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*This brief essay is for Wendy S., whose article referenced above made me think about my own Big Problem with Dating.*
Recently I have been thinking about dating in general, and also considering the "norms" of dating as they are presented to us in the media. As I often do, I puzzled over the fact that everyone but me seems to really enjoy the initial infatuation stage of a relationship. I absolutely dread and hate that part, when I don't know whether the woman I'm with is really seeing me, or just a projection that she's putting onto me; when I can't quite tell if I'm being myself; when I can't tell if she's being herself; and when I don't know if I'm reacting to her or to my own projections of what I want a woman to be. There is nothing real about that fluttery stage, to my mind.
I don't really feel that I can consider another person to be a friend until I have known that someone for at least six months. How then could I contemplate making love to a woman after three or four dates, as people in media-enacted relationships (and indeed many people I know in real life) seem to do? I certainly don't want to make love to a woman whom I do not consider to be a friend. I don't even want to kiss a woman who isn't a friend as well as a source of passionate feeling. I do not want a kiss from a woman who doesn't know me, who isn't seeing me, who is kissing her hopes and expectations and the shadow of her past disappointments. I want her to kiss something real about me, and I want to kiss something real about her . . . something more real than surging hormones and lust. I can't do that until I've known her for a while.
The best first kiss I ever had was from a woman I'd known for about three months before we got to that point. It didn't work out in the long run, but it was an exceptional first kiss. We were both fully present for it, or at least I think we were. More present, anyway, than we would have been three months earlier.


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You seem really slow to trust people, BTW. I can meet someone and be best friends with them in an instant. Some of those people end up staying in my life for a long long time, and some don't, but the point is, you seem to be setting up arbitrary boundaries around yourself before you let people in.
Now, I don't think everyone should jump into the sack immediately, because we are all different people and have different needs in that arena. I'm just saying, if you open your heart a little more, you'll find that every person you meet is a friend.
If for no other reason than to create happy memories for your lucky lady to-be, you might want to try to enjoy that fleeting, fluttery infatuation stage. That is the bedrock upon which all future romance (note I do not say longstanding love, or friendship, but simply romance) is built.
Steph -- You are quite right that I am very slow to trust people. I am starstruck with a sort of envious amazement at people who are able to trust easily and who are not horribly hurt in the process. I take things very seriously, and if there's a way to unlearn that, I sure as heck haven't figured it out yet :-)
BTW, I think, based on my own experience, that it is quite possible to judge sexual compatibility without having sex, if . . . and only if . . . I know that I am having an honest conversation about sexuality with the woman to whom I am speaking. Attitudes, preferences, and levels of finesse are quite easy to gauge by the things people say, and by the way they handle themselves. I've had electrical chemical attractions to women whom I have never touched, and I didn't need to touch them to know that the sexual chemistry was there; but for me personally, it's very important to have more than that to be going on with. Conversely, it's possible for chemistry to arise from knowing and loving someone, as High Flying Spider Woman Liz Sosne would attest.
I have actually tried it both ways . . . responding to chemistry quickly, and building more slowly, and I know which way felt better to my personal physical/spiritual makeup, which is of course not how everyone would, could, or should feel about it. I found that sex with someone I didn't know well was kind of the equivalent of eating bad fast food . . . it took the edge off my appetite, but it didn't nourish me in any important way. That's kind of a bad analogy, but hey, it's still pretty early here.
Also, many men aren't as thoughtful about these things as you, David. Albeit, you are not on an island. But it's a small island (I suspect) with a lot of very nice men who think similarly to yourself. I'm glad to know your thoughts on this topic today. It's been refreshing. Being "slow to trust people" can be a protective barrier, but ..hey, we aren't kids anymore and lifetime experiences shape how we see people, trust, distrust.... You are an awfully nice man with deep thoughts, David.
I have a male friend I love DEARLY. We have a lot in common, we've been friends for years, and we used to date many years back. (We actually met at a BAR, go figure.)
I love him, but...he is bad in bed. Just bad.
I even find him attractive. But I can't stand the way he makes love.
He still wants to have sex with me. I don't have the heart to tell him...look...I care a lot about you, but I just can't stand having sex with you.
Maybe he's more compatible with other women...it might be a taste thing.
But I am just not one of those women who will grin and bear bad sex for a lifetime...
I can enjoy my friend in other ways, without being in a romantic (and sexual) relationship with him.
Oh, that's how it works for some people but not everyone. I've been having a meaningless sexual relationship with the same guy for six months now. He's sweet, cute, fun, I adore him...I'm not in love with him. He's not in love with me. We don't have enough in common (and there's an age difference) for a serious relationship. I'll probably end it myself when I meet the next guy I want to take seriously. We'll part on good terms and heck, maybe even hook up again later if neither of us has anything better going on.
And thank goodness for him...he has been a blessing! And don't even tell me that our kisses aren't amazingly passionate. I can assure you, they are...they are...
