Swing Baby
We’d driven until the road would go no more and all we could see was the sand and the Pacific Ocean. He’d shared about his hope for his last relationship and how it would have created space for multiple partners, yet even though his ex was bisexual and he considers himself queer, they ended up defaulting to the monogamous norm.
It can be tough to stay focused on the present while writing about the past. Being up North, my focus was solely on Mr. Wilderness. The way I managed my time did not permit me to share with you. Thinking back to that night on the beach in Mexico with BBLA, it feels like a lifetime ago when in fact it’s only been weeks since I was breathing in the saltwater air. I’ll see his posts on social media and briefly I’m reminded of our fun; how he had me on the sand, my jeans around my ankles, bent over while he ate me from behind.
We’d driven until the road would go no more and all we could see was the sand and the Pacific Ocean. He’d shared about his hope for his last relationship and how it would have created space for multiple partners, yet even though his ex was bisexual and he considers himself queer, they ended up defaulting to the monogamous norm.
BBLA was charming in that beat up, surfer-artist kind of way. His shoulder-length hair bleached out from the sun and the ocean water, his skin tanned from a lifetime spent outdoors. The night ended back in my apartment with him asking me to stick my ribbed dildo in his ass. He asked with such conviction that I didn’t take it slow. It wasn’t until after the sex ended that he revealed it was his first time trying something like that. I left Mexico a week later and didn’t see him again. Can you still call it a one night stand if you’ve texted and follow each other on social media?
Leaving BBLA in the past, I look now to the future. The more open Mr. Wilderness and I are regarding the nature of our relationship, the more I see the need to be transparent about our way of loving each other. In the North we are an anomaly; living in a region with more land, more farms and more animals than people, means that we’ve decided to ‘move slow’ when it comes to sharing the fact that we are in a committed, non-monogamous relationship. After all, we wouldn’t want to be pigeonholed as ‘those people’ in the way everyone refers to our neighbors as “the swingers,” insert eye roll here. My only question about our neighbors is, “How cute are they?”
The answer? Stay tuned.
Two For One
Finally our time came and the handsome kiteboarder arrived on my doorstep.
We matched shortly after I arrived in Mexico and had cute banter over text before setting up a phone call that left us both ready to meet in person. The polyamorous Kiter had been coming down to these parts for over a decade and stayed about an hour and a half from where I was. Between us it seems like every weekend was accounted for with out-of-town guests stopping in; he’s here with his wife to-be, a partner for the last six years, but his girlfriend of a year came down for a week, then my sister dropped in unexpectedly followed by my third date with Mr. Wilderness.
Finally our time came and the handsome kiteboarder arrived on my doorstep. We had fun and good sex… Not the kind where you can’t keep your hands off each other but the kind where you both have great orgasms. (Mr. Wilderness and his ability to get hard again and again immediately after orgasm has totally spoiled me.)
Things took an unexpected turn at dinner. We drove for ages down dirt roads towards the ocean to find a hidden gem restaurant. I joked that if I had not suggested the place and knew it was hard to find I’d think this was the part of the date where he kills me. **
Finally we arrive at the most lovely of Baja places, everything about the spot was perfection. In my attempt to find the damn place I’d called the number on Google which turns out to be the owner’s cell phone. How do I know this? I know, because after dinner the owner who had been flirting with me handed me a napkin with his number on it and invited me to come back on Monday evening for a karaoke night. When he hadn’t heard from me by Sunday afternoon he reached out, as he had my number from my desperate navigation attempt.
Naïve I was thinking this hot LA man was just trying to fill his venue with people; after a few messages it became abundantly clear that he had other intentions. When I didn’t make it to karaoke, he asked me to join him for tea and a sunset once he returned from Mexico City later in the week.
Bold is a man who asks you out while you’re on a date, especially when he doesn’t know that both parties on the date are Polly. I like bold. Let’s call him Baja based LA Artist or BBLA for short.
Next stop? Tea and sunset.
**(violence is very real and it’s always important when meeting someone for the first time after an online match to be smart and safe. I always have my location shared with someone near by when meeting up with a stranger.)
