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Monday, 20 July 2015

Summary of Dating Our First Couple

I suppose after venting a bit in my last post, I should now be able to write, “Yay! We dated a couple”! In hindsight, it is pretty amazing that after just one bad date, and then a nervous first meeting with a married couple we were able to make a connection.  4 people actually all getting along well enough to socialize together as a group and as different pairings is quite a feat.  And to be able to maintain some semblance of fun for a few weeks here and there, it may be time to start focusing on the pride in that.  We did however hit some incredibly annoying rough patches that are hard to overlook.  But all in all, after a few months of dating, I don’t think any of us hate each other.  In fact there are even some real friendships that are being maintained.  That is impressive.  And it gives me real hope for the future.

There were many moments when I would throw my hands up and say that the stress was just not worth it.  And then, there were points where I could envision things developing, that would just not be possible without multiple stable couples.  The possibilities that I glimpsed through a date here, or a text there, fueled me to hold on a lot longer than I think I needed to.  That hope and glimmer viewed is what keeps me looking and searching for some other kick ass couple. 

The one on one date’s always went well.  The dating parties would come home energized and excited that connections were being made.  There was serious effort put into making this more than just sex.  This was not ever about just swinging.  E and I both want more than that.  My life does not revolve around random sexy times with other men.  I want to be able to call up a couple and all go out dancing or to a show, with the knowledge that something super fun could end the night.  Or just to be able to go out for a girls night, with someone that I had been intimate with, I don't know how to explain why but there is just something alluring and exciting about that prospect.  No restrictions, just being able to comfortably express my sexual and emotional wants with a few more people.  To be clear, E fulfills all my needs, this is simply about wants for me, and why I don't want to settle if things aren't working. 

Unfortunately there was so much room for miscommunication that I could see this dynamic falling apart right from the beginning.  E and I have worked on our communication and we are both comfortable asking for more or less information depending on the scenario.  We can openly discuss our feelings, and wants although it is not a nightly ritual or anything.  But when push comes to shove, we truly connect and are heard by the each other.  That being said it was difficult for me at times to deal with a couple that does not have the same level of communication.  You could ask the wife about a conversation she had with her husband the night before, and then the same thing of the husbands version and it seemed almost night and day.  Maybe they communicated more on body language and the amount of time the two had been together.  However coming into that, made me uncomfortable on more than one occasion.  Drama is not something I want to deal with.  And as E is quickly able to just ignore anything that bothers him, knowing it is not his problem, I for one found that very difficult to do.  I read into situations, and then would get concerned with how it will affect the bigger picture.  It is something I will accept help from E, to help me learn to brush off these emotions in future. 

With that being said though, watching how another couple interacts and communicates did have a certain level of fascination for me.  It was an intimacy that I don`t think many monogamous couples ever get to see in other couples.  We got to witness these interactions first hand, and show off how we interact.  It`s incredible to see two seemingly opposites work together to raise a beautiful family.  Almost awe inspiring, well, more so now that I have had a little time to digest. 

In short my perspective has gained some direction in what I want out of the next couple we date.  I have gone from a position of just taking things day by day and allowing the situation to unfold as it may, to a much more defined prerogative.  I now know exactly what I want out of dating a couple.  I cannot say I knew that at the beginning.  I was na├»ve thinking that having an organic experience free from any tainting would be successful from start to finish.  People in a group dynamic need some clear and defined goals.  It is not enough to just all get along.  Expectations need to be set from the first few encounters.  And for my part, expectations need to be known, with of course the knowledge that dynamics will change based on how everyone gets along.  My laissez-faire mentality did not assist in making this process easy.  We lacked the ability to all communicate as a group, and have an understanding for how each person gets their opinions and wants across and then be able to laugh! And ultimately enjoy all being together. Dating couples is just not an easy feat!

Monday, 13 July 2015

Unhappiness in the Wake of Closure with our First Couple

For being such a personal blog I do keep anger at the minimum because often I sort out my anger and move on.  Rarely does it linger anymore.  I worked very hard on that, and with a very supportive man by my side I can see a real difference even within the last few years.  However, I find part me still feels some anger and resentment even with a few months of space.  I am not happy the way things worked out.  I am not pleased that I watched my partner put in so much effort while I felt like a cheerleader, rather than part of the main event.  I felt as if I was merely a bonus to one party at the expense of another’s efforts.  And these are not words that I like to have in writing.  I don’t want my anger to stick with me, to be thrown in my face at a later time, or worse published.  So I remain soft spoken and balanced with reflection in my tone. This post though, will go against that grain.

