In another thread I mentioned “One Of My Girlfriends” ©™
For some reason, the veracity of my posts is always questioned here. People don’t seem to believe that chewing gum could stop my bicycle wheel, or that Burbank cops could falsely accuse my friend of murder. Whatever. I have never distorted the truth here. I am a long time reader of The Straight Dope, from the very first days. I believe that the truth is important, and hold it pretty sacred. My parent has had no less than three questions answered by Cecil himself.
Yeah, I have three girlfriends. Big fricking whoop. They are all, IMHO, nice looking girls, maybe not Playboy Bunnies, but I was never attracted to that kind anyway. Most important, they are wonderful people, and I feel blessed to know each one.
Girlfriend number one is the love of my life. I went through a long period of my life wondering if I would ever find “the one” and thankfully I finally did. I fully expect to die in her arms. She is the girl I moved to California to meet. She is the yin to my yang. Or maybe the opposite. That kind of stuff is her department. I am the rational logician, she is the astrologer. She used to dance on American Bandstand, and at age 62 still looks very nice. I just turned 50, so we aren’t that far apart.
Girlfriend number two is someone I met on one of my travels. She is from Long Island. She is now 43. Number one doesn’t like to travel, so I used to go alone. Now, when I travel, I meet up with number two. She also occasionally visits out west, or I go back to see her on Long Island. She has always known that we were just party friends, “booty call” if you want.
Number three is something that just happened. She is actually an acquaintance of number one, and they both know about each other, and are fine with it. Well, mostly. But what can I do. I live life on like 200% speed, and a little of me goes a long way.
Most of the time, I am alone. I like to be by myself, and while I am happy to see any of them, they all realize that I have my own life, and one thing they have in common is that they have their own lives as well. None of them are clingons.
I should make the point that My life right now is pretty much shit. Not finding work. To the degree that I am temping and when I am not temping I am collecting recycling from gas station trash cans to eat. My roommate is threatening to throw me on the street if I can’t raise some cash. I could probably couch it for a while at any of these women’s house, but I wouldn’t and couldn’t make it a habit. I have always had work and money, and this is the worst economy I have seen in my lifetime. So yeah, I get laid. But I may be living in a van down by the river. Without the van. Or the river. :mad::mad: