Love Triangle....Mischief again  

MischiefSprite 54F
501 posts
7/28/2006 2:34 am

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8/24/2006 11:11 pm

Love Triangle....Mischief again

A triangle really is a cool thing...look what the Eqyptians did with them! Immortal pyramids...just triangles, really. Then there is the triangle to symbolize our homosexual friends, family members, neighbors, and lovers (ooh, another future blog?). But by far the most interesting triangle is the love triangle.

Oh, I know what all you pervs out there are thinking. Cool...Mischief is going to write about her recent threesomes. Cringe; about nine people, including myself, just got worried. Think about it...no, I did not count myself four times, only once. Yes, I am going to talk about threes, but the love triangle type. Damn long introduction to tell you what this blog is not about.

I have to admit, this concept is not entirely my own. About three years ago a dear friend and I were sitting at Starbuck's talking about soulmates. We were actually talking ourselves out of being soulmates, but it could have happened. See, he was my best guy friend and boy did we have chemistry. Yet, only one passionate kiss ever transpired between us and that was a long time after this conversation.

In our Starbuck's musings, we were debating whether chemistry between two (or more) people is even real and that led us down a couple of paths. It was one of those dialogues where you are speaking hypothetically, but it's really about yourselves. We had friendship and a bond of the heart. He was assisting me through a very painful divorce while helping me coach my first Little League team. I owed him a lot. Although this bond of the heart was very strong, it wasn't really enough to say we were connected souls, so we wondered if there really is such a thing as a soulmate. Funny thing is, we both were doodling on our Starbuck's free napkins, lots of think space there to capture our individual brainstorms.

Our range of interests as friends spanned from baseball and other sports to Vietnamese food, music, computers, and books we had both read or enjoyed. So we definitely had an intellectual component to our friendship as well. The source of many conversation hours.

What was missing? Ah, acting upon that chemistry. A connection of the body...hot steamy sex and endless sessions of passion. Did we want that? Yes. This element was missing from both our lives at the time. Why not? We liked each other, even already cared about each other. Yet, it just wasn't there.

As we talked, I started drawing triangles and as we explored each aspect of our relationship, more complex triangles kept surfacing on my brown napkin. I filled in a few words, but that didn't help. Heart, passion, soul, body, mind, sex...

"Wait," I said, what are you drawing?"
"Oh, just doodling as usual; lemme see yours first," he replied.
"I was trying to capture what we were saying and for some reason I kept drawing triangles."

He grinned as he looked at my very complex, multi-dimensional, deep doodle which in the end was a doodle mess.

"Oh my gawd," he said, "you are such a woman. Look at my drawing." Did I mention he was just a tad bit sexist?

It was simple and so beautiful. One triangle. All the parts labeled. He had captured so easily what I was struggling to comprehend. Three points, three sides. The points: mind, heart and body. The sides being all the connections: intellectual, emotional and sexual. This is what it takes to be a soulmate...all three, all energized, all explosive. The word SOUL capitalized and in the center.

"This," he said, "is why we are NOT soulmates."

Miss even one point of the triangle or one of the connecting sides and you break the magic. You have a great time, maybe even think you love the person, but it's just not there. I learned a lot about myself that day and what I hope to have when I am healed.

I'll never forget that day over coffee or the day he departed. He left me with that passionate kiss that gave me just a taste, just a glimpse of symmetry, completeness and the kind of love triangle hiding in the shadows, waiting for my new best friend.


Moisture_Freaks 45M/54F

7/28/2006 3:46 am

Deep...and hot pic.


Steel_Legs 60M/F

8/22/2006 3:34 am

Would the you of today have accepted that outcome? Would she have grabbed him by the tie, yanked his face down to her and wispered, "some women draw neat, symmetrical triangles, others fuck like there is only the here and now. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is a dream." Then stalked from the Starbucks with him right on your heels?

Steel


MischiefSprite 54F
334 posts
8/22/2006 10:23 am

I really am not sure of the answer to your questions. The me of the past needed him to be exactly what he was, my best friend. The me of today is a direct result of the love and caring he showed to me as a person. By the way, what makes you think I "fuck like there is only the here and now?" LOL


Steel_Legs 60M/F

8/24/2006 4:42 am

Embarssed by words written as a whimsical outcome of a moment that obviously meant so much to you. I'll learn to keep my mouth shut, but not just yet.
Sorry to be so rude,
Lee


MischiefSprite 54F
334 posts
8/24/2006 9:13 am

Awwwww, Steel...
I didn't think you were being rude, at all...just wondered why you were imagining me fucking? *weg* Please don't shut up...your open mouth is a huge part of your appeal....hehehe.


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