I joined a few online dating sites and went out on a few dates here and there. I've been seeing her quite a bit since, but she and I have had an understanding from the beginning that we were just dating and both would probably see other people until we got to the point of wanting to commit, if that happened at all.

After confirming to a woman that I was indeed seeing other women, I would then usually draw her into me, hug her, start kissing her neck and grabbing her butt at the same time (in other words, begin to lovingly devour her), firmly caressing her all over her body and then have sex with her.

Instead of me being pulled into drama and useless conversation about committing, I would use my masculinity to lead her and I out of that conversation and into a more enjoyable emotional state of being.

I am starting to feel guilty seeing both of them at the same time, but do not feel that I have more of a connection with one than the other just yet.

I also have not yet broached the topic of whether I am one of several guys that they are seeing from the same website or if they are seeing me exclusively.

I'd been with my boyfriend for six beautiful months of To us, and all of our friends, agreeing to a single date with a dude implied consent to monogamy thenceforth.

Going out with somebody else the next day would therefore be cheating, a cruel thing to do to your boyfriend on the all-important 24-hour anniversary.

It was jarring to find out that our great aunt had basically spent her youth as the whore of Babylon. You're going to date Veronica _and _her best friend A lot of my friends, male and female, followed this kind of "Medieval Courtly Love, With Blowjobs" model well into college, like knights and ladies with bitterly divorced parents.

(Although, I guess she broke for Sunday, so there was that.)I don't know if it's because of Cameron Crowe movies or disease panic or protracted adolescence, but my generation believed that when you really liked somebody, you should like them solely and exclusively, even obsessively. But for those of us still single, relad ideas about monogamy and the facility of the Internet have produced a new golden age of slutty aunts.

If a guy gave you a mix CD of Radiohead songs because it felt like giving you "a pint of his own blood," and then he gave girl a pint of his own blood, it sort of cheapens the gesture. I know guys who date multiple women like they're filling out an elimination bracket, and I know guys who date multiple women because they get easily bored by one set of nipples.

More and more people I know prefer dating a bunch of people to one; you can be suspended in a kind of single-but-not animation that used to be reserved for old bachelors of indeterminate sexual orientation, and not be considered a jerky health risk.

I did not have high hopes, but sent out a number of emails and ended up meeting two of the women in person.