Thought I would share a dispatch from the lighter side of post-marital CF living. After endless rains and an even longer recovery from a torn leg muscle; the skies are lightening and my exercise routine is returning to normal. Both together make me want to don short denim skirts with my beloved red cowboy boots- which I happily did yesterday.
The evening breezes were warm and the lights around the lake glittered like a necklace of stars... We (and I don't yet have monikers for the cast of characters) sat on the pier at the trendy-not-named spot of the moment- and let the sounds of lapping waters, glistening lights, and 9pm happy hour vodka martinis work their magic. One martini is my new magic number and the cool salty vodka and tangy ceviche worked alchemy in my mouth. We spoke of this and that- comfortable in the attraction now six months old and through mutual agreement to abandon endless conversations of "where we are going" for moments of shared enjoyment of mutual interests and passions.
Winding conversations of weekend trips to take, art to make, shows to see, workouts to share, and recently read books. There is a certain ease in spending time with another who shares the combined interests of art, reading, fitness and travel. From the early morning swim we shared (blissful saline pool under the rising sun) and a weekend gym workout to hours in the studio- time is easily navigated through the non-negotiation of 'what' we do together. We stumble when we try to figure out the "where is it going". My latest approach is to be here, now! Our nows are good.
My rules are still in place. Eighteen months of non-monogamy. This in no way means I am bedding more than one man, but it means certain futures are off the table and on hold. Its the first time in my dating life where I have been in the moment as opposed to projecting out to the what and will be or seeking the happily ever after.
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