Thursday, November 24, 2005
What's With Those Italian Stallions? (Pt. 2)
Even G's parents were pleased with their son's marriage to a much older woman, or so G told me later. He had a vague notion the three of us could have enjoyed a threesome of our own. But then he would say things like, "I'm not sure how the two of you would get along."
Trust your instincts, guy, I thought. He probably was. I trusted mine too, and took a pass. I never did meet her.
G was an interesting person for me to see alongside D. They were a study in contrasts. I could not avoid making comparisons, and much as I liked G, I knew he was a diversion. It was going to be D who figured much more prominently in my life, and still does to this day.
Even little things, like the way they slept at night, were different. G was more like me, a bed hogger extraordinaire, and he tried to keep all the sheets on his side. D was always considerate with me.
G told me about a girlfriend he had once when he lived in the South. They were passionate but rather hard with one another. They did everything with heat and vigor, especially the fighting. There was lots of fighting. At one point, she grabbed a kitchen knife and came after G. It was that kind of thing.
I probably would have stuck a knife in him too, given enough time. G was an egoist. Part of me liked that about him. He was his own man, he was independent of me. Part of me also hated that about him. We would have dukked it out too, had we continued. The problem would have been that neither of us knew how to back down. Much as I love fire and brimstone, I realized the two of us would not be good over time. Bad train wrecks might ensue.
With D, it was a lot nicer. D knew when to back down. I could be a real bitch, and if it were left up to me, this relationship would not have gone very far. But D figured out how to navigate around me. Gradually over time he pulled me in. What D had to learn was how to stand up to me. Now he does that. He can tell me off royally when I start getting high-handed about things. And D was bisexual, that was a major bond between us. G calling himself bisexual was just a passing fancy, and I think he knew that. He was at heart a straight guy.
But G became a bit of the fly in the ointment between D and I. After my first night with G, it happened that D came over to my place. He happened to notice the half-empty bottle of wine inside the fridge door, and he commented on it.
"Oh. You had company," is how he put it. D is very sensitive about things like that. I had to fess up, and I said I had gone out with G.
I knew D was annoyed by this, although he was still determined to give me free rein. He just didn't like what I did with it. Even to this day he still harbors animosity about G. I did not repeat my little experiment with other guys after that. G pretty much worked it out of my system.
I hope he is still happy with his older woman. I know I am quite content now with my younger fellow.
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Trust your instincts, guy, I thought. He probably was. I trusted mine too, and took a pass. I never did meet her.
G was an interesting person for me to see alongside D. They were a study in contrasts. I could not avoid making comparisons, and much as I liked G, I knew he was a diversion. It was going to be D who figured much more prominently in my life, and still does to this day.
Even little things, like the way they slept at night, were different. G was more like me, a bed hogger extraordinaire, and he tried to keep all the sheets on his side. D was always considerate with me.
G told me about a girlfriend he had once when he lived in the South. They were passionate but rather hard with one another. They did everything with heat and vigor, especially the fighting. There was lots of fighting. At one point, she grabbed a kitchen knife and came after G. It was that kind of thing.
I probably would have stuck a knife in him too, given enough time. G was an egoist. Part of me liked that about him. He was his own man, he was independent of me. Part of me also hated that about him. We would have dukked it out too, had we continued. The problem would have been that neither of us knew how to back down. Much as I love fire and brimstone, I realized the two of us would not be good over time. Bad train wrecks might ensue.
With D, it was a lot nicer. D knew when to back down. I could be a real bitch, and if it were left up to me, this relationship would not have gone very far. But D figured out how to navigate around me. Gradually over time he pulled me in. What D had to learn was how to stand up to me. Now he does that. He can tell me off royally when I start getting high-handed about things. And D was bisexual, that was a major bond between us. G calling himself bisexual was just a passing fancy, and I think he knew that. He was at heart a straight guy.
But G became a bit of the fly in the ointment between D and I. After my first night with G, it happened that D came over to my place. He happened to notice the half-empty bottle of wine inside the fridge door, and he commented on it.
"Oh. You had company," is how he put it. D is very sensitive about things like that. I had to fess up, and I said I had gone out with G.
I knew D was annoyed by this, although he was still determined to give me free rein. He just didn't like what I did with it. Even to this day he still harbors animosity about G. I did not repeat my little experiment with other guys after that. G pretty much worked it out of my system.
I hope he is still happy with his older woman. I know I am quite content now with my younger fellow.
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