:-)
But I'm spoiled . . . every woman I've ever broken up with has called me up later to ask if we could just have sex, and forget about the relationship. *winking, but also serious*
It's been my personal belief that it's my job to be educated, to be sensitive, to listen, to pay attention, and to abandon my own agenda as much as possible for the sake of the experience at large. I know a number of men to whom I have voiced this opinion who look at me like I'm nuts. So I can see Steph's point, though I agree with you entirely that there's far more to sex -- or should be -- than the merely physical.
I also find that some guys...well...literally fit me better. It's not about having the biggest you-know-what...just that some guys seem to fit better and because of their particular hardware design, the sex is better.
Beyond that, I doubt there is anyway to fix a bad kisser. If the guy has a slobbery, slimy kiss and darts his tongue back and forth too quickly like a lizard...I honestly think there is no helping him.
To me, from my viewpoint and with my beliefs about what sexual intimacy is and should be, simple chemistry is the most delusional force on earth; I see people continually mistake it for love, and I see it making people very very very stupid. (I'm not suggesting that you are one of these people -- I mean just in general.)
I view sexual intimacy as an essential energy exchange. Therefore I am very careful about whom I give that to, and, more importantly, from whom I receive it. There are plenty of people to whom I feel a simple chemical attraction -- or even a powerful one -- whose souls I would not care to have enter my realm of being.
Sigh. I'm starting to think I'm more than a little weird. Not that this is news, exactly.
Steph -- you crack me up (I'm laughing with you, not at you). It is very sad that there are men who view kissing as invasion rather than luxurious exploration.
Congratulations on picking a fascinating topic as well as a great topic for a debate.
You are also revealing a lot about yourself and encouraging others to do so as well.
I view your philosophy to be romantically old fashioned. I think you might even lure a few available women into your life with your most recent comment on this page!
You're not weird for saying that. I'm much weirder than you, I can assure you. Hehehe.
Can you believe that spirit directed me to go out with my current "meaningless" sexual relationship? That's the truth of it. A little voice in my head told me to finish up my workout ahead of time, and when I did that, I bumped into my lover on the stairs at the gym and we introduced ourselves to each other for the first time.
Just because something isn't true love does't mean it is lacking in spirit or not meant to be. I know this man was supposed to enter my life for whatever the purpose.
I'm just waiting for the first moron to show up and make an immature remark.
I used to do the casual sex thing, and it was, (considering hindsight is 20/20) unsatisfying emotionally. And what you have in the end is basically nothing.
3 months till the first kiss might seem like forever, but then again, it might probably be worth the wait.
From looking for intimacy through sex (in my 20's) to beginning to wake up a bit as to the difference (my 30's) to having a few body buddies in between holding out for the "right" guy (my 40's)...it's been quite a journey. Because I feel like I have essentially done a 180.
I would have to say that now, my approach in dating a potential partner would for the most part agree with David's outlook. In the past I was willing to risk a strictly physical fling with a black curly-haired Greek God or two. Sometimes it was a thrill, and sometimes it sucked. And it never satisfied me in any lasting way on more than a sensory level. I value myself more now. Like David, I care about what energy I invite in to mingle with mine.
I am divided on the "try it before you buy it" chemistry issue. Having been a massage therapist for 19 years, I am exceptionally picky about touch. Either ya got it or ya don't. I would like to believe that I could take a man who I got along famously with and train him to be my perfect lover (willingness assumed), but the basic sensuality of touch has to be there to start with.
I am quicker to trust and openly share, but waiting for the physical is so...delicious. And it only happens once. Think about that...if you spend the rest of your life with that person, you will only go through that juicy anticipation once.
The best first kiss I ever had was actually from a body buddy. I propositioned him for a sexual relationship after a couple of very casual dates. He was quite appealing to me physically, but had nothing to offer me as a potential life partner. So I described my boundaries clearly and they fit well with his (most men, unlike David, have a hard time refusing the offer of an exclusively sexual relationship). So the first night we met to...recreate, he walked in and kissed me. This is going to sound weird, but it was like kissing myself, our touch was so similar. Woo Hoo!
I haven't quite figured out dating in today's world. Nowadays, a relationship is almost 180 degrees from what I grew up believing it would be. Sometimes I just want to give up entirely and embrace the 'growing old alone' scenario.
Steph B- You're examples are very disheartening.
Wendy S body buddies Never heard that one. I like it.
Personally, I have entirely resigned myself to growing old alone because I am a totally neurotic weirdo. It's just better that I not inflict myself upon the unsuspecting female population. It's very easy to have high prinicples when one doesn't intend to ever come within a hundred miles of a woman ever again as long as one lives.
However, I notice something...it is the therapist in me:
You like to eat slowly and you like to take intimacy slowly.
What is that all about Mr. R???
Are you interested only in perfection?
Eliza --
1) Thanks!
2) I don't think I'm looking for perfection . . . I think it's more that I don't like to rush through good things. I tend to think that if something is good, it's worth lingering over. Which is not to say that I haven't had a meal on the run or five-minute sex now and again, but in both cases, I didn't much care for it. I don't know how to say this without sounding really pathetic . . . but the good things in my life have often been short-lived, and so it is important to me to make lasting memories. It's hard to have a lasting memory of something fleeting.