Casual Sex

So I had my second one night stand recently (and I am hoping the potential for another hook-up will not be far off.)  But for now, as of this very moment, it is still a one night stand.  And of course I have had way too much time to think about it now.  I really don’t know how I feel about it.  I don’t typically do things like that.  It is totally out of character for me.  I have trust issues and I can’t just have sex with someone based solely on physical attraction. 

Unless… I am pretty drunk and a very hot much younger man asks if he can see my place.  Then apparently I have no issue.  The sex was amazing.  I was surprised given his age but he was very good.  He was also super attentive and I definitely needed that.  I have spent too much time thinking about people hurting me and not enough time trying anything to get past it.  It definitely helped with that.

My issue is that now aside from trying to find time to get together again before he is deployed to Afghanistan; I am not sure how I feel about how easy it was for me to just let him into my house and into my bed.  I feel nothing above the waist for the guy and that is a little weird to me too.  I have been off the charts horny and hadn’t had sex in months.  And in that respect my needs were met. 

I am worried that I could really do this.  I can have sex with no attachment and I don’t want to be that girl.  It was easy to just think about the physical aspect of pleasure with him because I do not consider him relationship material.  He was very attractive and attracted to me which is fantastic for my ego.  We were very sexually compatible but he is too young and leaving.  But the ease in which I fell into bed with him was alarming, even to me.  I see the potential of me being my own worst enemy if this behavior continues.

I just need to modify my behavior.  I need my Catholic sense of guilt back.  If I have the opportunity I will absolutely sleep with this man again but I won’t do it with anyone else.  I just can’t.  I don’t like the way I feel about it (and I love the way I feel about it.) I just can’t keep doing it just because I let my libido get the best of me.

Things I Could Do Without – Desperate Men

The single most unattractive personality trait I find in men is desperation.  I cannot stand a man who is over emotional.  It is the quickest way to get me to head for the door.  Once I realize that a man is just looking to be with someone… anyone, it makes me want to vomit.

Desperation in a man is pathetic.  Someone just looking to be attached sets off so many red flags with me I can’t even stand to talk to him.  I have recently encountered a couple of men who barely know me who have told me that they really like me and they would like to be in a relationship with me.  This revelation was not brought about by an intimate encounter of any kind.  I have never spent any time with either them socially or alone.  So when I hear, “I really like you and I could see us being together” it scares the shit out of me. 

Any guy just wanting a relationship to have one reminds me of many of the crazy women I know, women who NEED a man.  It is insecure and emotionally unstable.  I don’t want those qualities in a partner.  I want a man how knows what he wants but is still willing to work for it.  Guys who just expect a women to say, “Okay, let’s have a relationship are crazy.”  Who does that?

I can’t just settle.  I want a relationship but I won’t beg for one.  I try not to come off as overly needy or clingy in any situation.  It is such a turn off.  It is the single most effective way to repel me.  Women do not want a man who just wants someone.  They want men who want her and know why.  

 

My Conundrum

I had to rid myself of men to raise my son. That’s not really accurate. I was a single mom and have raised my, now nineteen year old, son by myself. I really don’t have much family and those nineteen years consisted of supporting and trying to raise a good man. That didn’t leave time for a relationship and at some point I guess I just relinquished the idea that that was going to happen in the chaos that was my life.

Now I am at place in where I want some support myself. Most single men my age have been married. I have never been married. It has been my experience that most men who have been married and are now finding themselves single for the first time in ten or more years aren’t looking for a relationship. They are looking to have fun. They don’t want anything serious and they don’t want what I find myself pining for. This is really the best summation of what I have been grappling.

I have never been in a relationship that has lasted longer than eighteen months and I can honestly say that none of my physical relationships with men were anything I would categorize as healthy or stable. The irony in all this is that now that I desire something of a more mature relationship I find myself back in the pool with a bunch of men who are attempting to recapture the lives they had in their teens and early twenties. This leaves me to deal with the fact that I may very well find the dating scene very similar to the one I was in when I left it. This is a little unnerving to me.

