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I am but a newborn baby poly-bi-girl. I have much to learn. Since I was born again–or hatched afresh, perhaps?–into this role, I’ve overstepped the boundaries and/or let my big flappy mouth run without the benefit of a filter times without number.
I quote the phrase which served as this blog’s tagline for months and months: ancora imparo. I’m workin’ on it.
In that spirit of learning, I thought it through and decided that it would be both polite and prudent to turn politely away when a mutual acquaintance pulled my friend aside so as to whisper into his ear not long ago.
Not that I didn’t peek over from time to time. I did. Come on, I’m trying to be open-minded and polite, but I’m not dead.
A little later my friend filled me in on their conversation. “Watch out for that girl, honey,” he was told by the woman, who was referring of course to me. “She’s trouble. She’s looking at you with more than just lust in her eyes.”
I bristled slightly when I learned of her warning. Who was she to warn my friend of what I might or might not be feeling? What business was it of hers?
Then I stopped bristling. Eh, bristling. It’s kinda pointless.
I think the problem stems from a deficit in our language. She interpreted what she saw as an indication that I was in love with my friend. It’s been mentioned here too. I’m not in love with him. Really. I assure you.
However, I do love him.
There’s a difference, isn’t there? Being in love with someone implies that you want the relationship to progress, to move forward to some larger or better thing such as sharing living space or exchanging rings.
I’d like to believe that I could love him without the need for any of those things. Am I splitting hairs about this concept? Is there too small a difference between loving and being in love? Should my friend heed the warning that I’m trouble?
Trouble. Me? Say it isn’t so!



