People Are Weird - Myself Included

I'm on my weekly blog tour, browsing through the blogs I follow, when I stumble across this add on the Seattle Bike Blog:

I'm not sure why a bicyclist needs a real estate broker "who gets you". What does home ownership have to do with biking? Unless you end up buying a house that's in the middle of I-5, which wouldn't be very accessible via bike, or you buy a house that's on a tiny island, in other words not very bike friendly real estate - and this was after you told your agent that you are an avid bicyclist, but even so it's your own damned fault for buying terrible real estate, so your agent must either be extremely silver tongued or have something on you that makes you buy whatever in order to prevent that secret from coming out, and now you're stuck in the middle of the interstate or on the world's tiniest island. Perhaps I should just call her and find out why I need someone who understands my bicycling ways as my broker. I am in the market for a house.

Upon reading through the above blog I realized why I don't read this on a regular basis: it makes me depressed. It's like reading Bike Snob NYC's blog but without the humor or watching C-SPAN without Spanish subtitles. Once in a while there's something that doesn't make me want to call the suicide hotline over there, but for the most part it's a quagmire of budgets and statistics.

Loving more than one

Now onto something else that's on my mind - the polyamory thing. When hubby was gone last week, I had this vision of using those days for sniffing about but it didn't turn out that way. Not entirely sure why that is, but I seem to recall being tired and a little lazy. I'm a lazy polyamorist. Last time around things happened pretty similarly to the present scenario: I met someone completely out of the blue. I was very attracted to him - the attraction was stronger than any I'd felt for a long time. And I'm not just talking sexual attraction but an overall pull that had me all tingly and weird, feelings that would normally be considered unappealing to me but for some reason engulfed me like a welcoming hug.

Let's call him Evan. Evan and I ended up in a relationship. I fell head over heels and so did Evan. To make a long story short, what started out as a dirty secret ended up being a valuable glimpse into not only my own inner workings but also hubby's, for then to incidentally land on polyamory - or rather our own version of whatever that is. History has a way of repeating itself, and now I find myself at the threshold of a potential adventure. Evan and I were together for almost a year and I still think about him from time to time but we haven't stayed in touch.

I am a little hesitant to place myself in the polyamory category. Here's why: polyamory people have so many rules about this and that and everything. I prefer things to happen organically and let communication and trust frame it in a way that works for all parties involved. Easier said than done, I know, but it went remarkably well the last time, considering. Anywho, this is a lot of thinking for an early Thursday morning. For now I'm happy just the way things are - and outside the sun is finally shining.