-Polyamory? Yes, I've heard about that... But I don't remember what it meant -he said.

-That someone can love several people.

-Then I have polyamory because I love you, my mother and my sister, right?

-No, silly, loving in the romantic sense. It would be that you love me and another girl, or others.

-Is that even possible?

-That's what they say, it's the new fashion.

-Is it a fashion to love many people?

-It's a fashion that is going to stay, that is, scientists have come out talking about that and everything.

-Honey, are you trying to tell me something?

-Don't worry, I don't love other guys. But we could try that thing we talked about, the swinging.

-Too much information. I'm going to take a nap.

But Alba ended up convincing Lucas.

Lucas felt somewhat uncomfortable having a complete stranger named Asia sitting astride him, both naked, while his girlfriend was next to the scene watching.

-What are you staring at? Mind your own business, come on -Lucas said.

Alba looked at him amused.

-Do you realize that you are cheating on me? -she said-. Aren't you ashamed?

-I remind you that it was you who got me into this. There you have it now. Come on, make out with that guy.

-"That guy" is called Martín -Martín said.

Alba and Martín focused on each other. In just a few minutes the sofa in the living room didn't have a gap free of flesh. After a few more minutes, the two couples interacted and merged into an orgy.

-I liked it, but was it polyamory? –Lucas said.

-Well, it was more like an orgy.

-So why did you want to do this? You were supposed to check the polyamory thing.

-Polyamory would be if we continued seeing them and we fell in love with them.

-With them both? I'm not interest in him.

-No, you with Asia and me with Martín. You're a bit silly, aren't you?

-I don't quite understand this polyamory thing. I love you and that's it.

-Yeah but maybe you could love Asia at the same time you love me. If I keep seeing Martín maybe I'll fall in love with him, but that doesn't mean I should leave you. I could have two boyfriends.

-No, you can't fall in love with him.

-Why?

-Maybe you haven't noticed but he's Argentinian.

-So...?

-I can't imagine a girl falling in love with an Argentine, they are very annoying.

-Martín is just an example, we could meet more people.

-The "example" was riding you a few hours ago. Anyway, how many boyfriends do you want to have?

-As many as are needed.

-And you're going to marry all of them, and have children with everyone? Each Christmas with each family?

-You are so old-fashioned. There would be no reason to get married, or have children.

-Now you don't want to have children? That's not what you've always told me.

-The world is overpopulated, if there something that it doesn't need is more people.

-Of course, and you do it for the world and not for that obsession of yours now with polyamory.

-A little for everything.

-Let's see. Where does this conversation lead? If you are going to end up breaking up with me and this is just a sophisticated way of doing it, I prefer the old one: tell me you leave me and that's it.

-No! I don't want to leave you! I love how stupid you can be. And love other things from you, that I don't tell you so you don't get too cocky.

-Well, I see you are all love for me. You look crazy about me. Well, it would be good if you told me those things that you love me for, even if it's to ensure me that you will not leave me.

-Ok. I love that you always pay attention to me, that you care for me, that you are open and don't close yourself to the things I tell you, that you do everything possible to make me feel good, that I see you as my man, the one who loves me, protects me and my future children.

-So you want to have children? You're driving me crazy.

-What I want to say is that I see you as the father of my children. I assure you, that is the greatest declaration of love a woman can say to a man.

-I need a nap. Too much information.

-Yes, you go to sleep after the nice things I told you. When I'm not here anymore, you will miss me.

-I'm not worried about it. Since I have polyamory, I will have many other women.

When Lucas was already undressing for the nap, Alba came in and surrounded him with her arms. She said in whispers:

-I love you madly.

-Do you love me or "poly love" me?