Fact is, as much as I try to pretend that I am not, I am a jealous girl. I came to terms with my jealousy, given, I live a poly life and there isn’t a lot of room for emotions as such. So, I got to a place mentally where I am good with everything. Then (for all intents and purposes we will call the other person in this story “person x”) so… Yeah, then person x is talking to an unknown person on the phone. (Little does person x know, I know exactly who the fuck she is talking to. It’s long distance gf. Let’s call her LDGF) so, I am truly okay with this. Person x has never met LDGF and more than likely never will. I have person x with me. I am the lucky girl…. Or so I thought, as person x has this huge air of negativity surrounding her. She hasn’t laid a finger on me since she came to get me yesterday. Literally. No hug, kiss, Nada. We have barely exchanged words other than things like the grocery list. It is highly uncomfortable.
So, what do I do when I am not getting my needs met? I get them met through some other means. I’ve had a wonderful flirty convo with a wicked sexy girl, I’ve been kiking with another butch.. And of course I have Papa, but I don’t want to stress Him with this, as it may just be over anxious feelings mixed with pms. (My bad feelings are never wrong tho…)
Shit. I was gonna keep writing but I just got mail from sexy new butch, and I must go read it!