If Jeremy and Francie Clarkson are in fact poly in this story universe, I want you to show me that and let me see her being happy about it, not just tell me in a throwaway line where her husband speaks for her and then gets on with the really important business of shagging his co-presenter. That, yes. The whole "The little woman and I did all the groundwork offstage--let's boink, hot dude!" (Or, you know, whatever adjective Mr. Clarkson would apply under the circs) is absolutely the wrong part.
infinitesimally unlikely in real life that my Two True Loves will not only reciprocate my love, but also get the blinding flash of insight in which they both realise that they are also each others' Second True Loves. We are on the same page, and I love the way you put this. The chances of finding one "soulmate" are small, the chances of finding *two* likewise, and--yes. Why *would* they mesh perfectly? That's improbable as hell.
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That, yes. The whole "The little woman and I did all the groundwork offstage--let's boink, hot dude!" (Or, you know, whatever adjective Mr. Clarkson would apply under the circs) is absolutely the wrong part.
infinitesimally unlikely in real life that my Two True Loves will not only reciprocate my love, but also get the blinding flash of insight in which they both realise that they are also each others' Second True Loves.
We are on the same page, and I love the way you put this. The chances of finding one "soulmate" are small, the chances of finding *two* likewise, and--yes. Why *would* they mesh perfectly? That's improbable as hell.