The Cure For Commitment

You know, it's strange. I've had this blog forever, and even though I rarely put anything up here, all of my old stuff is still here for me to laugh at. However, there isn't really anything up here so far that can really help me figure out how to deal with my current circumstances. Let me lay it out for you.

Currently I have three women in my life romantically; as in people who have more than just a simple sexual relationship with me. This is odd now, as opposed to ten years ago when it was common place for me, because currently I never really have even one chick I am interested in enough to want more than just sex. Either way, however it happened, there are now three women in my life, and I am seeing all of them concurrently. This whole thing works pretty well for me because they all resonate very well with certain pieces of me. Who are they? Well you all know The Bookseller. Added to that we have The Divorcee, and The Canadian. You know I don't like putting people's real names up here, so we'll use these titles for now.

The Bookseller we all know pretty well, but let's go over the basics. There's a lot of history there, some good, some really bad. The sex is great, and she doesn't bother me while I'm reading or playing video games. She does currently live with her boyfriend, but we've been fucking for the last year now anyway. Soon she will be actively trying to fix her living situation and get rid of the boyfriend. Unfortunately, she dyes her hair brown because she is actually a blond; we call this artificial intelligence. She matches me well in all the laziness, smoking, drinking, fucking, partying, etc. Oh, and she wants me to pop her co-worker, the 28 year old virgin. She also wants to have a threesome with herself, me, and her really hot friend who has the same name. I think that covers all the salient points, except that I don't really know if I have any active feelings for her, or just memories of feelings I once had that are still influencing my decisions here. In addition, I am really pretty lazy, and she's really easy for me. I own her soul, she'll follow me to the ends of the earth, and I'm pretty sure she has names already picked out for our theoretical children we will have after she becomes my next wife.

The Divorcee is a fair bit different. First, she's going through a divorce, which shows you why we get along. Her marriage lasted only slightly longer than mine at eight months. She's from Ecuador, but has perfectly understandable and sexily accented English. The Divorcee might be one of the most infectiously happy people I have ever met. Hell, she manages to make me happy just by being around. Anyways, out of the three of them, she knows the least about me. She knows about my divorce, and the attendant mess my life reverted to, but she has no idea that I'm a giant whore, or that I smoke all the time (I told her I quit, which I backed up for a whole week). Generally, I'm playing this one really slow. REALLY slow. We've been out a half dozen or so times, but still haven't so much as kissed. The spark is definitely there for both of us, but it's too soon for her to really be getting involved with anyone at all, so we're just kinda playing it by ear. I guess that's a pretty solid indicator of how much I actually like her. Granted, if I'm not careful she could end up joining the esteemed ranks of my female friends that I never sleep with, but I'm going to work at not letting that happen. Maybe she can join the second rank down of my female friends, the ones I have slept with. Either way, she's actually a good, moral person; kinda reminds me of how I think my mother must have before she met my dad, just a little more jaded due to the divorce and the extra eight years of life. I still sometimes think that I shouldn't be allowed to even meet nice girls, I always want to corrupt them.

Currently The Canadian is the one that I am most interested in. Granted that might be due to some of the circumstance associated with how we met, and how that night went. She was staying at my hotel and asked me out for a drink. The night went well, and she ended up staying at my place. Strangely we didn't have sex, but we fooled around plenty, and I had to call the hotel in the morning to arrange a late check out for her because I wasn't sure when I was taking her back. She's currently just sort of wandering around. She left a six figure job because she wasn't having fun, and is spending some time going from place to place looking for something. I don't think she knows what she's looking for anymore than I will when I finally get to go wandering. But meeting someone with the same wanderlust as me, who also happens to be attractive, engaging, funny, and actually pretty chill is cool. Strange things about her (other than the fact that she's Canadian) include her thinking I was younger than her by about five years (I am younger by 7 months), and the fact that she's convinced that I have a girlfriend (I don't really, I just have people I am seeing). She also had some sort of accident a while back, and it's apparently had some fairly traumatizing effects on her. Physically she's recovered, but I think it has changed the way she sees the world. She's also spending the next month or so in Oregon, and is currently stoned as of the time I am writing this.

So in short, I am seeing all three of these women. The Bookseller, age 24. The Divorcee, age 31. The Canadian, age 30. I have a blond, a Hispanic, and a Canadian. Now all I need is an Asian, and a black chick to round out my selections. This whole thing has gotten to the point where I will do the same date three times in one week, each time with a different girl. Makes it a lot easier on me because I don't have to keep thinking up new dates. The cure is to have different women who each encompass a different aspect of my life. I guess it's working, but we'll see.

Also, I really want to fuck a hot blind chick. I know that seems weird, but I am really curious about how a blind woman's increased sense of touch aplys to sex. Will she be hyper sensitive to my touch, making her even easier and more fun to please? Will she be able to notice all the minor reactions that other people miss when she touches me? Would she notice if I left the lights on and the video camera in the corner? Where the hell do you find a hot blind chick anyways? I wonder if there is some sort of support group I can join that helps blind people get acquainted to a new city, just so I can meet one and take advantage of her.

So consider this to be a random update on the wonderful randomness and chaos of my life. And if anyone knows a hot blind chick, let me know.