She called unexpectedly one day.
“Hi, it’s Sherry. We Met at Drew’s party. I’m a friend of Alice.”
“Uh, sure. I’ve seen you a few other times as well, haven’t I,” Bill said. “Maybe at some group meetings?”
“Yes, but I’m not a member. I belong to another one.”
Bill fiddled with the phone cord as he said, “OK. So what’s up?
“Well, I thought you were kind of interesting. I wanted to get to know you better.”
“Well, what did you have in mind?”
In retrospect, he realized he didn’t make it any easier for her, but then he really didn’t know what was up. A call from a woman he barely knew. It was the late 70s–not the 60s after all. But the more things change, the more they stay the same, he concluded.
“How about you come over for dinner at my place?”
Bill pulled the phone cord a little harder and looked out window at the sun peeking through clouds before answering. “Yeah, sure, why not. When?”
After dinner, things moved along quickly. He might have, but didn’t, expect how quickly. She and her boyfriend had an “open relationship,” she explained. He should have known better. He’d been there and done that before. Triangles and quadrangles are useful concepts for geometry but in human relationships they just don’t end well. Worse, the complications that develop along the way cause pain.