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Last night I walked out of my office a little before 7pm, walked to the garage, and got in my car. Then I drove the hour or so between where I work and where I live, and pulled into my own garage at home. It's a long commute. But it went by like no time at all.
The reason for that is I was talking to Moliére.
We've been friends for years now. I first met him through mutual friends of ours. He knew of me through my work on the podcast, and asked some mutual friends of ours to introduce him to me. I was up at their kinky bed & breakfast to teach a class. He came to meet me beforehand, and we spent a long time together chatting and just getting to know one another. I liked him enormously from the get-go.
That had to have been four or five years ago at this point.
We're similar in many ways. We're both techies, both love puns, have many of the same sensibilities for things in life. We both have excellent taste in partners, too. Did I mention he's my metamour? Yep.
You know that song My Boyfriend's Girlfriend Isn't Me? It's like that. Oh you don't? Here.
So anyhow, back to Moliére. We've been close for ages. Our relationship, like all relationships, has had its ups and downs. We've endured hardship, apart and together. The part where we're metamours is relatively new, and it's not without adjustment.
That's not a bad thing though. Last weekend we got together, just him and me, to talk about where we are, how we feel about one another, and to eat really good poké.
We love one another, a whole lot. We always have. We're still figuring out all the various things we mean to one another. It's a good thing.
So when I got in the car in the first garage, I decided to call him, just because I felt like chitchatting, spending time. We joked around, talked about all sorts of stuff, laughed, did some insightful thinking about ageplay and porn, and just generally basked in the warmth of one another's company.
Before I knew it, I was in the second garage, the one in my house. I really love him, and I'm so grateful he's in my life.