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Two Amazing Women…Which to Choose?
Here’s an interesting story. Or at least a story, at any rate. Fran and I were hosting a couples group, where everyone shared personal issues. Very 1970s.
Five or six couples sat in the living room, including a couple I’d never met. We nibbled cheese and crackers, sipped wine, and shared personal issues … couples’ issues.
No one had to share, it wasn’t a rule or anything, but anyone wanting to, could. A woman, sitting with her husband, complained that he had lost interest in sex.
“Go on vacation,” a man advised the couple. He threw a nod toward his wife and explained, “We went a year without sex. Then while on vacation, I was climbing over Lizzie (he gave her a little nudge) on my way out of bed and realized there was something of value there.
Everyone grinned. That is, every man grinned.
Fran and I continued as a couple until she replaced me with a cocker spaniel. Oh, well. It was a helluva ride.
The Phone Call
“Hi, Bill. This is Terry.”
“From your committed couples group. I was with my boyfriend, Phil. I really liked how open you and Fran were in the group.”
It took a moment, then it hit me like a Playboy centerfold. She was the blonde who had never said a peep, just sat there looking gorgeous.
“Sure, I remember you,” I gushed. “How’s it going?”
“I split up with Phil and heard you and Fran are no longer together.”
“Looks like we have something in common,” I said breezily, my pulse hitting three-digits.
“Maybe we should meet up for coffee sometime.”
Sometime? “Let me check my calendar.” I pretended to open it. “Whadaya know, this afternoon’s free.”
“I know just the place.”
I hung up, cheering.
We soon fell in love, but months earlier, Terry had booked a trip to China. The night before her departure we attended a fun party. Everyone got high on weed. It was a great party.
The next morning I drove Terry to the airport.
“I wish I hadn’t booked this trip,” she said, tearfully. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
We hugged, and off she flew.
Another Phone Call
“This is Susan…from last night’s party. You were so funny, I just had to call and say hello.”
Miracles like this just didn’t happen.
Although Terry and I professed our love for each other, we had an open relationship, i.e., free to have sex with others (more about that in part 2).
Coincidentally, a movie company had just rented the house in which Pam (wife number one) and our three young boys lived, and I had rented them a condo in Hermosa Beach.
For that week, Susan and I romped on the beach with the kids until Pam got off work, and then Susan and I left and romped some more at her place.
Terry was to return the following day, and I had to choose between two amazing women.
Next Week, Part 2.
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Debi O'Neille saysOctober 16, 2017 at 10:04 am
decisions, decisions, eh?
Thanks for the read!
Bill Brier saysOctober 16, 2017 at 8:40 pm
Debi, I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know that somebody out there understands how trying my life has been. Oh, the hardships…the suffering!