I really thought that people in my age demographic would all be looking for the same thing. I realize now that that was naive of me. I hoped that dating would be simpler and that we would all be more direct and clear from the get go. I hoped that mutual attraction and interest would be enough to start a relationship. Unfortunately, I am finding that that is not the case. I was hoping to find that, in this time in our lives, men would be more upfront and honest without having to be prompted.

I also find that I am quite often hit on by men who are quite a bit younger than me.  I am often asked out by guys in their mid-twenties.  I worry about these men because they haven’t had children or been married and I am in different place in my life.  If a relationship were to develop as a result of my dating someone younger I would be unwilling to do everything over.  I don’t want any more children and this will likely be an issue at some point.  Some of my friends in their mid-twenties have also noted that it is frustrating that men their age seem interested in women my age.  But that works both ways.  I often see men in their late thirties and early forties dating women who are in their twenties. 

The situation is frustrating.  I am still trying to figure out what to do.  I have been casually dating but at some point soon I want to move past that into something more meaningful. 

 

 

The Single Mom Hustle

The decision I made to stop dating in order to raise my son was an unconventional one.  I sometimes wonder if I had done myself a disservice by doing what was best for my child.  A thirty eight year old woman who hates going on dates and gets overly nervous isn’t exactly what any guy (well at least the ones I seem to be interested in) really wants.  Still a stream of men hit on me so I suppose I just have myself to blame if I am not actively pursuing the relationship I would like to have. 

My decision not to become romantically involved with someone during that period of time wasn’t the only thing that has skewed my perception and my overall apprehensiveness of men.  I watched many of my friends, other single mothers, struggle to obtain the ideal of a two parent household and fail miserably.  There are many ways single mom’s hustle men but the two most common reasons are financial and emotional.

Hustlin’ for Cash

It is financially difficult to raise a child on your own.  Many single moms wound up pregnant in high school or shortly after graduating.  Completing high school and/or going to college can be very difficult when you are raising a child on your own.  Not having education means you may struggle financially.  I have several friends who would start relationships in search of financial security.  The goal was to bring a man into her life, often using her children to secure a relationship.  If you get a man to care about your children then it is difficult for him to walk away.  I have seen men stay in relationships where they knew they were not loved by their partner but adored her children.  These women often date up.  They look for men in higher social classes, are eager to have the relationship progress quickly and by the time her kids are calling him “Daddy-[your name here],” he is stuck.  This kind of hustle normally results in short term marriages and ultimately alimony for mommy.   Her problem is solved; even without the man she is now financially secure.  If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.

The Woman Who Can’t Be Alone

As young women it is instilled in us at a very young age that things are done in a certain order.  You meet your soul mate, develop a relationship, have children and live happily ever after.  So what happens when things don’t work out that way?  What happens when you don’t get the happily ever after?  For many of us, finding “the one” is no easy task.  A woman meets a man, builds what she believes is a lasting relationship, has a child with her lover and things just don’t work out.  Now she has a child and in many cases, primary custody of the child but something is now missing from the equation.  In an effort to solve the problem many woman continue to search for a new prince charming.  This seldom has much to do with her child.  She genuinely needs a man.  She needs the emotional support and security, and clingy single mothers seldom get what they searching for without many attempts.  Often these attempts lead to even more children, decreasing the odds of actually finding a man willing to commit to a woman with multiple children by multiple men.  Rather than assessing and correcting her behavior she continues to search, introducing then removing men from her children’s lives.  This only skews her children’s views of male/female relationships.  Because the mother is often seeking companionship, primarily for herself, these women often resent their children and blame them for their failed relationships.

I have watched many women practice a variety of hustles to provide for themselves and their children.  Dating is complicated enough without having to worry about how your child is going to be affected. I don’t know a single mother who hasn’t used some kind of hustle when things got tough as a single parent.  I was no exception.  Sometimes it was nice to accept an invitation to dinner just to have a night out with another grown-up.  There would be no second date and there would definitely be no one night stand.  I just wanted a chance to go out to dinner with another adult and pretend that I could have some semblance of a normal life.  My discretions were minor and seldom.

