2:06 Polyamory Class

This story exists in a twilight realm of narrative between dates, smeared chronologically through the fallin-in-love phase, the fucktard singularity, and the friendzone.

During one of my happily exasperated conversations with NSG about our mutual sexual attraction and what the fuck to mindfully do about it, we wandered into the topic of polyamory. This was yet again another NSG conversational realm slightly above my comfort level, but in a good, challenging way. I had to admit to not knowing very much about polyamory, possibly due to a confluence of my own self-knowledge lacking interest in that direction, and also possibly because of societal influences. Much of what little I know is due to some good friends I know who are exploring polyamory...

Which lead to the contemplation about how dedicated and successful these friends are in everything they do. So, naturally, I found myself asking NSG if she knew my friend "M".

She did.
And it was not a good thing. She had some very negative opinions about my friend M, and she was immediately closed and defensive.

At first I tried defending my friend M, to help round out some of her observations into the generally good person I know. I quickly abandoned that tactic, throwing M under the proverbial bus, and worked on convincing NSG how M and myself are profoundly different.

This was all potentially contributory elements for the fucktardification event a couple days later. Which was further twisted into an amusing coincidence because I had a lunch planned the following day with M to catch up, set some weeks in advance.