Impossible things

If you've done six impossible things before breakfast, why not round it off with dinner at Milliway's, the restaurant at the end of the universe?
-- Douglas Adams, "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe"

I want it all and I want it now. I want the best of both worlds. I also want to have principles to live by. I like my moral compass. I can bend, adjust, change, adapt. But I won't be anybody's fool or doormat. Been there, been that (that was marriage #1). Not again.

Me'n'Missy'n'Chloe are doomed to fail. We are an impossibility. We can not possibly have all that we want. Something has to give, and it does, every single day. Yet here we are still, unlikely as it is, more than 8 months in to this adventure, still together, still in love, still eager to see each other again and again. We lament the complication of our lives, but we will not split up in order to simplify. We long for the open lives of others, the advantages that couples have over a threesome. But we will not forsake the magic of our trifecta to go back to that couples' life. We are dependent and interdependent and intertwined in ways that are certainly unwise. But we persevere against the odds. How?

We are dedicated to each other. There is something about this particular mix of personalities which has staying power. Any of us could end this, on any day, but none of us want to. What we want is...each other, every day. When we are together, and sharing, and laughing...none of us has experienced anything like this. We all know that if this ends, there will never again be anything so fucking crazy good as this. We're a great fit. How else to say it?

I am the most unlikely threesome participant ever. I have never had a one-night stand. Everyone has had a one night stand, right? Well, not me. I can count my sexual partners on one hand. And that includes the two women I currently sleep with. I'm one of those sensitive nice guys who confuses love and sex and gets hurt when others do not. I do not have a tough skin. I have not overcome much adversity. I'm a smarty pants know-it-all, sheltered, clever. And finally, I am not young. It seems that most polyamory-types do not start at it at age 40. But I did get this party started. And this party ain't stoppin', so long as the love & respect endures.

Impossible things? Yeah, we do those. Now, what's for dinner?

---Red