there's one girl i really like, maybe i'll fall in love with her one day, she's just a perfect friend plus i can sleep with her. she's creative in bed, she's brilliant at conversation, she's independent and not so hung up on cash as most girls, she's really gorgeous and every time i see her i smile. she comes with three amazing kids whom i really like as well. of course there's a glitch in this picture, i mean come on, you guys know me and my relationships, there's always a glitch. but is it really a glitch, the idea of an open relationship has never really appealed to me, god knows i had enough but i never had a girl say, 'i just want you to be happy' before. that's a pretty powerful thing, because she meant it. it was genuine, said without any control or power agenda.
i see this girl once every two weeks if i am lucky, we hang out, sometimes walk along the beach with the kids, sometimes hang out in coffee shops, sometimes it's me and her. it's easy and natural, never a chore or complex, save for the 'open' bit. but there's part of me that just thinks what the hell, she deserves to be happy and free, free to do her own thing.
in the past girls just play the open relationship card when they have been compromised or we have both agreed that this is a sex only relationship, it's never been something i felt great about, but with this girl i don't feel jealous or possessive, i don't wanna hold her down or do anything that stops her living her life. why?
once i liked the challenge of a committed relationship, i liked telling other women that i had some one special in my life that i loved and would always remain true to them. i hope one day that will return but with this girl i like her enough to let her do her own thing.
see a girl like this is a rare thing, there's nothing fake or contrived about this girl, she's got the wild horse spirit, un-tameable by anything except love she's the girl that walks into the detectives office a sexy vampish drop dead beauty but is actually coy and vulnerable underneath her glamour. and somewhere in the story, in a shoot out, on the run from the bad guys, they look into one anothers eyes and hearts and souls and kiss.