Relationship Writer Problems

coupleOne night while cuddling with my ex on the couch watching a movie, he leaned down and whispered, “Let’s have a threesome..” “No,” I responded without even glancing at him. He unwrapped his arms from around me and sat up. “Why not?” he whined. He sat and straightened myself.  I looked at him for a long moment trying to find a way to make him understand.  For one thing, though I adored him and very much enjoyed having sex with him, I didn’t think he had it in him to manage two women at once.  But the real reason I would never invite another woman into bed with us was simple. I had no intention of falling for the man I was now arguing with but my feelings for him had grown. “It would hurt me to watch you have sex with another woman,” I finally answered him.  “You’ve done it before,” he persisted.  “I wasn’t in a relationship and I couldn’t watch fuck someone else!” my voiced raised and became sterner.  “You like me’” he smiled at me and pulled me to him again.  It wasn’t the last time I’d have that conversation with him or other men I dated.

Since I have reentered the dating world, I have found dating to be somewhat challenging. I have learned to be cautious about how and who I date. As woman who writes about dating and sex, not only personally but professionally, it is difficult to find potential dates that don’t have some preconceived notion about who I am, what I want and how I date. I have had men approach me about dating simply because of my body of work. I have had men cancel dates because of my writing and some men have completely disregarded anything I have expressed in a relationship due to their perceived understanding of my experiences. All of this has resulted in some very interesting dating experiences that have benefited me greatly but often present some interesting stumbling blocks when I start wanting something more serious.

I have gone on dates solely for writing inspiration but typically that isn’t the reason I date. I love the stories and lessons that come from my experiences dating and in relationships but ultimately I date for the same reason everyone else does. I crave companionship though duration may vary. Ultimately I want something committed with some longevity.

skeletons closetHonesty is an important aspect of developing any relationship so I am fairly forth coming about what I do and what I write about. As anyone who has read my blog can tell you, I am pretty open anyway but I feel it is important to be honest and unapologetic about the events that have shaped who you are as a person. Early on I learned that it was better that I kept the information about my writing as simple as I could without being dishonest. If someone asked for details I’d provide them with as much information as was requested but dating with the bulk of my sexual history on the internet for everyone to read is challenging enough without my directing every man I date to my blog.

When I find myself dating someone whom I really like and who feels the same way they typically don’t read much of my work. I have also dated men who have read my blog or found some of my articles online. They will ask me about a certain experience or activity and attempt to pressure me into doing it again. I feel a bit like Alyssa Jones in Chasing Amy. My reputation precedes me and though I have done something, often for the sake of the experience, I have no intention of doing it again nor is it an activity I would participate in, in a relationship.

Dating is difficult. Because of some of my writing it makes dating more complicated. My past is my past and when dating someone I like I feel like I may be building a future. I want new experiences and new opportunities. I don’t want to reenact the past. I want something fresh to look forward to.

What are some of your experiences with assumptions and dating?

No, I Probably Don’t Want to Meet Your Friend

blindfoldedOver the course of my dating life I have thwarted several attempts, by my friends, to fix me up with questionable men.  I don’t like being “fixed up” with anyone.  I have no trouble getting dates.  Okay maybe in BFE it is hard to meet people but in general it isn’t an issue.  When I was a teenager I was the girl that never had a date.  I was scared shitless of boys until I was like sixteen and didn’t really start dating until I was seventeen.  As a result my girlfriends were always trying to pawn off the object of their desire’s friend on yours truly in an attempt to get some alone time.  I had no interest in any of these guys.  I was painfully shy and prudish. The last thing I would do was just make out with a total stranger. So every time it happened I would protest until everything went to shit and I would wind up at home reading a book, which suited me just fine.

When I got older, I had what I call my first era of confidence.  I didn’t particularly think I was attractive but I was 23, 5’ 9”, 127 lbs. and a D-cup so I got a lot of attention.  I was still shy but I liked guys looking at me and I got hit on quite a bit.  As a result of my boost in confidence, some of my friends attempted to suggest some of their single male friends to me.  I still didn’t like the idea of being fixed up and most of the guys I heard about sounded less than appealing.  A thirty year old virgin who still lived with his mom wasn’t a guy I had any interest in meeting.  I dated guys I liked and really didn’t need a matchmaker.  I stopped dating altogether for over a decade shortly after that.

At about 36 I had come to a point where I finally saw myself clearly.  I understood myself and I decided I was ready to date again. I quickly found the dating world was a very different place.  No one really fixed their friends up anymore. Everyone was finding dates online.  I set up an account on POF that lasted all of about two weeks before some psycho scared the shit out of me and I decided to finds a guy the old fashioned way. That was to just make myself available and find a guy.  I finally met one and we dated off and on for about a year.  He was a douche and when we stopped dating I had a really hard time for several months.  After that I started dating more casually, started writing about my experiences and spent four or five months burning through twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings like toilet paper on fire.  Then I met someone else I liked (fell in love) and dated him almost exclusively for a year. Everything went to shit again and I moved to California.

