I Have A Mountain Man
Okay, I share a mountain man.
For those who don’t know (because you haven’t been paying any attention at all and/or you just happened to stumble over this post on the internet because you googled “Awesomesauce” and this was the first link on the page, *obviously*), I’m polyamorous. I say “I’m polyamorous” as opposed to saying “I’m in a polyamorous relationship” because I would be polyamorous whether I was dating or married to anyone or not. This is how I think of it. To me, its a bit like sexual orientation. Its relationship orientation. You may be hetero, I’m bi. You may be monogamous. I’m polyamorous.
I’ll explain that in greater detail in another post on another day. Meanwhile, I have a mountain man.
As I write this he is plodding up the stairs of his home in his underwear with his computer bag slung casually over his shoulder. He is going to work. His hair is having a wild party that the rest of the world hasn’t been invited to because a) we do not speak its hair language and b) we do not listen to the same music. We don’t know any of the bands that it digs. Its way too indie for the rest of us. We wouldn’t understand.
I am still learning what it means to have a mountain man.
Apparently a mountain man works hard. His first priority is, almost always, “get done what needs to be done.” In truth, he isn’t so much a mountain man as a farm kid, and for a farm kid, if the work doesn’t get done the family doesn’t eat. Its as simple as that. Ignoring you isn’t meant as a slight and shouldn’t be taken as one. On the contrary, he’d prefer paying attention to you over working, but he has already done the necessary calculations in his head to determine what would happen if he didn’t finish what needs to be finished right at this moment, and the end result is probably that you will suffer in some way. He will work till he his blue in the face to avoid that. The family must be taken care of. You are accounted for. The work has to be done.
This doesn’t mean that he’s a workaholic. He takes measures, in fact, to avoid this common pitfall. He makes certain that he has put aside time for his family. He has, in his mind, already, scheduled a motorcycle ride for himself and/or some time to play music. Its country, of course… REAL country, not “the shit they play on the radio nowadays”, and if it isn’t country its classic-rock. This is what the mountain man thrives on. There must be music. It must be good.
The mountain man will notice other women. If he’s poly, he may pursue them. He will be responsible. He will make certain that what he already has is protected and cared for before he allows for anything else to enter the picture, but he will at least notice. And he will always come back for you.
A mountain man is a poet and a clown. He loves deeply and cares immensly and is overwhelmed sometimes by the strength of his own emotions, at which point he will occasionally seem to completely obliterate the affect of whatever sweet and wonderful thing he has just said. When you glare at him and growl, he will smile sweetly and apologetically and his eyes will twinkle in a way that says, “You know that I love you, and I can’t really believe that you put up with me.” In a way that means that you always forgive him.
You may not always be first on his priority list. Or, rather, your flights of fancy or frivolous wants for attention may not always be on his priority list. When you are truly in need, he will be there… Although he may not always realize right away that you are truly in need. You may have to forgive him this. Mountain men are not quite perfect. Maybe close.
I am finding that I rather enjoy having a mountain man, even a shared one. I have a geek as well, and my geek is wonderful and at some point I will go into as much detail as I have here about the wonders of geek-having. Although perhaps without discussing underwear. Because, let’s be real, if a geek is working at home, he’s naked.
But the reality is, I have doted on my geek before. This morning, I simply found myself amazed at a mountain man. Go figure.
Originally posted at Crystal's World Feel free to comment here or there.