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Love smarter

Ah yes, as if I don't have enough dating woes to begin with, let's throw a metamour into the mix. For those of you unfamiliar with the basics of polyamory,  a metamour is your partner's partner. Without arduously detailing specifics, my wearisome experience with the aforementioned is rocky, at best. Sure, being someone's side chick unbeknownst to you is not so fun, but perhaps with open communication from the get, dating someone in an open relationship can work? Maybe... or maybe I'll never know. It all began when I hit it off with a tall, techie, musician type - a Silicon Valley trifecta. Greek looks with mossy green eyes, a creative mind, a somehow masculine affinity for glitter, and a propensity for adventure. Of course, it was not until I became throughly enamored with the potential I unab ashedly projected our shared reformed-scene-kid aesthetic that he divulged his open long distance relationship status. My response to the wily cosmos was a resounding "

What doesn't kill us makes us who we are

A little over a week ago I took my first journey of the year to the home of passable public San Franciscan debauchery (on the weekends, at least), Dolores Park. Or, as I affectionately call it, "Dolo." It's a place were truly anything could happen and probably already has. The charming drive over is one mindblowingly gorgeous victorian home after the next. Picture it: sweeping bay windows, facades proudly painted in pastel and jewel tones, and ornately crafted gold accents more commonplace than you would assume."Cookie-cutter" is a foreign word in these parts and charm is a prerequisite. Did I mention that the street median is lined with palms? Couple that with a perfectly clear, blue day and you've set yourself up with success before you've even stepped foot in the park. Its sloping grassy hills set the perfect frame for scenic views of the city and the Spanish-style Mission High School standing nearby. Monday through Thursday, the visitors milling an