Encouraging Adultery – and other morally gray areas

Posted by Tilia

It bears mentioning that right now, I’m in a unique living situation.  To save money for England, one of my co-workers, whom we’ll call Jenna, offered to let me move in with her, rent free, until my move.

Jenna and I met at work, and bonded very quickly.  She was privy to all the juicy information about Guitar Guy, and a ton of fun, albeit bearing in tow some choice responsibilities that none of my college friends had: a husband and two kids at age 25.

Obviously, living with an entire family is a huge step away from co-ed conditions, and took some getting used to.  The kids, I adore.  I fell in love with them almost immediately, and outside of some occasional drama where they’ve stolen my jewelry or some such nonsense, the affection is constant and mutual.

However, I could bake Jenna’s husband into a pie, and serve him to homeless people without feeling even the slightest trace of guilt regarding it.  The man is a jackass; emotionally abusive and generally useless as a human being.  So, though at the beginning, I treated Jenna’s flirtation with our sometimes-manager, Cole, as just a bit of fun, I soon found myself encouraging her to at least get some affection and happiness where she could.

Plus, I really like Cole.  He’s good people.

Anyway, the envelope hath officially been pushed beyond the point of return, and I think they’re rendezvousing tonight.  Is this, in part, my fault?  Absolutely.  I not only supported it, I facilitated, and am continuing to do so.  Is this going to fuck with  my karma?

Probably.

But, there’s something kind of exciting about being a part of it all.

I think it’s worth it.  She deserves to be happy, even if it’s uncouth.

So, should I lighten up on the Gwags (Guys With Arbitrary Girlfriends), who currently are my most nagging source of displeasure with the universe, now that I’m helping out a similar situation?  No, I don’t think I will.

Gwags aren’t married and have no children to concern themselves with.  They are simply too emotionally flaccid to break off their jokes of relationships when they realize that they would like to be free and single again.

However, despite all of my disgust with the Gwag, there are two in my life right now that I’d still allow physical recreation to happen with.  One of whom, I thought I was completely over, but will be encountering again upon re-entry into London, and we’ll see how that goes.

The other just needs to go wait for me in the back stairwell, and bring along his guitar.  After three months of undressing me with his eyes, he’s now morally obliged to do it with his hands.

~ by Shannon on July 16, 2008.