Publix Flirtations, Unicorn Tickets, and Sabbatical Love: Poly Wife Life in Full Color

TikTok video from 2023-10-18

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Good morning from the Publix parking lot.
Yes—really. I’m literally sitting here in my car, makeup half-done, coffee in hand, and I can’t stop smiling. My life feels so full right now I could burst.

Let me back up.

I’ve been calling myself the Poly Wife for years now, and lately, that title feels more accurate than ever. It’s not just a label—it’s a lens through which I experience everything. My relationships. My independence. My growth. My calendar. My play. My purpose.

Right now, my husband and I are on sabbatical.
Yep, you heard that right. A sabbatical from each other. And before anyone clutches their pearls, let me say—it’s one of the most loving, intentional things we’ve ever done.

We needed space. Not because anything was broken, but because sometimes… love needs air. Time. Reflection. A little distance to reconnect with ourselves, so we can come back to each other even stronger. And weirdly? It’s working. We’re getting along better than we have in years. We text more. We flirt more. We’re rediscovering each other—without the pressure of “fixing” anything.

And while he’s doing his thing, I’m out here living a little. Okay, a lot.

Which brings me to the man two cars down.

I’ve never met anyone “in the wild” before. Not really. Most of my connections have come through intentional spaces—FetLife, poly events, mutual introductions. So when this guy walked up to me while I was wrangling my shopping cart and said,

“Do you shop here often?”
I almost laughed. I mean… really?

But there was something in his tone. The way he said it.
Genuine. Bold. A little cheeky.

I told him I do Instacart, so I bounce around between stores depending on what the app gives me. He looked at me like I was lying, teasing me that he never sees me here. It became a running joke.

Every time I saw him after that, he’d flirt. Nudge. Hide my cart (yes, hide it). Tap me on the shoulder like we were twelve-year-olds crushing in the lunch line. It was innocent. It was playful. And it lit me up.

So I did something I’ve never done before.

I asked him out.

And now, he’s opening up. Telling me things. Sharing real bits of himself. And I’m realizing—I like this. I really like this. The spontaneity. The ease. The electricity of something totally unplanned.

Meanwhile, on the less unexpected but just as thrilling side of my life, there’s Bob the Unicorn.

Bob bought me a ticket to a Halloween Hotel Takeover—yes, a full-blown circus-themed swinger event in Ohio. We’re talking thousands of people, glitter, costumes, kink, play, connection. And yes, I already have my outfit. (Spoiler: it’s sexy. You’ll see. I’ll post it.)

After that, Bob and I are headed to Chicago in December for a Winter Wonderland party. And yes, I’ve already started mentally packing.

But the real sweetness?
We’re not just playing together. We’re building something. He shows up. He invests. He chooses me again and again. And that, in this world of movement and multiple loves, is gold.

Also on the calendar:
Orion and Amy’s Halloween party. I’ll be spending a week at their place soon. Orion will be working part of the time, which means Amy and I will get to sink into some good old-fashioned girl time. She just started a TikTok and I’ll be helping her get her groove there. (Watch out, world.)

And as for me?
I think I’m moving. Or floating. Or… something in between. I feel the itch. The pull. Atlanta might be calling. Or maybe I’ll just keep traveling—six months of rotating cities, visiting lovers, seeing friends, living out loud.

It feels like the world has cracked open, and instead of fear, I feel freedom.

There was a time when I thought stability meant staying in one place.
Now I know—my stability lives in my self-trust.
In my joy.
In the way I follow what feels good and true.

So yeah, I’m sitting in a parking lot this morning, grinning like a fool, about to text the cart-flirter to say “coffee?” and simultaneously packing for a hotel takeover with a unicorn. And I’m in love with it all.

Let the calendar fill. Let the heart stretch. Let the lipstick smudge.
This is the life I’ve chosen—and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.