I pulled into the grocery store's parking lot and almost drove into a dumpster. I'm by no means a careless driver, but this kind of reaction is expected when one sees the husband of one's happily married friend, sucking face with a young woman who happens not to be one's friend.
I parked my car in the space I found and walked toward the guilty pair. "Jon! What the fuck!?" (Yes daddy, your little girl uses bad language when she is pissed. Sorry.)
"Shit!" Jon broke the kissing seal so abruptly that he banged the woman's head against the passenger side window.
"Oh my..." I couldn't believe my eyes. She was one of my friend's best friends. Great, this makes things so much easier. The sarcasm felt thick on my tongue.
"Magaly I swear I can explain." Jon's eyes were about to pop out of his head.
"I'm sure you can't, so don't even try." I didn't want to hear it. I had seen him holding his wife and telling her how much he loved her, just a few days ago. I walked away shaking my head, trying to ignore Jon's voice as he begged me not to tell.
I started my car and drove away. I was in no mood for grocery shopping.
I got home and took a long shower, trying to wash away the nasty event--it didn't work. I needed help so I called my boyfriend (WOW! that sounds so weird in my head, but that's the truth people, I have a boyfriend!) He told me that he didn't know what to do either, that the situation was too complicated. He was nice and tried to make me think about other things, but I just couldn't let it go, so I said goodnight and called my best friend.
I told her the whole story, and after a long silence she said: "I don't get you sometimes. You'd think that someone as eclectic as you, would understand why some people cannot be with just one person."
"Are you serious?" I was taken aback by her words.
"Very," she reaffirmed.
"Oh." I thought about the time a guy I was seeing made the same comment. Then I told her the same thing I told him: "I'm spiritually eclectic, but orthodox in love."
"I know my love," she chuckled. "You are very weird."
I stared at the phone after we said our goodnights. I don't feel weird, my mind's voice said.
I trust my mind's voice. I'm not a strange person--all the time--I'm just a one man woman. As a matter of fact, that is the reason why I ended my last relationship. I was crazy about the guy, but I walked away the day he told me he wasn't ready to date me exclusively; he wanted to see other people. My feelings for him ran very deeply, so I considered the possibility of staying with him and seeing other people too, but that lasted about a day. I'm not wired that way.
I find it easy to explore different spiritual paths, take the bits and pieces that make sense to me, and leave the rest alone. I just don't see how this concept could be applied to relationships. What does an 'eclectic lover' do? Date one person for sex? One for financial stability? One for looks? One for intellectual conversations?!
Is it weird that I approach spirituality and to love in different ways?
P.S. I still don't know what to do about my friend and her cheating husband, so feel free to offer advice.