The affect this behavior has on our children, whether it is an obsession with money or romance, is obvious.  They wind up with their own warped views of relationships; dating based on material needs or allowing themselves to be mistreated as they have seen their mothers do.  I didn’t want that to be the example I set for my son.  I wanted him to grow up knowing he was my priority and my sole motivation for as long as he needed me.  I wanted him to treat people and himself with respect.  Those are the lessons that stuck with him.  I struggled financially and I was very lonely at times but I wouldn’t have changed the way I raised him.

Now things are different.  My son has moved out and I live.  Now I make decisions for me (sometimes poorly.)   I don’t make decisions that will hurt my child.  I lead by example. 

The Art of Not Being a Bitch

I don’t usually talk too much about technology although I rely heavily on it in my day to day life. This isn’t really about that either but I found something interesting today regarding Facebook’s new chat side bar. I now have access to every chat and message that last guy I dated ever sent me. This puts me in a very interesting position.

The last guy I dated had a conflict of interest when it came to me. It should have been my first indication things would likely not work out between us but it wasn’t. I cared for him very much and I was optimistic that things would go exactly how I hoped they would. He worked where I lived. That is to say, he was employed by the company that rented out the apartments where I resided and dating tenants was taboo. I know this is true because I briefly worked for said property management company.

Needless to say we kept things quiet when we began seeing each other. He constantly mentioned he was concerned about his job but I put little stock in his uneasiness because he was still coming around. I think it merely served as an excuse to why he couldn’t stay at my house.

When things fell apart the way they did, I was angry and hurt. Not only did he start dating my neighbor and ex-friend a week after he told me we couldn’t see each other but I was viewed as irrationally upset about these events. This behavior seemed irrational because we had kept quiet about our time spent to together so that his job would not be jeopardized. Not many people knew we had been dating and thusly my being upset seemed a little crazy.

He was more than content to let people think I was mildly nuts for being upset, going as far as denying anything had ever transpired between us. I was alone and hurting and to most of the people around me this behavior seemed unreasonable and desperate. Still I kept my promise to him. I had assured him many times I would never do anything that would result in him losing his job. Shortly after I moved from the complex we stopped talking.

The truth is I am still angry and hurt about a lot of what has transpired between us. I am upset that I was made out to be the bad guy in the whole situation. I was portrayed as angry and jealous with nothing to substantiate either of those feelings. When we parted ways he had made several half assed attempts to reconcile with me. The last thing he said to me was that he really wanted us to stay in touch. We had been friends for some time before everything got bad and I really do miss my friend sometimes. Of course we don’t speak.

The longer I go without seeing him the more the sadness subsides and gives way to anger. In my anger I want to hurt him. I want to break my promise. Having a log of some of our most intimate conversations gives a powerful tool in which to do so. So why can’t I bring myself to do it? Why won’t I prove that I was right to feel hurt and betrayed? Why wouldn’t proving that he was a liar make me feel better? I have a chance to vindicate myself, finally. It might even make me feel better but I would be breaking my word and it means more to me than that. I have too much respect for myself (and, yes, the role he played in my life before all the shit) to do that and I know ultimately that would make me feel bad again.

Hurting him, the way he hurt me, at this point seems petty and part of me will always care about him. Looking back at some of our flirtations actually made me smile. It helped me remember some of the good times we spent together instead of all the hurtful things I associate with him now. I guess I just need to wait for the anger to subside like the hurt did. I just don’t want to hurt anyone like that, not even the one who hurt me. I guess I really getting to be a better person. I am pretty proud of that.

My Dilemma

So I have a little problem.  This is unrelated to my normal posts and I guess I am really looking for some advice given the person I would have gone to for counsel… just isn’t an option.  I had rough time at the last apartment complex I lived at.  I had issues with one woman in particular and I am not placing the blame solely on her shoulders but she had (I believe) a lot to do with why my last attempt at relationship went so poorly.

