So I was sitting around the other day, catching up on some blogs that I haven’t read in a while. One of these is Steve Pavlina’s blog which I stopped reading for a while because it got a little to preachy/spirtual/his wife talks to dead people. But, he has had some really interesting stuff over the years so I thought I would see what he has been up too. I also happened to be watching the latest episode of Big Love and thinking about how crazy having multiple wives would be, financially, emotionally, sexually, etc. And I was thinking about how to have the benefits of multiple wives and not any of the trouble. And believe me, there would be trouble. And then Steve came right into my brain and smacked me around and gave me the answer, which would become my next 30 Day experiment. I would become, for the next 30 wonderful days, polyamorous.

What is Polyamory you ask? I had never heard of the word before, it wasn’t even in the dictionary until a few years ago. Well, according to Wikipedia,

The defining characteristic of polyamory is belief in the possibility of, and value of, multiple romantic loving relationships carried out “with the knowledge and consent of all partners concerned.”

My first thought, after picking myself off the floor, was “wwwoooooohhooooo!” It took a while, but eventually some perv.. errrr very loving man came up with a very intellectual word for sowing his seeds in other fields. What a great idea I thought. I’m sure most men have LOTS of love to give and just too few people (read:1) to share it with. Why not share it with as many people as I could, as many times as I could (Which at my age, is probably only once or twice). Revolutionary!

Now, the first thing you need, is a understanding wife. How Steve got his to go along with this, I have no idea. After that, basically a few lessons from Mystery and you are ready to hit the club scene to share your love. Again and again and again. Then when you are exhausted, go back home to your loving wife who supports you in everything you do.

So, my first step was to tell me wife that I was basically going to start seeing other women. But I still loved her and would expect her to behave herself and continue to be a great wife, at home. That is when I for the first time in my life, I had a object thrown at my head by my wonderful wife. Now, I don’t know if she was just firing a warning shot and that is why the shoe missed me, but I decided to make a quick retreat to the safety zone (garage). I hid behind the air compressor until I thought it was safe.

That turned out to be about 4 days, I got real hungry. I’ll put this one in the failure category.