When we left her, our heroine, Monica, had just ditched Mr. Polyamorous
(Come on! I want to date you – and, you – and you) and was moving on.
The Date Watchers were discussing cheating, “sharing” and polyamory. They concluded they were all much more Pollyanna than Polyamory.
What happened to Pollyanna?
A week after checking the “Opt Out” box with Mr. Ménage a Many, she was on the elevator at the 450 Sutter Medical Building and ran into an old (50-something) college friend, a dentist, widowed a year before, and a ballroom dance aficionado. From the 24th floor to the lobby they chatted, laughed and agreed to go dancing and now, they are making beautiful music together. It happens.
Mad About You…and You… and You
Monica, 55, (the ink on the divorce papers was barely dry) had to chime in with her tale of “Whoa.” She recently signed up on two online dating sites. Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she said she been blissfully dating – multiple men. She was like a kid in a candy store. She bragged she was making up for lost time.
The other women listened as Monica regaled them with her tales from the crib. Thirty dates in thirty days sounded impressive and exhausting. Would a diabetic coma follow her sweet overload?
Two of the women agreed they experienced that same the same post-divorce-euphoria, to a lesser degree. The consensus was that hyperactive, Monica should slow down and smell the flowers, instead of mowing them down. She was the classic too much, too soon, too fast, fey divorcee.
Monica said she was upfront with each of the three men she was dating. The first guy said, “Hasta la vista, baby,” and walked out; Number Two wanted to woo Monica and was willing to stay in the game; Number Three said “…give me a call when you’re done experimenting.”
Can You Spell STD?
The wine continued to flow, as did the opinions. Yes, of course, all agreed life is short, however they also encouraged Monica to slow down, take precautions, get tested, and focus on quality, not quantity.
Lynne, the wise said, “Monica, sweetie, you’ve got ADD. You have all the classic symptoms of Affection Deficit Disorder. It’s been a long time since you have had any action; all of this serial dating is just frothy, light and fun. Get it out of your system and then get real.”
The women raised their glasses in unison and said, “Here’s to those who love us, and here’s to those who don’t, a smile for those who are willing to, and a tear for those who won’t.”
Monica, of the ‘get in the last word’ countered with,
Remember what Mae West said,” Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!”