There is no resolution.  I made a decision as a result of being unhappy and feeling like I was a prize to be won in a game of chance rather than someone who was 3 dimensional and worthy of getting to know as a whole person.  There was no earning of trust, or developing bonds, likes and dislikes.  It was in fact purely sustaining the status quo, so that sex would result in a one on one intimate level.  I felt cheapened by the experience.  I hear often enough within the online community how much of a slut I am for seeking intimacy with more than one partner.  I have grown a thick shell as a result of these strangers passing judgement and hatred.  However to feel like an object or a prize by someone that I was trying to develop more with, really stung.  I truly felt that he was just going with the flow to please his partner and was putting in the requested level of effort only.  And I am angry.

To clarify, we were dating a couple for a few months.  I ended things with the man because I was unhappy.  I do not feel like swinging is a lifestyle that I connect with.  I want more than that.  I want a friend and someone that I can occasionally sleep with.  Have threesomes and foursomes with, but with friendship in place too.  I want to hang out with both parties in the couple and explore some sexual wants that I have while supported and adventuring with my partner.  In our first couple adventure this just did not happen.

One of the first mistakes I made in this was to allow the couple to know I had a blog.  I feel this may have hindered the getting to know each other phase.  It was remarked to me, that the man of the couple felt he already knew me as a result of my writing.  And unsurprisingly he had actually no idea who I was as a result.  This blog isn’t about developing me as a person.  It is sharing events and feelings that I feel are interesting.  It is showing a perspective in dating that I feel is unique.  It is not a diary.  These are not my memoirs.

To counteract this mistake, perhaps if I had written full posts, instead of ideas here and there while dating this couple, things might have ended differently.  I might have come to terms with my own desires earlier.  I might have found a way to get something specific out of the sinking ship rather than just walking away.  Instead I decided early on to just go day by day and try and make the most of things without putting too much effort.  I allowed myself to experience rather than lead.  I made a few requests at the beginning, they were all satisfied and then I stopped asking for things.  

I then stopped picking a direction.  This was my second mistake.  I did not take advantage of any situations right in front of me.  Instead I watched, waited, and just assumed that all parties were as invested as my partner and I.  It turns out I was wrong.  The story will come out, with more details and fun little intrigues along the way.  For now though, the first foray that I had dating a couple with my amazing partner is in its conclusion.  We experienced so much in just a few short months.   The posts will not be about amazing sexual escapades, and orgies, rather the experiences and troubleshooting that comes about when two people are brought into your inner circle.  But for now, I am feeling a little empty, solidified by the fact that when I ended things with the man, we are left with absolutely nothing to talk or text about.  We barely got to know each other.  And it is a mistake I will not let get so far in the future.



Sunday, 5 July 2015

One Less Stampede Cowgirl This Year

I have been to stampede nearly every year of my life.  I cannot guarantee I was there as infant as I couldn’t be asked to remember such things, but as far as my working memory goes, my record is perfect.  I have attended as a little tike, enjoying the parade and all the aspects children can see right on up to adulthood.  Whereby I took my experience to a more adult level, including bars, pub crawls, and every aspect of debauchery that are expected as a seasoned Calgarian.   I have written posts about our Stampede centennial and in celebration of the slut.  However this year, I am writing from afar. 

I am missing my first Stampede to go on an international trip with my sweetheart.  And I wasn’t bothered by this until today.  I am really going to miss having a beer by 8 am with friends.  To the numerous stampede breakfasts, the midway, and general celebrations this city engages in.  Mostly though, I am going to miss the dress code!  I love dressing up in my best stampede wear.  I love the short shorts, the denim, the chaps, and the men in cowboy hats.  I love the tight jeans, the belt buckles and the general abundance of plaid.  Only for these 10 days can people from far and wide do plaid sexy.  And I love it!

For years I have said just how lucky Calgary is to be able to dress slutty twice a year.  Halloween and again during Stampede.  Sex is in the air and it is invigorating.  As someone who promotes sexually positive attitudes I am missing my Mecca.  The holy land of tight, and a little bit trashy, filled with a boozy hue in the air it is for me, true freedom.  I can make choices to drink, party, and flirt my little butt off.  Or to just dress the part and put myself on a little personal parade.  The choice is there, and unless there are some ladies who are giving a disgruntled tsk tsk, the environment is generally accepting. 

I face a lot controversy on a regular basis with my online dating profiles, and a bit in my personal life as a result of writing this blog.  Some days it can really be a struggle to keep my head held high.  But during these 10 days, I feel confident.  There is comraderey in the fact that so many are enaging in their own deviant behavior during these 10 days.  I get to hear stories from so many  about their previous Stampede adventures in all their scandalous glory.  Why?  Because we give each other a pass for these 10 days.  It is not just me, sharing my crazy life, but getting to hear from friends who allowed themselves to be crazy.  To get in touch with their inner slutty selves.  And more importantly to be a little proud of making their own memories. 


