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Polyamory Might Be the Death of Modern Dating After All
We are paying a great deal for sexual freedom.
Gina and I had planned a simple morning coffee hangout — just two friends catching up before the day pulled us in opposite directions. But somehow, that quiet coffee turned into an impromptu scavenger hunt.
It started when Gina realized she had left her car keys somewhere between the café counter and our favorite table by the window.
What followed was a chaotic search under chairs, in her bag (twice), and even in the bathroom, where she swore she hadn’t gone.
We laughed as we retraced her steps, turning a minor inconvenience into an adventure.
Yet, beneath the laughter, something lingered. We weren’t just searching for keys. We were searching for space, for clarity, for something in our lives that had started to feel… smaller.
Gina, at 43, is in a good relationship with a guy three years younger. They love each other, they laugh together, but lately, she’s been feeling suffocated.
“He’s wonderful,” she told me, stirring her now-lukewarm coffee, “but sometimes I just want to breathe without explaining why.”
I knew that feeling well. I, too, was in a relationship with an amazing man — attentive…
