I know she’s out there. Where or who I do not know just yet. But I know she is there. Maybe she is feeling lonely, empty, and unfulfilled like I am. Maybe she is happy and content in her life but hasn’t found that one person who makes life complete. But maybe I have already had and lost her, eh who knows. I am not seeking anyone in particular, hell I am not even putting myself “out there” in a real way. Mostly I am looking through the window, even squinting at times when I think I have lost sight of any possibilities.
During the most mundane of tasks I have my eyes wide open.
Today, while going through the local fast food drive-thru for a treat for the little princess I encountered a woman. She was not amazingly beautiful nor was she Gilbert Grape’s momma. While she was ringing up my order I wanted her to say something to me but instead it was this goofy guy in training behind her who after 8 seconds of staring at me came up with, “I love your glasses.”
While it was nice of him to notice the most obvious thing on my face, it meant nothing because she did not say it. I am not saying that male attention is not awesome as a whole. My whole life has been a back and forth of trying to figure out how to classify myself in relationships with men. As a youth, I explored every facet of relationships that I could pull off; straight, lesbian, mono, poly, and cheating in-between. With my ex, I was a bisexual who wanted to be a lesbian. After my ex, I left my options open by seeing multiple people (with their knowledge of course). Then I met my fiance. My sexuality has never been a real issue, mostly because he knows I am not a traditional bisexual and is okay with it.
The awesomeness of my fiance is that many times we have talked about my needs and desires to be with a woman. He has always said, “You are still figuring yourself out. I am okay with you exploring what you need,” and that is that. But the hardship doesn’t end when he says it’s okay…as a matter of fact for me it has only just begun. I try to avoid commenting on an attractive woman. I attempt to not feel the thump in my heart when two women are kissing. I try to be in the moment with him at all times, but my heart and mind do wander. (And, I do not confess these conflicts of interest.)
I am chickenshit, point blank.
I think that as much as I want a female partner, I am afraid of putting myself out there. I am scared of not being accepted as a bisexual poly mother of 6 in a straight mono relationship. I am afraid of the unknown. Let’s be honest the monster you know is better than the one you don’t, right?
So here I sit mulling over the day. Wishing that she would have noticed me. Wishing that just because I am walking around with my kiddo women will notice me. Wishing that society would stop fucking with the image of self I am allowed to be. Wishing I was a different version of me. Wishing she would notice me.
Izzy