Apparently All Men Are Obsessed With Me?

In her final dating diary, Zara Field* approaches her 30th birthday and finds herself suddenly irresistible to...just about everyone.

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SATURDAY, 10 P.M.

"Yes."

Did I really just say that? I did. Because it's true. I'm ready to try an extremely new-to-me type of relationship: a committed but nonmonogamous one.

Last week, my former ex James (for me, he's that ex, the one you never quite forget) asked if I'd be down for an open partnership, meaning we'd be together when we're together but have complete freedom to sleep with other people when we're not. Now I'm standing in the doorway of his loft with my answer and, so far, it's going...well. He unzips my dress and starts kissing my breasts and biting my nipples before lifting me onto his countertop and licking down my body from breast to clit. He feels how wet I am and slides into me as I arch my back.

I have a split-second "What have I done?" moment, but as James maintains his steady rhythm, I realize I have no regrets. This just feels right.

SIX WEEKS LATER

James and I have been seeing each other consistently-and it's been amazing. When I'm not with him, I'm surprisingly unbothered by what (or rather, who) he's doing. On my end, I haven't had time to go out with anyone else yet. My recent promotion has me working 12-hour days. But the more stressed I am, the hornier I am. So being able to sometimes work from James's apartment has its advantages. We sit side by side, take a sex break, then get back to it.

Now, though, I'm about to bounce between a wedding in Mexico, visiting family in Miami, and my 30th birthday party back in NYC. It's probably the perfect time to test out being "open."

FRIDAY, 2 A.M.