouldnt let me beg her to reconsider, but was a little down in the dumps after. It may not have been love but I had grown used to her in that few weeks and will miss her. I will certainly miss the sex for she was quite something at the sex.
'Friends' she said and kissed my cheek, touched my arm and walked out to her car. I would like to think so, but she lives almost 50 miles away and so I suspect any future contact will be at best an accidental meeting, a quick hello and a little peck on the cheek.
From this brief and somewhat raunchy affair, I hesitate to say passionate but passion was certainly there at times, I have gained some insights into myself and more confidence in my ability to cope with my bisexuality. This has to be nothing but positive. Her brief intervention into my life has made me smile more and I have lost a little of the anxiety which family have thrust upon me and a little more of the residual shame of my upbringing.
So to Mel I have much to be grateful for. She has moved on and so must I and bear her no ill will. A little sadness, for I wasnt expecting it to end quite so soon, but knew it would because commitment isn't her forte. I don't feel used because it was always plain that she was a good time girl who breezes through life with nary a care in the world and settling down with one person I doubt is something she will ever do. She is the ultimate free spirit and to her for the past few weeks I thank her and wish her well.
Me she has not hurt, but before she drove home last night I did give her a word of what I think is sound advice. To take very good care of with whom she begins and ends relationships. Not everyone will accept her for what she is and her way of life may be care free, but that free spirit of hers may prove to be a selfish thing and create much pain where it was not intended.
'Friends' she said and kissed my cheek, touched my arm and walked out to her car. I would like to think so, but she lives almost 50 miles away and so I suspect any future contact will be at best an accidental meeting, a quick hello and a little peck on the cheek.
From this brief and somewhat raunchy affair, I hesitate to say passionate but passion was certainly there at times, I have gained some insights into myself and more confidence in my ability to cope with my bisexuality. This has to be nothing but positive. Her brief intervention into my life has made me smile more and I have lost a little of the anxiety which family have thrust upon me and a little more of the residual shame of my upbringing.
So to Mel I have much to be grateful for. She has moved on and so must I and bear her no ill will. A little sadness, for I wasnt expecting it to end quite so soon, but knew it would because commitment isn't her forte. I don't feel used because it was always plain that she was a good time girl who breezes through life with nary a care in the world and settling down with one person I doubt is something she will ever do. She is the ultimate free spirit and to her for the past few weeks I thank her and wish her well.
Me she has not hurt, but before she drove home last night I did give her a word of what I think is sound advice. To take very good care of with whom she begins and ends relationships. Not everyone will accept her for what she is and her way of life may be care free, but that free spirit of hers may prove to be a selfish thing and create much pain where it was not intended.