We've all had that feeling. Your best friend in the 5th grade moves to Modesto. The stray dog you took in last year runs off never to be seen again. Your high school sweetheart goes off to Baylor and you go to Central Nebraska State A&M. Fate drops good things in our laps, shows us the joy of good companionship and and then the bitch snatches it away. We sometimes get attached, sometimes just a little, sometimes fiercely. The joy of the present and hope for the future blinds us to the reality that people and things change and life moves on in the blink of an eye.
I've met some lovely ladies in this sport, probably three times what my scoreboard shows. Some were sub par, the majority average and some were worth several visits eventually fading away as the novelty wore off. I've got several ATF's in my rotation now and I see them when I can. Something about them keeps you coming back. But then there's the proverbial unicorn. Looks? Well, yeah! Talent? Of course. Combine all the positives and the best thing about them is you just click. In my experience chemistry is the most important factor for a continuing hobby relationship. I didn't come here looking for chemistry(in the eloquent words of Ted Nugent "I'm a breeder") but every now and again it finds me. And rarely does chemistry hook up with all the other variables to make a unicorn.
Fate paid me a visit recently. My unicorn, or "hobby wife" as we called it recently moved onto the RW. No hints, no warnings, just gone. It caught me a little off guard to say the least. Prior to her I had a unicorn relationship that lasted over ten years and it was very rewarding. We've been enjoying each others company for two years and I never once stopped to consider that one day she might be gone. Then she called me and told me the news. As she talked I was reminiscing about the early days when I recognized we had chemistry. At first it was the ability to talk about anything. Soon it became more where we shared personal thoughts and feelings. Boundaries never had to be discussed or crossed and we were still comfortable sharing our life stories. We'd check in with each other, talk about when we'd meet again and what we'd do, go have lunch, re-arrange her furniture, cry over personal tragedies or just cuddle in bed talking. She helped me, I helped her. She even told me she'd like to try something different and that I should introduce another woman into our fun. Occasionally she'd say "why did you see that provider? She's cuter than me" or "her tits are nicer". We even talked about going to Mexico for a weekend this spring and I'll tell you I'd rather travel solo than risk having a rotten time with someone I don't click with. We had become friends. To sum it up it was just genuinely fun and easy. Finally she said "I'll call you next time I'm around and we can have lunch".
My heart dropped just a smidgen during that phone call but more than anything I was happy for her. Fuck my own feelings, I'll get over it. Not every player on this field is offered an off ramp and probably more don't take it. Instead of being sad I'm extremely grateful to have spent time with such a wonderful person. Lot's of players will warn against getting too involved with providers, that it can't possibly end up good. I see their point, but if you do it carefully and know whom your dealing with the risk can be worth the reward. Now begins the hard part: searching for more good chemistry with the fine ladies of this field. I know there's more unicorns out there and I intend to find one.