Have to add my experience from last night to underscore the Gambler's observation about the HUGE number of women in playing both sides of the ball. (Eagles going to the Super Bowl, that's a ball for you
First date with a student at the city's performing arts school. She actually bought a house with her military lesbian partner just a couple years back, then decided last summer to take this scholarship offer a thousand miles to the north. The couple broke up due to the relocation. My babe has the refined features of those Cuban emigrés not so far removed from Spanish origins. She turned out to LOVE the dick. I hadn't expected to go BCD on the meet and greet, which actually entailed tickets for us to see Chicago's Second City Improv, but here she was crossing the street in her black leggings post-rehearsal, and I had to know good things would happen when she apologized for not having time to put on make-up, get in proper clothing, or even put on underwear! Sure enough, after dinner, when I inquired whether we shouldn't prolong the night with a room, she instantly signed up. And after showering together, we were good to go. Brilliant BBBJ, and lots of vocalization, along with the words we love to hear, as we found the rhythm. Perfect GFE from beginning of the date to the end. Will she last? Her post-date messages have been awfully appreciative.
*** And this was a real balm given what my #1 SB has done. She was on holiday hiatus for a couple weeks, traveling away to a NYE concert, then snowboarding in the New Year. Our first talk after she returned home was about picking up an extra course in school and the need to cut back, for the sake of time, on our once a week overnight dating. The general retreat in the texting, and the telephone call to set up a date a couple weeks down the road means, the tea leaves say, that she likely has "terminal" news. We went from a really good relationship to this pass, and there are two possibilities. She outed our relationship to family and friends -- and while two close family members seemed to accept the situation, if not be supportive, I believe a few friends were more "judgmental". Secondly, we went bareback before withdrawal, on occasion, and thoughts about that are easily changed. I really developed feelings for this woman, who continually surprised me, whether sharing her life experiences or proving my worst supposition to be unfounded. So, perhaps it's not over, but in a very real sense, I've moved on. Sent out a barrage of messages and now have multiple POTs lined up besides the two I fuuucked this weekend. Including another DI athlete, replacing the the first, who was a veritable October Surprise.
I am slowly making the switch from frustrated husband to sugar bowl veteran. The ups and downs sometimes seem too crazy to stay in the game. Far too much time spent searching, far too many flakes and ghosting, a transactional relationship that can masquerade as something else, but ultimately will dollar out. But then the moments of pure gold happen, and all seems redeemed. Carpe Diem!