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I don’t mean to brag, but Lo and I are compatible on a very deep and significant level. We have a relationship that is based on trust, love, and consent. That doesn’t mean that we don’t have our squabbles, our lover’s quarrels, our blow-outs. But when a couple gets each other on such a deep-seated plane, then all that stuff seems like small stuff and every once in a while, just to keep things really interesting, one or the other party has to do something really, really bad.
This happened for each of us a couple of weeks ago. My turn first.
Lo was out at a party and I had opted to stay home. I just wasn’t feeling in the party mood. She asked me to wait up for her, but every half hour or so past ten, she texted to say she would be “just a little later.”
I amused myself with writing, reading, watching my guilty pleasure when Lo is not around, Weeds, and then checking my e-mail every so often. At one point I noticed that a fellow blogger, a bloggette whom many of my readers probably know, was on-line and up for chatting. In order to protect the guilty, let’s call her Formore, as in, she’s always up for more sex. So, Formore and I started chatting amicably and innocently enough, as we often have in the past, and the time was growing from later and later in the night to earlier in the morning. At some point I said to her, “What’s keeping you up so late?” She…