Stampede, I am missing you.  

Saturday, 6 June 2015

Fading Away from Me

Once upon a time, I was with a man who was so polarizing that by comparison I was kind and sweet.  When I ended things with him, I found that who I had become really stood out.  I was not comfortable being that strong minded without someone to have my back.  I felt isolated, and as a result of having that strong personality alone I consciously re-evaluated who I portrayed myself to be.  I changed a lot about myself.  I focused on taking a step back, not reacting immediately and using the excuse of just `sleeping on` every major decision I made, to slow down the rash judgementsI had found myself making.  

Now I find myself in yet another transitional period.  I am hearing far too often that I am really hard to read.  I don’t like that.  There is something alluring about being  mysterious, but that is not the term being used.  I went from being polarizing, to always ending up in the middle.  An ambiguous middle ground where I can flip flop and please anyone at anytime.  The reality is I am just not standing up for my thoughts and feelings.  

I know that I have come along way, and have appropriately re-calibrated my judgement from when I was an impulsive 20 something girl.  And yet, standing out on that ledge, just doesn’t seem second nature anymore.  I somehow, ended up, losing trust in myself.  Losing faith in my own core instincts.  I can’t promise that I will just get it back.  But with some hard work, and some leaps of faith I should be able to get back to that zone where I become fearless again.  Back to a place where I have complete assurance that my opinion matters even if people get pissed off. 

When I became single many years ago, I found myself alone.  Very few family members and only a handful of amazing friends.  I figured I had done something wrong to end up that way.  So I set about pussy whipping my polarizing tendencies and amassed a much broader circle of friends.  However the weird thing is, I now find myself almost alone again.  Yes, that is super hard to write.  The friends I have now are almost the same as who I had in my life before.  They have stuck with me through all my changes, and growth.  If they are going to leave me now, when I reacquaint myself with my opinions and my voice, there is nothing I can do to keep them in my life.  Nor will I. 


I have been through an annoying breakup recently and the people that matter, E namely and a few amazing friends who I doubt want to be named, stuck by me.  I trust myself.  I can do what I set my mind to.  And fuck the people who just don’t get me, or who won’t put the effort into getting to know the person I put before them.  I am more than just my body, I have a sharp sense of humor and well educated opinions.  Time to own who I am, because damn, I am amazing!

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Dating Together: The First Date as a Team

In November E and I went on our first date as a couple in over a year.  We met up with a guy who was in an open relationship for a drink.  This was a big step for us, and one that we were very excited to start experiencing together.  We had found the guy online and his picture was quite pleasant.  His e-mails made it sound like he had a girlfriend that was open herself and that this would be the introduction meeting with the potential of the four of us meeting at a later time.  Perfect.   Also it was a great way to rip off the bandaid so to speak and just get out there, as a team.  Thus the time and place were set.

Now a few funny things happened.  One, we had a huge cold snap in this fair city.  Perhaps that doesn’t seem funny, but the fact that we braved nearly 35 below zero to go meet a perfect stranger in hopes of getting some strange has a point of humour to it.  The second is that I took the guys phone number down wrong.  So when I texted to say we had arrived, I had an awkward text conversation with a random and confused guy, plus no way to get a hold of the actual guy. 

Now here is the thing.  The guy showed up nearly 45 minutes late.  Which of course we gave a pass to given the weather.  However, when he walked up, he was easily 20 years older and also heavier than his picture.  I think he was also missing some hair, but I could be a little fuzzy on that detail.  Either way, I would never had known it was him, if not for him sitting down at our table.  I recall thinking we should just get up and walk away.  Had I been alone meeting, I probably would have just snuck out.  Judge if you want, but getting lied to in picture is a big deal breaker for me.  However, having E with me, and after a few subtle get on the same page glances we stayed for a drink. 
 
The drinks went fine.  We had pleasant chit chat and together learned our first big lesson in dating together.  And that is how to politely reject a person, and who out of the two is the person who gets to pull that trigger.  In this circumstance we decided it would be nicer if I did it while E was in the washroom to save a little face.  Rejection is a tough one to fathom, but imagine the stress and pressure of having two people reject you at the same time?  It was and is a whole new way of looking at dating for us.  And as I am starting to find out, just the first of many hard lessons to be learned.


As a side note though, I do have a social criticism of just how overly polite society is turning.  We would have been within our rights to call this guy out for the fraudulent picture and wasting our time.  Instead, we just pretended that he looked kind of, almost close and had a few beers and some friendly conversation.  We took it as a learning experience, glass half full sort of scenario.  Even the let down, we tried to do as kindly as possible.  I mean you cannot be rude or mean to a person you just met.  You cannot just call a person out, and push that limit of social norms, can you?  As I look back, on this experience, it would have been nice if I had tried not being such a pussy, and calling this guy out.  I am quickly finding out, months later, that I would be enjoying this whole couples dating thing so much more if I could remove that desperate need to take into consideration other people’s feelings before my own.   More on that to come soon.

