*Part 3 is the story told by the M in this threesome.*
It was a situationship. I’ve been there before. But I’m in my 30s now. Older, wiser, smarter! I know how to solve this. Go on, T. Make your 20-something self quiver at your 30-something self’s maturity. Go off, king!
But V is a hard person to force things with. She’s tall and slender with black hair that rolls down her back in loose waves. She insists that it’s very dark brown, but you have to squint sideways in just the right light to see what she’s talking about, and even then it’s a stretch. But it doesn’t matter. Her hair is brown, and she won’t back down.
She has pudgy little earlobes and a pretty face. Her eyebrows and hair bounce between immaculately refined and wild & untamed. She is amazing, raw, open, and pure, unlike anyone I’ve ever met.
By month three, I know I want to be with her. But she just ended a nearly decade long relationship two months before I met her. I was her first date since, and I’m not sure she’s ready to be with anyone yet.