Plum hurriedly wrote her post last night as I was still digesting the weekend. I felt more than happy to be at the Girl's b-day with
But, I was let down because there were women who were poly and openly inviting and encouraging to other men, while they were not interested in me. I was feeling left out and a little like the last one picked for the ball team.
We spent the drive home reconciling our alternately feeling of euphoria and sadness. An interesting dichotomy developed as we drove. I didn't see
In fact, at the party when I later said that I didn’t think it was my place to speak up when X came over, sat down next on the other side of Plum, and asked HER for a date in front of me when Plum and I were chatting alone on a break; Plum said she was furious that I put the burden on her to speak up. I feel it would be tactless to answer for her when he sat next to her and asked her for a date. I left them alone and headed for a potty break. I was never seriously worried about her position with me either, and was much more saddened by the lack of attention I received. Maybe all feel this at one time or another. Is this jealousy? I was proud of Plum, but feel a little sad that she could write so glowingly of something that was sensitive to me. Would a different degree of success have buoyed my spirits, even if I didn’t revel in it
Me: a nice guy who is never as crass as many who approached Plum. Should one throw it out there literally, and maybe someone will bite? Is this method a winner in this social environment? Do nice guys finish last? Am I too new for this group to be recognized? I knew many from a few years ago in another lifetime. Maybe a little of all of these…………… ?
Am I too thin skinned, take it too personally, or is being poly and enjoying this lifestyle more painful than I want sometimes? Do other times make it worth it? I still think so.....
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