The Good, the Bad & the Semi-Literate

Recapping on my last recap.  I met a man. He's nice but I sensed an under current of fuck boy, which is fine but be direct. Good dick but very vanilla. Zero kink. Not even a lil biting. Light choking. Nothing. When we began talking I was very clear on what I was looking for. Non-monogamy. Something long term that fits into my current situation. My current situation being that I still live in the same house as my ex. I don't hate him. I just don’t want to be his wife anymore. We have separate rooms but we like being around each other. Just not being married to one another. I liked the current set up with the new guy. We’d hang. Watch movies. Laugh. Fuck. All good shit But in clearly outlining that I am looking for a longer term setup, I've been putting in effort. Making time. Checking in. All that fuck shit right? Trying to make sure that his needs are met since I am trying to incorporate him into something less than traditional. We finally got into the details of ou

 So, I met a man. No biggie (well biggie but like not a big deal or whatever). It's chill. It's comfortable. It's nice. Hanging out watching movies or cooking dinner. The whole thing feels new and good and positive.  Still unpacking my divorce shit/my general relationship dysfunction but I'm happy and at peace. Trying to sort out whether my inclination toward polyamory is merely an aversion to the toxicity of my past monogamous relationships. Maybe. Maybe not.  Did yoga the other day. That shit is no fuckin joke for real. Downward facing dog aint it but I enjoyed the overall experience. Mostly I've been hanging w my rock climbing friends, doing crosswords and exploring new and old hobbies. All in all, things are well. Have a ton of travel (work and personal) for the next 2 months so expect that I will fall off the face of the earth again. Apologies in advance but I have some world to see and some life to live.