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2005-06-28 - 12:37 a.m. Menage-a-trois This is the fourth entry in Bad Citigrrrl. Whenever some glam-media-hype (likely male) soul muses fondly - 'ah, alas, but to have been part of a mythical sexual threesome' - I found, from personal experience, it's not all as free as it's as said to be...Mine was the brain-child of my long-time girlfriend and I - how cool would it be?!? We could so really do this! We invited my dog-trainer bf to my apartment in the middle of a hot NYC day. We had pulled the blinds low and draped sheets over the windows to make the atmosphere even darker. There was incense and candles and seductive music. Everything began fine, everyone stroking and tongue-kissing everyone else, but then, uh, suddenly there I was naked in the living room of my own apartment, and those two were going at it alone back in my bedroom. My bedroom of my apartment, my new bf, my long-time best friend - how excitedly special is that menage-a-trois memory? Been there, done that; in the future, I'd pass.