My current dating situation reminds me of some advice given by Julius Henry (Groucho) Marx. He advised a young man that: (1) He should find a woman who knows how to cook, (2) He should find a woman who will care for you when you are sick, (3) He should find a woman who will laugh at his jokes, and (4) He should find a woman who is good in bed. But lastly, Groucho advised: He should never let these women meet. Given the juggling I've been doing over the last few weeks, I feel like the man to whom Groucho gave his sage advice.
Let's call the 3 ladies I've been dating, FH, MB, and FL. If one of these ladies ends up being a long term "girlfriend", I'll assign a new name for ease of reference. FH lives on Long Island, and doesn't drive. MB lives in the Hudson Valley, has seen me as Marian, but I've only met her twice. FL lives in New Jersey, knows about my feminine side, has seen me twice, and is already interested in spending a weekend together. All 3 of these ladies might be good choices for me, but each one has some unknowns that could derail a relationship. Things have come to a decision point with one of them, and I have to figure out whether I want to move forward with this relationship, or take a pass and bet on one of the other 2 working out.
One advantage that my most recent round of dating has had for me, is that it has helped me finally heal from the wreckage of my last relationship. During the worst of the pandemic, my ex blocked me from accessing one of the few groups meeting virtually that would transition to in person meetups later in the year. Of course, she couldn't deal with my existence as Marian, and grew to hate this side of me over the last year we were together. So she did her damnedest to blackball me from one group, but she wasn't able to blackball me from the other. In the end, we wound up in the same place had we negotiated a settlement between us, but with much more anger along the way.
Of the women I've dated recently, FH is someone I like. But I'm not sure if we share enough chemistry to move forward. We like each other, but I think the habits formed during the first days of "pandemic dating" may yet get the better of us. MB already accepts me as Marian, and has yet to see me as Mario. What will she think? What would it be like if we were to get intimate? Would she mind if I were the one to wear the silky nightgowns? And then, that leaves us with FL. She likes this area where I live. Yet, I think she might want to live closer to her family in New Jersey. Could we find a happy middle ground?
So many questions.....
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