I’m still processing some stuff, but for now the storm has passed with Traveler and I. I didn’t resolve my future tripping and I don’t have it all ironed, but I decided that right now I just need to love and be loved.
This is from Worst Cat Tumbler. It’s funny. Check it out if you haven’t seen it. :)
So we had a wonderful mid-week date. He helped me bring home groceries and then talked with me while I made dinner and cleaned up my kitchen. We talked about Clash of Clans and World of Warcraft and Halloween parties. We laughed and ate my delicious chili. Afterwards I was hot and went to change and called him in to lay on the bed with me. I asked what he wanted to do tonight and he said “I really don’t care at all what we do. I just want to be with you and spend time with you”. Of course I kissed him for that.
We planned to lay together for a minute and then go back out to the living room to play World of Warcraft together. And we never left the bed. We ended up in bed from about 630pm on. We got utterly blissed out on touch, just petting each other and snuggling and kissing and saying sweet loving things. We didn’t even really talk. We smiled and kissed and petted and snuggled and writhed together. We looked at each other and smiled. We twined our limbs together like roots. We rolled over. We sighed happily. We hummed pleasure. And it was utterly and completely perfect.
It didn’t answer any future questions and it didn’t need to. It made me feel loved. It made me feel deeply and completely loved, and I told him that. I also told him he was kinda crazy about me. He agreed.
Did you know that snuggling releases oxytocin and that oxytocin is healing? It’s true.
***Okay. This one is long, really really long. I’m sorry. I had a bit of a crisis and rethought everything. Feel free to skim or skip.
I’m thinking about the aspiration gap. We take our hopes and wishes and expectations and compare them to reality. The difference between what we want and hope for and what actually exists determines in great part how happy we are, and this is the aspiration gap. There is a good article here describing this idea in more detail. The really short version of this is that researchers measured happiness and expectation and found them to have an inverse effect, meaning that when people have reasonable or low expectations they were happier. It seems that the happiness with what actually happens is less important than how it measures up to what we thought or hoped would happen. If we expected $100,000 a year and got $90,000 we were less happy than when we expected $50,000 and got $60,000.
This is so damn true.
How many times were you surprised by great little things and tickled by the smallest things and saddened by the rewards that came and were actually great but not really what you’d thought would happen? I’m just adjusting my expectations and taking stock. I’m finding that I’m loved and supported, exactly as I want and need, and more, but maybe not how I pictured. I had some of this wrong. And you know, fuck judging myself for having feelings about that sometimes. I am allowed to feel this stuff. It’s okay to want and need. I can fuck up. And I can admit when I’m wrong and apologize.
So this weekend Traveler was talking about all of his plans and such and I was enjoying talking to him about all this, as I do. And I noticed something I never noticed before. I wasn’t in his plans. I don’t think much about that most of the time. We really aren’t to the “building stuff around each other” place. But he was talking specifically about his living arrangements and his home. And he has this like 10 year plan. And I’m not in any of that. So I asked. “How does this look for you.. your future living plans and your.. maybe.. like.. hopes or whatever? Is there.. other stuff in there?”. Hemming and hawing ensued. I was trying to tread lightly. Eventually I cleared what I was asking and he said he just really hadn’t thought about it.
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You know when you meet someone and you have that talk that really excites you? I am not talking about the talk about all the sexy things that makes you both so aroused, although that is there and totally rocks too. I’m talking about the talk where you walk away thinking “Wow. I really like them. That was pretty damn amazing”. You know the talk where you end the call or Skype or whatever and realize you’d talked for 2 hours and it felt like 10 minutes? It’s the talk where you find yourself just nodding so much and so many of the things you talk about dovetail.
I had one of those. :D
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Isn’t it funny the things you get attached to? I teared up a bit bringing my car home from my friend’s house tonight. It was just for a second, but still.
I have to sell the car because the repair bills when something breaks are difficult for me to pay, and I have to sell it now because it’s a stick shift and I broke my foot and can’t drive it. I’m moving on and just bought a different automatic car that is really awesome and I love.. but still.
It’s the end of an era! I bought my beautiful mini-cooper S in 2006. If I could I’d keep it another 10 years. I have considered learning how to work on it myself so it’d make more sense. It’s the funnest car I’ve ever driven. There are faster cars and bigger cars and cars with more utility or whatever.. but my sporty little gem is the funnest car ever. It has toggle switches! It has a super charger! It has sport seats that hug your body while you drive it and it is so responsive it feels like you are WILLING it to go places. Burning through the gears getting on the freeway feels like you have rockets. You THINK about turning and it responds. You feel the road and the panoramic glass and being low like that feels like you are with the road, part of the road. That alone would make me miss my lovely Clara Bow. (I named her after the sexy red-headed spit-fire actress from silent film).
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Alright. I admit it.
I just read a blog post by Ginger at Poly Nirvana, called Pout. It’s here.
She’s talking about her “less than perfect” poly feelings as her love is dating and with this other new girl. She was sort of sharing and admonishing herself and owning up to her stuff. That’s always kinda rad. I am a huge believer that what comes from the heart reaches the heart, and such honest sharing is so useful. When we pour that stuff out people can relate to it. It’s human. And of course, it got me thinking.
tiny home in a clearing made of stone and wood
It’s not a pressing matter this second, but I’ve been working on preparing for Traveler to find and date and be with others again. As far as I know he’s not madly searching for new connections, but I know he’s open to the idea and I think he’d like it. We talked about it a couple of times and I flipped out about it…twice, sadly. (I despise that by the way). Traveler has always been unflinchingly supportive of my dating and sexy exploits and whatever. He trusts me and supports me, and it’s beautiful. I want to give him that. Sometimes I do give him that. He’s so beautiful, so kind, so sweet and passionate and loving, and he has a special gift for loving that honestly I don’t think it would be right to jealously guard it. I love him loving his wife and I used to love him loving Peaches. And it’s a precious thing, to love someone so much that their happiness fills you with joy. He talks about Quinky Girl sometimes and I just overflow. He SHOULD have that and she should too. It’s beautiful. I love that my love for him includes that. I love that my love for her does too. It feels very right. I feel the same about Cleveland and his wife. I love my men in part because they are good men that know how to love.
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There is an end in sight. I will not need surgery they think, and they didn’t mess me up by not having fiberglass casting material, and it’s not in the Jones region as had been predicted, so it should heal pretty well. Yay!!!
It’s still 4 more weeks of no weight bearing, but that beats the heck outta surgery.
And I’m having fun flirting with a new dude. We’ll see rabbit. We’ll see. So often these things pan into nothing but there is a shocking large amount of overlapping interest.. so I kinda hope it does come to fruition. He’s dragging his feet a little, balking that I told him my foot is broken I think.. or maybe something else. He’s cagey and I don’t have it figured out yet. Eh. What can you do? I’m enjoying the flirting. It’s so much fun to imagine.