A few years ago, at parties with people I didn’t know well:
I, uh, so you know, I’m in an open relationship, right? Um. Okay, so… well, my, uh, girlfriend, I guess? Was over, and…
Now, at parties with people I don’t know well:
Yeah, I found out that Providence’s overnight parking list isn’t for people who live in town when I was dating a Brown student.
A few years ago, when asked if I was poly:
Well, I don’t really like the word, per se, but I’m in an open relationship or two. “Polyamory” just has so much baggage associated with it. I don’t really care that it’s heteroradical, though, which seems to be most complaints about it.
Now, when asked if I’m poly:
A few years ago, pondering dating:
I wonder if this will work out. I know people can manage open relationship, I just don’t know if I can manage it.
Today, pondering dating:
I wonder how I’m going to find the time for all these people.
A few years ago, writing to people on OkCupid:
ARGH this is like DYING
Today, writing to people on OkCupid:
A few years ago, how I flirted with someone I was interested in in person: