Relationship with bisexual girl

David writes to me, "Your presentation of "Price of Love" has given me serious inspiration. I have always been an original, but I must say you are the first who spurns my inspiration to the brink of wanting to copy. But, I will not. However, I do have other tales for you that may provide increased interest in you. Ultimately, these stories are leading you, to the juncture wherein I choose the Japanese way of things, so stay tuned. These are true tales and they are not embellished with lies to make them snappy. My path in life has given my experiences that most writers only dream of.

These stories from me will grow in importance to you. I am not only a great admirer of yours, but I too am a writer, philosopher, and an artist. It is no small matter that I found you. How, do you explain an American born in a city, never being exposed to Japanese culture until he is an adult finding someone with your gifts, and so much similarity? Is it coincidence? No. You think on a high level and you know nothing is coincidental.

Is it synchronicity? Probably. I did not know I was looking for you until I found you. But, I was quite deliberately walking through your Japanese garden for pleasure and enlightenment. However, it was apparent to me that you have a great following. How am I to be seen as different or unique in the sea of fish swimming toward you?

I am happy that you want to use my writing in the context of your work. Believe me when I tell you that I never intended it this way. It is because of the path I follow, which lead me to you that this avenue has become possible. Where there is a possibility for mutual gain, there can be love. So, let your words run through me like blood so that my heart can be filled with you.

I know that you have many, many lovers. Some of them are, or have been women. Many men seem to fantasize about two women being together. I never have, however, and I wonder if it is possible for a man to really love a bisexual woman. If a man were possessive then would he not cringe at the idea of his lover possibly leaving for anyone; including a woman? I felt this way when the situation came up. Since you have given me the honor of indulging you with some of my past relationships I will occasionally do so, but first let me say that your sincerity, mystery, written words, and wisdom have caused me some down-time fantasizing about you. This being the case I wonder if I can love you even though you have female companions.

We met on several occasions for lunch and dinner until one day she had a little too much to drink and admitted that even though she lived with a man, she was secretly seeing a woman too. I asked her how her boyfriend might feel if he knew the truth; she ignored the question and said, "What I have with this woman is a separate thing. Later, that evening I tried to kiss her goodnight, but she pulled back. It would be months before I learned that she was a little intimidated by me, but secretly wanting me too.

As winter came, we spent time at each other’s apartments drinking vodka, smoking cigarettes, eating gourmet dishes, and talking about all kinds of things. I love people with a wise, objective opinion and in this she was not lacking in the least. Talking to her made the evenings go very fast! Now, it came up one night while at her place that she admitted wanting to become a fulltime lesbian. As her friend I questioned this without trying to force my will, but eventually I had to ask her if she ever planned to sleep with me before she made this incredible change in her life. She stood by the heater beneath the window and replied, "I'll for sure." Did I mention we drank a lot of vodka together? Well, we did that night too, and before I knew it we were sweaty in her bed doing the hokie-pokie.

I admit being a sucker for a good lover. I want to love a good lover a long time. I have little or no time for women who have no sexual experience. Needless to say I wanted this woman all to myself. There was still the nagging knowledge of her secret affairs with a woman however.

Then, one day while standing by that heater beneath her window she said, "Baby, let's get married. I don't want another man. Only you." I went to her and asked, "What about the women?" She replied, "That is a separate thing from what we have?" I could not give in to this kind of thinking. Here she was asking me to marry her and accept the fact that she will continue to have these secret affairs with other women. The audacity. It was then that I realized that given my experience this was a very foreign situation for me to be in. I was torn between the love and friendship we shared, and the knowledge that she carried on intimate relationships with women. What disturbed me most about it was that I knew she would protect those relationships as much as she would ours. Our diverging paths created a chasm between us and it was six months before I called her for lunch again.

Six months later

Some weeks afterward she told me that she had come out of the closet to her family. They did not hit the roof with shame and anger. Her father told her that his only disappointment was that she would probably not pass on her prodigious talent to a child. She admitted not knowing any men she could have a child with. Both parents suggested me!!! From that point forward she was on a mission to have me father a child with her. When she told me about her intentions it did not take long for me to realize that she was only interested in having the child. A marriage with me was not really in the picture because of our differences. But, when I tried to speak to her about my feelings, and how I believe a child should be brought up, she just would not listen.

Loving her I decided to be patient until I had the right time to have my say and let the chips fall where they may. Meanwhile, she was running around town with her girlfriend(s); ignoring me most of that time with the exception of an occasional phone call to be sure I would be ready when the "ceremonial" night arrived.

Finally, after a year she decided to have dinner with me. I bought a $30 bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to celebrate. The taste of the wine ignited a dormant passion in us. But, I was determined to have a word about this baby nonsense. So, after we had an appetizer and the wine, I held her hand and told how I felt. I told her that I loved her, but I do not want to have a child that lives on the other side of town with her. Nor, do I want a child that grows up in its formative years with two woman, while I eagerly wait for her to bring it over to see me, whenever, she desires. The spark dropped out of her face.

I underestimated how much she had been planning this event. But, the fact is she was putting the cart before the horse. She wanted the baby without a relationship. After that night I tried calling her, but she would not take my calls or return them. It stayed that way until a year later I was out with two Italian ladies I had met at college. We went to a French restaurant for dinner and dancing. While we waited for a table my eyes caught the searing stare of a voluptuous blonde woman. By now I was no longer innocent to the ways of the world. The blonde was with three other women, and it was obvious to me that they were all lesbians. While, my Italian dates were busy gulping shots of a drink, the blonde found a seat next to me at the bar. We shook hands and spoke quietly. It was minutes before we introduced ourselves by our names. When she learned my name she went into shock. "You're David?" she screamed. She knew who I was by name apparently. I asked her how she knew my name. She admitted that she had been a lover with the woman who desperately wants to have my baby.

We talked a little more until I had to go get my two dates from their entanglement with a couple of drunk dudes who thought they were game for wild partying. After a minor altercation we all left, and I have not to my knowledge met any bisexual, or lesbian women since then.

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