This woman hated me with a passion.  I can theorize why she disliked me but it genuinely seemed that she hated me.  When we met I did not trust her.  It may have been a conflict in personalities.  I really had no issue with her other than noting we would never be close.  We had mutual friends at the complex and I always tried to be civil (for years I tried to be civil.)  I had noticed that she seemed nosy with few of my neighbors and that she had no issue sharing personal information about them with others. 

I had, on two occasions, tried to open up to her during periods where I was feeling particularly weak and needed someone to talk to.  Both instances did not involve me sharing any major crises but where things I needed to vent about nonetheless.  In both instances she shared the information with other people and in both cases by the time I got wind of the fact she had shared my personal business, it had come back merely a shadow of the drama she added for affect. 

Once I became aware that this was happening I stopped talking to her.  I would make polite conversation in mixed company but other than that I didn’t speak to her.  She began talking about me to anyone who would listen.  I have only encountered women who behave this way twice in my adult life.    What she said about me was venomous and when I got sick of hearing what was being said I just stopped socializing at the complex.  I literally didn’t speak to any of my neighbors.

Last year I started spending time with a coworker, a guy who also worked for the apartment complex in which I lived.  As I began to develop feelings for this man and it had become apparent to everyone that I had, she began talking about me to him.  She genuinely seemed to revel in my misery.  She seemed happiest when I was sad and would go out of her way to goad me.  I haven’t experienced a lot of that level of hatred as an adult and I really didn’t know how to deal with it. 

When things didn’t work out between me and the guy I had been seeing I was devastated.  I was broken and it has taken me a long time to get back to place where I feel like I am ready to move forward.  During that time that I was struggling she was jubilant.  She made no attempt to hide it.  She would smirk and ask me how I was doing.  She would ask my son if I was dealing with everything alright.  She never did so out of concern but more as means to let me know she knew that I was hurting.

I wound up moving because I found it difficult to live there anymore.  It was hard for many reasons but her inexplicable animosity toward me was a large part of the reason I left.  When I moved I vowed that I would not befriend my new neighbors.  I really seldom do get involved with my neighbors.  The last place I lived reminded me of why.  I am more than content to keep to myself. 

Here is my issue.  One of my new neighbors reminds me so much of this woman that it makes me uncomfortable.  She is friendly but untrustworthy.  She is nosy and seems to know a lot about our neighbors.  I can ignore that.  I can ignore her and I avoid her most days.  But she seems to be sort of infatuated with my son.  She just seems to think about and talk about him too much.  She is definitely interested in him in a way that is not platonic and that makes me uncomfortable.  I have mentioned this to him and he never really reacts.  She is an admittedly promiscuous single mother of three and she is also emotionally unstable.  There are few times in my life that I wish I had a man around for my son to talk to but right now I can’t think of anything I want more.  I know he is going back to training in a few days but I am struggling with this.  I just want to make sure he makes good choices for himself.

Am I A Feminist?

I don’t know if I really consider myself a feminist.  I am, after all, attracted to dominant alpha males. I believe most people’s arguments against pornography are ridiculous and conformist.  And I spend a lot of time talking about how awful and judgmental women are to each other.

There are lots of issues that women face.  Some are issues they face in society and some are issues they face individually.  It is my personal belief that for society to view women differently they need to change the ways they view and project themselves.  The work of becoming a fully functional individual in society is to first focus on you.

The issues women face in society and in their personal lives is much more an issue of women understanding who they are and if they are project their own beliefs and values.  This takes individual work.  It requires them to spend time with themselves.  Women who take time to really get to know themselves and what they want are far more likely to make effective cases for themselves when faced with societal issues.

I have taken a lot of time over the past two years examining why I behave certain ways in certain situations and struggling to modify the behaviors I didn’t like.  I took time to really think about why I view things the way I do and have changed many misanthropic viewpoints I have harbored about the world around me.  I wanted to have better control of my emotions and learn to understand who I really am as an individual. 

Women should dedicate time to learning to truly loving themselves and examine who they are.  They should do self-assessments.  If a woman finds things about herself she doesn’t like then it is perfectly fine to modify those aspects of yourself that don’t truly represent you as individuals.  Improvement has nothing to do with self-hatred but rather wanting to optimize who you are and who you can be internally and externally.  We should always take opportunities to evolve and grow. 

