After all, I was never a Casanova of any kind, and maybe this is what I need to do.
The more I thought about it, the more it seemed right.
They looked just as sleazy as these dudes, it was like hearing a public figure you support did or said something really asinine. You’re making a whole lot of judgements based on your ideas of who these people are without actually seeing them together.
You literally have no idea what their relationship is like, what they talk about or what they do when you’re not around.
With those odds, theres a good chance your neighbor, your colleague, even your babysitter have all dipped their toes in the polyamorous lifestyle.
You have access to a teeny, tiny part of their lives and have constructed an elaborate theory based on jack and shit. My own experiences with romance, for lack of a better word, came to the forefront too.
I remember how one of those captain of the cheerleader squad and I were casual acquaintances, and the more time we spent together, she once thought it was funny as hell to sic her scuzzy asshole friends on me and make my life a living hell.
The moment I finally stand up to her though and to all of them in junior year, she actually started genuinely flirting with me and I wanted none of it if only because of what cruelty she was capable of, but that just made her want me more.
She grabbed my ass and tried playing with my hair, and I was really fucking creeped out.