A Year to Remember

I was in my mid twenties, my life was going thru changes, some good, some different. I had come out of an abusive relationship and now wanted things on My terms not His, ugh.. I met guys and assigned days of the week to them. So had a different guy for every day of the week but soon found that needed 'Me' time so Sunday was my day off! 1 time Mr Monday wanted to have Tuesday as well, I said 'No, if u fuck it up you'll lose Monday' And yes he fucked it up, he hid across the road, but not too well cos I could see him, so I rang Mr Tuesday and asked him to come to the back door, which he did. Mr Monday stood across the road and never saw Mr Tuesday. When he came the following Monday I said 'Fuck off, you blew it now u lost it'. Every guy had soomething to teach me that generally I would use later in my life; like Mr Thursday taught me how to roll newspaper to make firestarters, I've used that knowledge over the years. As I said they all were different catering to the needs I had at the time, some would come to my place, others preferred me to go to theirs. Some were good lovers others were not. I think my fave guy was the 1 I met in a wine bar, Tom, he spent a lot of his time o/s buying precious stones. I always went to his place on a Fri and sometimes stayed till Sun. He was attentive & a darling, lol. I remembered all their names after that year ended, but not any more, except for Tom, & wonder what he's doing now? Have since learned that in the days when there were no labels I was actually Polyamorous in the true sense of the word.