About 12 years ago, my friends J & B invited me to go up north with them and a bunch of their friends. Their friends were all couples, so I asked my friend E to go with me. (An aside: “Go Up North” is a Big Thing to Do in MI. North is relative, though. Depends on how much drivin’ you wanna do.) We had a great time.

The next year, I was invited again. I had a girlfriend then, LMM, so I invited her. She was a big hit. Charming, cute, funny. But then she clearly lost her mind. She dumped me the nexst spring. Then, I met The Ex, just before Year 3 of the Up North Lesbian Adventure.

My friend B is a wiseass. At the very begining of the weekend, she was introducing me to a couple of other new people and introducing The Ex to everyone. This is how she made the introductions:

“Hey everyone. This is FFG and The Ex, FFG’s flavor of the month.”

I was fully fucking mortified. I promise you that B got an earful later that weekend. As it happens, The Ex went with me the next year as well, but after that we stopped doing those weekends because life got sorta crazy for J & B. A new baby will do that to your life.

Over the last 3 years, I’ve dated a few women, I’ve written about some of them, I’ve given them all their own Fairyland Names. That’s gonna get cumbersome sooner or later.

For the sake of simplicity, I will refer to all women I date by the same name: Flavor of the Month, or Flavor for short. That is, until I am in an actual relationship that has lasted for longer than a few weeks and I’m reasonably sure that she is going to stick around. I’m not going to tell you much about the current Flavor – well, as I meet them, that is. In fact, nothing about them personally, only -maybe- what we do or if we go places, etc.

This just seems simpler, yes?