Women should be strong and secure with themselves. We should all take time to get to know who we are, what we need and learn to provide those things for ourselves.  Even in a relationship it is important to know that an individual can take care of themself.  It is easier to overcome many of the issues when you understand your own needs.   It is far easier to achieve your goals without conflict.

Feminists seem angry and anger is an emotion that is often viewed as irrational.  By understanding why something bothers you and taking time to articulate that issue you are far more likely to find some resolution.  Often when women are confronted with an issue it is better to deal with it on case by case basis. 

 I don’t feel overly judgmental about women and their personal decisions.  Everyone makes individual choices that they believe, if only for a moment, are the correct choices for them.  Who am I to criticize them for that?  I decide what is best and so does everyone else.  Women turning on each other for not being like-minded is not a productive way to help women’s causes. 

There are things that need to change about how society views and treats women but I believe that women need to change too.  Stop judging each other.  Figure out what you really want and need.  Discover who you are and who you want to be. Demonstrate your worth.  Determine which issues affect you and then address those issues.

The Douchebag Rules (But Hey, They Work!)

I read a blog post yesterday that I found a little upsetting.   I strongly suggest you read it before you continue reading this particular post.  You can read it here.  Don’t worry, I’ll wait… 

Okay so let me say that I find these commandments a little unsettling for a couple of reasons. The first being I know for a fact that they hold a lot of validity.  Doing things like this with women actually works, not just on me but with the bulk of the women I know.  I even know women who use similar tactics with men.  Women who employ the principles of the Single Mom Hustle, refusing to relinquish their power to men are guilty of this too.  In most instances those relationships are just a means to an end, that end is not trying to acquire a new baby-daddy but rather some financial stability; it has little to do with an emotional connection. Do I think that it is right to utilize these sorts of tactics? Absolutely not! 

This brings me to my second issue, just because these strategies yield results does not mean you should use them.  The commandments are not an instruction guide for a stable relationship.  They are all about playing a game.  A relationship isn’t a game.  There shouldn’t be a first place.

Third, Saying that you should flirt with other women to make your partner jealous, does not excite her, it is a means of degrading her, showing her an overwhelming lack of respect.  Trying to ingrain into a woman that you have options illustrates that you are not fully invested in your relationship or her.  Yes, women get jealous but this is manipulation, nothing more, nothing less.  If you view women as something you must control then she is a puppet not your girlfriend and this is a relationship that will not satisfy you or her for long.

And the last thing that bothers me about The Commandments and the one I actually believe to be false is VII: Keep Two in the Kitty.  If a man I was in a relationship with ever made it clear to me that he had another woman on the back burner just waiting for him, we would absolutely be finished.  Shit or get off the pot.  If you are truly that afraid that your relationship will end (and it likely will because it is based largely on you trying to control your girlfriend rather than be a partner) that you need to keep a woman in waiting then you are clearly not ready to be involved in an adult emotional relationship.  If you have another woman lined up you should just plan on implementing your chauvinistic tactics on her because I most certainly wouldn’t be fucking you anymore.  And I don’t know many women who would.

Say what you want about the effectiveness of these rules and how I am just one woman and they only work to varying degrees on any one woman but I admit that most of these misogynistic tricks do work.  I admit I am drawn to men who are dominant.  I find it exciting but those things don’t make me fall in love.  I choose when and how I relinquish anything to a man and I don’t do it because I was manipulated into doing so.  I know how the game works.  I give everything up because I see something better in a man, something better than all the stupid little games.  And I find that with time most men realize they don’t have to try to manipulate a relationship.  It becomes a partnership of mutual respect but if that behavior remains then I can and have walked away.

One of the Boys

When I was in high school I spent most of my time hanging out with guys.  I just had more male friends.  Aside from my best friend all through high school, Briana, most of my close friends were dudes.  I wasn’t really romantically involved with any of them because I was afraid of guys.  I was always just one of the boys.  They always regarded as just that girl who always hung out. 

