hurtloam wrote:
I was under the impression you are asexual. I am confused.
Nope—I'm sexual, used to sexual frustration and without much hope of experiencing anything else, and also used to having moral qualms about even trying.
hurtloam wrote:
To be fair, the more I get to know a man the more the sexual interest Can grow (though not always). Took 8 years for the current guy to win me over. But I think he's given up now. I took too long...or he took too long to grow up.
Sometimes I have to walk away because I can't deal with keeping things Platonic. Although they're always just acquaintances. Rarely real friends.
Bad luck? The only thing you can do against that is keep trying. If you do and consistently fail,
then it's probably something other than bad luck, with probability approaching one as the sample keeps growing.
hurtloam wrote:
I think that the sexual angst can ruin a friendship. Wouldn't it be nice to have friends of the opposite sex where you know neither of you are after anything else...
I'd say having friends—as in
real friends—of the opposite sex where you know
both of you are after something else—namely, sex—still beats that any day. Oh, and, to me
real friends implies noöne is cheating on anyone, so that's not a problem. Then, why exclude in advance the possibility of sex?
Even better, why not just agree to do precisely what
both of you want, no more, no less, whatever that turns out to be, and with enough mutual trust not to fear the other person will demand B if you agree to A?
hurtloam wrote:
Although saying that, I am looking for a romantic partner, so I don't want to only have all Platonic male friends.
Me too, but I've had plenty of time alone in bed to wonder whether it was even conceivable for there to be, somewhere within a hundred kilometres of me, a single woman reasonably close to my age, sleeping alone, who would be more comfortable with me.
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