Monday, 9 March 2015

Freedom of Expression

I adore blogging.  I love the freedom of expression that comes as a result and how I am able to deal and let go with things through the written word.  Lately though this freedom has really come into question for me.  A couple of things arose around a similar time frame and I find myself sitting on 4 or 5 nearly finished posts and yet, the result is that I am unable to press the publish button. 

Firstly, my blog’s host site reviewed their nudity policy.  This had me reeling in defiance, and resulted in me angrily saying that no one will censor me.  I have been researching and studying various ways to gain more control over what and how I post.  Quite soon I hope I will have an announcement over the final destination of my blog, but for the time being, it was just a hindrance to my posting.  I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to continue to blog in the same way, or on the same forum. 

The next issue that arose was one of readership.  I have acquired a few new faces in my inner circle.  As a result of me being open and honest, they are aware of my blog.  Up until this point I have always written with myself in mind, and said screw it to anyone who reads.  These are my thoughts and feelings and although they may be emotional to some readers, my opinion is what fuels my writing.  And I lament that I lost sight of that.  I did not want to write anything that could potentially hurt the relationships that E and I are trying to form.  This unfortunately has led me to bottle a few things up that I have not been used to closing the door to.  I had a really rough day yesterday trying to deal with my emotions on my own, and suddenly I realized, that is the very reason I started blogging.  I was learning how to be in an open relationship and deal with all my emotions.  I realized yesterday just how badly I needed my outlet to put my thoughts and feelings down so I could organize them.  To write without fear of the reactions of others.


My blog centers me, and helps me sort through emotions, especially those that are new to me.  I need that in my life.  And I need to do that free of censorship from any front or angle.  I won’t make a blanket apology, even though I am tempted and feel that it would be appropriate.  I don’t want to be absolved of the reactions or feelings that may arise in reading about the life that I love so much.  I do make mistakes.  And I need to make them.  I need to say what I feel even if that may offend or cause an unexpected reaction, because that’s how I am going to learn.  That is how I am going to grow, and be mature enough to enjoy the life that I have worked so damn hard to get to.  I feel freer after writing this post, and the strength to post what’s waiting is growing.  Phew… it was a very tough few weeks.  

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Drinking and Foursomes

Sometimes I honestly believe that I am intelligent and have the capacity to learn and grow from my past mistakes.  And then a few weekends ago happened.  My first threesome I was blackout drunk and swore I would never get drunk and sex it up again, which you can read about here.  It was also my first time with a woman, so go figure that I can barely remember the experience.  My second threesome was amazing, and I was sober.  There were many factors that made it fantastic, but being sober definitely heightened all my sensations and just brought the experience to an amazing level.  But more importantly, I have strong, and vivid memories from that night.  So that threesome has
really lived on for me.

Comparing the two, sober me has much better sex with multiple partners than drunk me.  Now lets fast forward to newest weekend in question.  There are four of us who have begun to date.  After a bit of a rocky week, we all decided to slow things down and just have a night of dinner and dancing.  Perfect!  CAKE as I will refer to our little foursome henceforth (but more on that on a later post), were all equally excited to just enjoy each other’s company.

Knowing that we were just dancing and having fun, the shots came out.  Now I will say that the first shot was a result of trying to kick the night up a notch because two of our group had a curfew, the fact still remains that one simply cannot stop at one shot.  And we didn't.  So here the four of us were, dancing, drinking and doing the occasional shot right up until the moment we realized that time was up.

Intelligent me, should have said, what an amazing night.  Said how excited I was that we really broke the ice and got in a cab to my house.  However drunk me did the complete opposite.  Oh yes, let’s have a nightcap at the other couples house and continue the party.  So CAKE all got in a cab and continued to party.

Now we have a situation where there is booze, four good looking people, and comfy couches and beds.  It is not a difficult stretch at this point to see what would happen when E took off my bra in front of the four of us. 


This post should have been about just how hot the night was.  It should have been about how amazing having a foursome really is, and how all the hard work leading up to it pays off.  And yet, here I am just missing parts of the night.  Things are fuzzy, and a little blurry at times.  I remember thinking that male or female a tongue is a tongue.  So that's a cool thing.  But I am left wondering if that sentiment will be true sober.  I know a little booze would have been a nice touch for the foursome cherry to be popped.  But seriously drunk self!  Stop having multiple partners while drunk!!! The hangover and uncertainty in the morning are more than enough reason to never, NEVER do that again.  Sigh…