Even sticking to the higher plane of love, is it so very obvious that you can’t love more than one person? We seem to manage it with parental love (parents are reproached if they don’t at least pretend to love all their children equally), love of books, of food, of wine (love of Chateau Margaux does not preclude love of a fine Hock, and we don’t feel unfaithful to the red when we dally with the white), love of composers, poets, holiday beaches, friends … why is erotic love the one exception that everybody instantly acknowledges without even thinking about it? Why can a woman not love two men at the same time, in their different ways? And why should the two – or their wives — begrudge her this?

Richard Dawkins

I’m not poly, but this is an awesome quote.

And it leads me to question why I’m not poly. I don’t know, to be honest. I’m just…not. Kind of like how I know I’m straight, I guess. I don’t mean to trivialize the whole thing, of course—I know that for many people, it’s a hell of a lot more complicated than this.