01-21-2025, 09:36 AM
I usually lurk here. I love that there are so many forums and so much stuff to read. And I like it that I seem to have 420 in common with most of you. I choked down my reluctance to post today and introduced myself because I'm in a weird place. I know none of you know me because I'm a lurker, so I apologize for just jumping in with this. My one friend with whom I've tried to talk this through totally doesn't understand, and I guess I am feeling like a nutjob for feeling this way.
Here's the deal. I'm 33 years old. My husband died in an accident three years ago. Since then, I've been celibate by choice. I am still fairly attractive, slim, and have a decent personality, so I get a fair amount of male attention. I just never liked sex. I was sexually abused when I was a teenager, and it sort of colored the way I respond to men, sex, and the whole enchilada. And when I say I don't like sex, I mean none of it. I don't like vaginal, anal, oral, bdsm, you name it. If the expectation is for me to engage with another person in that way, I'm totally not feeling the love. When my husband died, I gave myself a little present. I excused myself from ever having sex again.
Here's my problem. I met this really great guy a few months ago. I wasn't trying to meet a man. My (female) friend that I mentioned eons ago in my first paragraph gets me to do volunteer work "so I won't be in that house smoking all weekend." I enjoy spending the time with her each week and look forward to it. She doesn't know that I always smoke a bowl about ten minutes before she's due to arrive, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Anyway, I met J one Saturday while volunteering for our local shelter. We started talking, realized we had some things in common, and started hanging out a bit. I mentioned watching "That 70s Show," and he commented that he had never seen it, so he started coming over here and watching it since I own it on DVD. Side note: One perk of being a young widow is that my house is paid off. Anyway, I thought we were just hanging out, and I was really enjoying having a new friend. That is, I was really enjoying having a new friend until he kissed me on the mouth last night. It was just a peck, so it wasn't a situation where I could really take a course of action. I went to bed last night thinking about it after he left. I am stymied in regards to this situation.
I really could enjoy having this guy as a boyfriend. He's cute, attentive, gentlemanly, and, most of all, fun to talk to. I'd be a liar if I didn't admit I find him attractive. I just don't want to do the deed with him, but I know I could. I got really good over the years at just ignoring the sex and thinking about other stuff. Thing is, after the first encounter or two, they notice. Then, one of two things happens: They either try to help me enjoy sex (and grow increasingly frustrated) or they run like hell (and I don't blame them). Either way, the situation turns uncomfortable.
Now, this dude is obviously in the market for a girlfriend. I can tell him that I love his company, but I am just not in the market for a boyfriend. If I do that, I then get to watch him edge away so he can look for a girlfriend. I wouldn't blame him for doing so. You chase what you want. That's human nature. The other thing I can do is kiss back next time and see how things go. Since I kind of know how things will go, I sort of feel like this is an unfair situation to put him in because I do genuinely like him. The last thing I can do is tell him I really like him and that I'm really interested, but my past fucked me up so much that I can't enjoy sex. Unfortunately, I also know how this one goes. The man might declare himself my savior because he has the magic touch and has then grown increasingly frustrated when I didn't respond. Oh, and they usually got nastier and nastier about it as things went along. All of these options suck stale ass. I don't want to do any of them, but I know I'm going to have to do one of them.
Oh well. If you've read this far, thanks. Maybe I just needed a place to rant about it and think about it some more. I sure hope I didn't post this in the wrong forum. I started to post it in True Confessions. Oh well. It's the internet. At least I can disappear if everyone hates my guts. (ha ha)
Here's the deal. I'm 33 years old. My husband died in an accident three years ago. Since then, I've been celibate by choice. I am still fairly attractive, slim, and have a decent personality, so I get a fair amount of male attention. I just never liked sex. I was sexually abused when I was a teenager, and it sort of colored the way I respond to men, sex, and the whole enchilada. And when I say I don't like sex, I mean none of it. I don't like vaginal, anal, oral, bdsm, you name it. If the expectation is for me to engage with another person in that way, I'm totally not feeling the love. When my husband died, I gave myself a little present. I excused myself from ever having sex again.
Here's my problem. I met this really great guy a few months ago. I wasn't trying to meet a man. My (female) friend that I mentioned eons ago in my first paragraph gets me to do volunteer work "so I won't be in that house smoking all weekend." I enjoy spending the time with her each week and look forward to it. She doesn't know that I always smoke a bowl about ten minutes before she's due to arrive, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
Anyway, I met J one Saturday while volunteering for our local shelter. We started talking, realized we had some things in common, and started hanging out a bit. I mentioned watching "That 70s Show," and he commented that he had never seen it, so he started coming over here and watching it since I own it on DVD. Side note: One perk of being a young widow is that my house is paid off. Anyway, I thought we were just hanging out, and I was really enjoying having a new friend. That is, I was really enjoying having a new friend until he kissed me on the mouth last night. It was just a peck, so it wasn't a situation where I could really take a course of action. I went to bed last night thinking about it after he left. I am stymied in regards to this situation.
I really could enjoy having this guy as a boyfriend. He's cute, attentive, gentlemanly, and, most of all, fun to talk to. I'd be a liar if I didn't admit I find him attractive. I just don't want to do the deed with him, but I know I could. I got really good over the years at just ignoring the sex and thinking about other stuff. Thing is, after the first encounter or two, they notice. Then, one of two things happens: They either try to help me enjoy sex (and grow increasingly frustrated) or they run like hell (and I don't blame them). Either way, the situation turns uncomfortable.
Now, this dude is obviously in the market for a girlfriend. I can tell him that I love his company, but I am just not in the market for a boyfriend. If I do that, I then get to watch him edge away so he can look for a girlfriend. I wouldn't blame him for doing so. You chase what you want. That's human nature. The other thing I can do is kiss back next time and see how things go. Since I kind of know how things will go, I sort of feel like this is an unfair situation to put him in because I do genuinely like him. The last thing I can do is tell him I really like him and that I'm really interested, but my past fucked me up so much that I can't enjoy sex. Unfortunately, I also know how this one goes. The man might declare himself my savior because he has the magic touch and has then grown increasingly frustrated when I didn't respond. Oh, and they usually got nastier and nastier about it as things went along. All of these options suck stale ass. I don't want to do any of them, but I know I'm going to have to do one of them.
Oh well. If you've read this far, thanks. Maybe I just needed a place to rant about it and think about it some more. I sure hope I didn't post this in the wrong forum. I started to post it in True Confessions. Oh well. It's the internet. At least I can disappear if everyone hates my guts. (ha ha)