We both value trust and honesty very highly; that’s probably the main thing that has enabled us to stay together despite our significant differences. She worries from time to time that I’ll find someone I like better, but she says at least she doesn’t worry that it’s already happening behind her back because I promised I’d tell her if it did happen.
I guess I’m poly, but not even conventional in that!
::sigh::
If I were multiple people and didn’t have to worry about time constraints, oh yes definitely I could fall in love over and over again, accumulating people I was in love with and getting deeply and seriously involved with them all. In real life, I could conceive of perhaps two (although that has never happened), but I also need a fair amount of time strictly to myself (alone time) so that plus time with one other person tends to eat up most of the time that’s not already spoken for by job and sleep and such.
I do have a very difficult time explaining it (except to people who just “get it”), but if I have to stay, I won’t; if I can’t have sex with anyone else, I probably will; if I am forbidden to leave you, I’ll escape somehow. It is far and away too personal and too real a part of me and my life for anything coercive to be tolerated. That’s one part. Then there’s the, um, “weak brakes” thing. I could END UP in a situation I hadn’t planned that somehow included being on the receiving end of seductive speculations I found myself responding to. I daresay that if, beginning tomorrow morning, this planet’s sapient females were to start trying to bed guys with fervor and ambition and determination and sexually predatory attunement to my reactions, I’d end up on the slutty end of things; a great deal of my tendency towards unintended fidelity has to do with the fact that I myself am basically reactive rather than a creature of sexual initiative, and the majority of females don’t take a strong initiative (or, if they do, I’m not a “babe” and they don’t come after me). But how the heck can I promise I won’t do something when for the most part my record of not doing that something has to do with not getting the invitations? Females are cute and delicious, sex is slinky and yummy and often verges on irresistible, and I have every reason to think I have round heels and weak brakes and would be pretty easily bedded by a very large subset of any females inclined to try it…and yet I’m supposed to promise that this isn’t gonna happen???
[I should add that I would probably experience a lot of long-lasting displeasure if I did manage, out of some sense of promised duty, to jam my heels in the ground and stop such a thing from occurring. I have a strong sense of having under-experienced the joys of being seduced; my own ambivalence in such situations can be intensely erotic to me, like unto damn near nothing else, and I harbor a certain…well, LOYALTY to sexuality itself that says it is downright SINFUL to preemptively disqualify myself from the range of possible (albeit rarely likely) experiences that might touch upon this well of feeling.]
Anyway, I agree that there is no “high ground” in our dilemma. I didn’t really think there was, but I dared to suggest that I might be standing on it because I’m defensive in light of the tendency of “monogamy chauvinists” to say that I am shallow, that my values are just excuses for not growing up, [Redbook Magazine] why are men afraid of commitment? [/Redbook Magazine], etc…
In real life, I think if she can trust me and not hold herself at arm’s length emotionally, we’ll do all right. Short of seductresses developing lusty fascinations for my aging bod, it isn’t greatly likely that extracurricular activities will occur if I’m happy and satisfied with her, since my, um, antennae, as it were, tend to retract and I get more oblivious than usual and don’t notice if I’m being flirted with, etc.