He reaches out to me. He is poly and has a primary partner but damn he is attractive. And tall. So I am interested.

We chat online a bit and agree to meet.

I pick the place – my go-to place in the mission. He is driving in from a little bit south. I end up driving because of cutting the time too short for the bus and it’s pouring rain.

I get there right on time and its not clear if he is there yet or not. The bar is packed as is the restaurant, and I can’t tell if he is at the bar or not.

But he is, the one solo at the bar and it sort of looks like him. He glances over and isn’t sure its me – he later mentions that I don’t look like my pictures – I have lost weight and my face isn’t as round. 

He finally comes over and introduces himself and we hug. I love it when these guys give me a big hug – as if to say I am really glad to be here meeting you regardless of what comes of it. Give me a warm feeling.

We decide to get a table and order drinks and order food.

We have a lovely and lively conversation about dating, about non-monogamy, about his experiences being poly, about diving, about snorkeling, about cycling, about marathons, about our work, about kids or lack thereof – it’s wonderful.

He is engaging and interesting and interested in sharing and hearing about me and my opinions. Plus he is really cute.
He has longish curly hair, long fingers, and a mischevous twinkle in his eyes. 

I find myself wondering what he is like in bed.

Eventually it gets late and we have to leave. We walk together to the parking garage where we both are parked. 

At my car he reaches to hug me and then kisses me. Deep kisses. Wonderful kisses – I am very attracted to him. He is super tall  – i am wearing 2 inch heels and still have to tiptoe to kiss him.

i can’t run fingers through that amazing hair – I am not tall enough.

We kiss some more and he is grabbing my hip and my ass and pulling me tighter, into his body. it’s pretty sexy.

We break apart and I say he is really tall and that I would have to get higher heels to really reach him and kiss him right but walking would be hard, he says walking is overrated. 

We kiss some more and then say goodbye and he says he wants to see me again. I agree that that would be nice. And get in my car and head home.

I get up this morning and there is a note from him thanking me for meeting last night and saying he definitely wants to see me again and asking me out for next week.

Wow – he listened when I talked about being calendar and schedule challenged and needing to plan ahead.

of course I said yes

I am loving being desired by all these men – it is very good for my ego.

Thinking about my goals for all these dating excursions has got me thinking about what I want now and for the future.

I am really enjoying seeing multiple guys and having each of them address different interests and facets of myself.

Polyguy last night said it well – we have groups of friends and different people in our life to map to a multitude of interests, why not have the same in lovers to map to our different sexual needs and interests. 

I like that philosophy. I have changed a lot since I was 21 and seeking THE ONE. 

Apparently, for me there isn’t just one, at least for right now.