Double Life

It comes back slowly but it comes back nonetheless.
Mid-day with one, evening with another.
Phone calls in another room.
Plans with friends and the like.

I'm going down on her while her fingers run through my hair. She's sopping wet and it's all over my bed and my face and my hands. My other girl doesn't even like oral sex performed on her. Again. They couldn't be more different. But this doesn't come to me in the moment. I'm a professional at compartmentalizing.
They occupy different rooms in my mind and heart.

The proximity is becoming problematic and though there haven't been any super close calls, as an experienced womanizer I know they are coming if they have not already unbeknownst to me as of yet.
One thing you learn from womanizing, on a long enough time line, you are only one moment away from getting caught and ultimately...the truth nearly always reveals itself in due time.

I'm going to have to pitch the deal to one of them and see what she says about being the other woman.

My main girl has gotten suspicious, no not suspicious, but she's picked up on not having been to my place much recently. I'll squash that for the short term by having her over this weekend, but it's not a long term solution. I know I have to pitch the deal to the other girl and let her decide. I'll put my odds at 50/50 she takes the deal. There's a good chance she takes it with the secret belief she will woo me away from my girl given enough time or that she'll force me to decide later when she feels like her stock is high enough to force my hand.
This is silliness but it's probably what she'll do, if my experience with women has been any indication. Nothing piques a woman's sense of self like competing with another high value woman for the affection and attention of a good/bad man.

What a woman really wants is a man she's not quite sure she can have. A man that is desired by other women of worth and value and accomplishment. A man she perhaps didn't think she could have but saw the opportunity and adroitly maneuvered herself into position.
Now that she's tasted the goods and tested the waters, she's invested and the attachment isn't so much it normally I've found, but now it's about fucking winning and beating another woman.

If you can trust/bet in/on one thing about the nature of women, it is their willingness to compete with one another in what is their ultimate pissing contest: fighting over a high value man.

Girls always brag about having so many options and that is true, but it's like pointing out a stretch of fast food joints off the interstate: how many of those do you actually want to fucking eat at?

I feel sympathy for women. Honestly I do. I've rarely met women who would honestly say they had dated a lot of high value men. When I say high value, I mean men who intrinsically knew or understood women. Men who made them feel like a woman. I don't know if women are predisposed to this or not, but I do know that I have dated a number of awesome women.
I'm talking loyal, devoted, sexually aware, passionate, loving women.

I could count on more than one hand and if I add up the lengths of time to which I had them in my life I have been truly fortunate. I grow disenchanted sometimes because my average is now about 1-2 per year that I meet, but by and large, I still feel like this is wonderful and it makes finding them all the more meaningful due to their scarcity. A human does love nothing so much as scarcity.

  Good luck and happy hunting,
         - Yrs. in Christ