They never really minded me hanging out with them because I swore a lot, took their razzing fairly well by all accounts and I had pretty hot female friends that they would occasionally hook up with.  I never really minded the teasing and for all intents and purposes didn’t mind them sleeping with my friends.  I wasn’t even considered a viable dating option.  I was furniture.  If I dated it wasn’t in my immediate circle of friends and they seldom got involved in my romantic life unless something was wrong.

The men I hung out with were, for all intents and purposes, viewed as bad kids.  I grew up around gang bangers and thugs.  It is an issue that effects who I am attracted to to this very day.  To me these men were my friends.  They were never cruel to me and I knew I was always safe when I was with them.  It did, however, change people’s perception of me.  Many people who did not know me assumed that I was likely sleeping with several if not all of these men. 

Hanging out with a group of men rather than your female peers can severely warp the way you view yourself and your role in a male/female relationship, I always liked being one of the boys. I wasn’t as enthralled or consumed by sex as many of my peers seemed to be and in the presence of my male friends I really wasn’t a sexual being.  I was not someone any of them was interested in that way.

They seldom had serious girlfriends and most were more than content to have sex casually with whoever was willing and available.  I was neither and they all acknowledged that.  I knew then that I did not want to be one of those girls.  I never really was.  I had begun to regard those women the same way my male friends did.  Girls came and girls went.  I had my own views of what role women filled for men and I had no interest in it.

Eventually, several years after I graduated and moved away from the small town I grew up in my sexuality caught up with me and I spent several years wandering in and out of men’s lives with no real objective, as I assumed was what was expected of me.  I went from “one of the guys” to a “serial fuck buddy.”  As I became older and my desire to emotionally connect with a man became more prominent I found myself struggling to change this behavior.  I am still learning how to approach a romantic relationship.

Though being one of the guys does have its perks (like three to six scary big brothers,) it does warp the way you view your role and the role of women in young men’s lives.   But I do miss my friends and hanging out with men in a capacity I found completely comfortable.  I just want something different now.  I don’t want to be one of the boys or act like one of them.  I am a woman dammit! 

 

 

My Midlife Crisis

So many amazing things have changed in my life.  I lost weight, got healthy, I tapped into my writing in a way I didn’t imagine was possible and most importantly, I realized how truly amazing I am.  I have more confidence in myself now than I have ever had.  I am living alone and I feel like I can do anything.  The world is wide open waiting for me to do what I will. 

In so many aspects of my life I know exactly what I want.  I want to continue to write in the hopes that people continue to find my work relatable and entertaining.  I will continue to learn more about myself and reach inside me so that I may help others do the same.  I just want to share my experience and encourage people to look to themselves for strength and love.

It is wonderful when you see the person you truly are and have the strength to change the aspects that aren’t really working.  You can change the way you view yourself and your world.  You open yourself up to a whole new world of experiences and opportunities.  Sometime you have to let things go, things you realized were holding you back, people who view you negatively because you focus on yourself and what is best for you.

My son jokingly refers to this period in my life as my midlife crisis.  He isn’t entirely incorrect.  Just before I turned thirty seven I had become wholly unsatisfied with who I had become and the lack of focus in my life.  I am merely a shadow of the girl I was.  I am now a woman who has a much stronger grasp of who she is, what she wants and what she deserves.  I made a lot of physical and emotional changes.  I acknowledged, for the first time in my life, that it was okay to want things for myself.  I should always continue to strive to obtain what I want. 

I am more determined and in touch with why I want what I do and although I sometimes struggle trying to determine how best to approach something, I am always learning and growing, even in my failed attempts, which makes them more profound lessons and not really failures at all.  I am more honest, braver and less reckless than I was when I was younger.  By developing a deep respect for myself I am able to view the world more optimistically.

I have changed so much, in so many ways that I can’t really argue that I might be in the middle of a midlife crisis but I am having the most proactive midlife crisis ever.  I am having an awesome time and I am in an amazing place in my life. I would change what I am experiencing for the world.

 

 

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