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"I wish I knew how to quit you."
"I wish I knew how to quit you."
So my wifey is out on a date tonight… oops… wait a sec… I’m not supposed to call it a date. She’s meeting a friend for dinner and taking her to a social gathering shortly afterwards… but this is clearly not a date, right?
I teased her about this a little bit, but not too-much, knowing how apprehensive she was about the whole thing. I’m surprisingly cool about the situation. I thought that the first time she met-up with someone to explore her bisexuality would leave me a jealous, apprehensive puddle of nervous mush, but I’m actually excited for her. I find myself waiting for her to return with all the juicy details as if I were her girlfriend instead of her husband.
I really should have been born a chick. A lesbian chick, but still, a chick.
Of course, it helps, knowing that she only wants to explore her options with other women and not men. I’m not sure how I’d feel about her wanting to meet and sleep with other men, but I’m certain that I’d need some form of sedative. I think that this sensitivity to that potentially traumatic adjustment is what keeps me dragging my feet in my own search for poly-friendly woman. I know that eventually, it will happen, and it will happen at the right time, and not because I screwed-up and tried to force the issue.
But getting back to wifey’s nervousness about tonight, I think it had more to do with her mother being in town and staying with us this week. The fact that wifey’s date coincided with her mom’s visit was an accident, and since her mom has deeply conservative views and still has no idea that her daughter is bisexual, great care must be taken to ensure that things don’t go… awry… which is why this is clearly not a date.
Sidenote here: I’m reminded of her mother’s review of the movie “Brokeback Mountain”. I believe it went something like this:
“Yeah I saw that movie… and I don’t see why it got all that critical acclaim. It was a horrible movie! Why would anybody want to see that stuff? Two grown men holding each other and kissing one another passionately… I mean… I knew what the movie was about, but still… They went overboard with that stuff. And that part where the one guy pulled the other guy’s pants down and pushed him over… well… they didn’t show it, but everybody knew they were butt-fucking!! Terrible, horrible movie!”
Now, first of all, I don’t think that I ever laughed myself into an asthma attack before, but my mom-in-law's movie review certainly did the trick. Secondly, here’s my take on Bokeback Mountain… I haven’t seen it, and I don’t plan to anytime soon. This is not because I’m homophobic, but because I hate cowboy movies, straight, gay, or otherwise.
Now, I understand the movie’s premise is forbidden love between two guys in a profession that’s predominantly heterosexual in nature and largely intolerant to homosexuality. I think this is an excellent premise, but the cowboy story loses it’s relevance with me. Now, if they had made a movie called “Thug Passion” with two male hip-hop stars locked in a torrid manly-love affair, I would have had to see it for the unintentional comedy value alone. Just imagine the dialogue. “Tyrone, you my dawg, man, and I’m not just talkin dawgie-style either. You mah dawg fa life. One Love, baby.” Or, “Leon, I wish I knew how to quit you, mah nigga.” The possibilities are endless. I’m digressing. Sorry.
Anyway... I have laundry to do. Take care.
5/8/2006 3:45 am
Lmao... they so have to make "thug passion"... would be the best film ever.|
Hope your wife's 'date' went ok babe, i'll be back to find out.