Where I live is sort of like landing yourself smack dab in the middle on “The Land That Time Forgot.” No online dating; no night life; no real opportunities to hunt.  I was worried that I really might not get a chance to date at all.  Here I am in my prime, hot as hell with the personality to match it, stuck in “Deliverance” country.  Then it started happening…  I began to socialize and all my backwoods, married since they were twelve, friends started trying to fix me up.  Being set up makes me anxious but not as anxious as being stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing and no one to do.

The problem is the same as it has always been.  I hate the idea of being hooked up with someone I am not attracted to or that might piss me off.  Friends fixing other friends up can ruin friendships.  I have been pretty insulted by some of the guys my friends thought I would “really like.” That shit pisses me off.  Most of my friends know who I date and what I find attractive.  If I ask if a guy is cute (a necessity to me) and I am told he is really nice… Thanks but no thanks.  If my friend says he is cute, hot sexy then I can get to the other things.

Flow CHart

screwedI am kind of at the mercy of my friends if I want to date right now.  I don’t know if I am in trouble or these poor guys are just screwed.

*I just realized I left off funny!  A sense of humor is so important to me.  He has to have a good sense of humor.

A Rant: Crazy Girls and the Stupid Ass Men Who Love Them – The Saga Continues

Earlier this year I wrote a piece about a male friend of mine and his absolutely insane decision to move a girl with two kids into his house after three weeks of dating.  She was telling him she loved him after four days but that is not the point… actually that is exactly the point.  Men throw the word crazy around like ever woman on the planet has some form of mental illness. (And fuck you because I am not crazy!) They always say it like it’s a bad thing.  It is something men say when describing a girl who’s having trouble letting go, who cries or expresses emotion about some other dickhole thing he said or did.

Then one magical day it is just cute and perfect and completely normal that you would invite a woman you barely know to live with you because she told you she was in love four days after meeting you. To me that is fucking crazy.  That is irrational and quite frankly a tad bit desperate.  What is done is done and I have surmised that men may think showing emotion is crazy but committing to someone you barely know right out of the gate is just fucking dumb.

I digress. What I am really want to say is, “I told you so!”  My dear friend and his cuckoo bananas girlfriend broke up.  I really thought that relationship might have some longevity. I thought surely moving Ms. Crazy as a Bag of Hair into your house was a really sane decision and would make for such a healthy relationship.  I am not sure who is actually crazier.

So the beautiful part of this whole story is now, she has no place to go.  Yup! She and her child are still living in his house, posting private things about their breakup and throwing the occasional “I Will Survive” post when she’s feeling slightly manic. It is like watch a slow motion animated train wreck. It makes something tragic vastly easier to deal with and pretty amusing, especially for everyone that tried to warn both of them about the inevitable outcome to their zany relationship.

I’ve talked to him once since all this has happened.  I hopped onto FB Messenger the second I saw him log in. He said he just really wanted her to find a place to live. After all the advice sought and disregarded, he chose to be crazy with her. Now he just has some girl with nowhere to go living in his house.  A girl who is posting way too much information on Facebook about things their friends don’t need to know.  I just want to take a moment to say “Yay to over-sharers!”

So just to recap…

Dude thinking: If a girl shows emotion that isn’t blind adoration for her partner, she is crazy.  If she tells him she loves him before she’s seen his apartment she is just cute as bug’s ear and the kind gal a guy wants to commit to.

This girl’s thinking: When I see a man fall head over heels for some girl whose sole purpose for living seems to be spending time with this guy she just met, that is fucking crazy. Any girl who says she loves you and wants to move right into the relationship thing isn’t going to stay “cute” crazy for long.  If somebody told me they were in love with me after a couple of dates, I would probably be googling restraining orders.

And men say women are irrational and illogical… Because complaining about a lack of nice guys and dating douchebags doesn’t seem as crazy as committing to woman who probably has az hair doll of you somewhere.  That’s just fucking nuts.

Just So Ya’ Know

The newest Fact or Myth is up over at Kink E-Magazine. I hope you’ll take the time to stop by and read my November piece, exploring the popular belief that men will sleep with anyone.

And while your there you can leave a comment…

Muah

The Narcissist

Yet Another Reason I Feel Hesitant About Online Dating

The other day I was perusing my blog reader when I came across a set of statistics about online dating.  I saw Pedobear in one of the many graphs and knew I had to get a better look.  When I clicked on the link and looked at the information presented on the charts I had made up my mind that internet dating is probably not the way to go.  The awkwardness of trying to get to know someone via internet messaging and the buffet of men [shudders] that were available to me after I changed my zip code on OKC didn’t help either but some of those stats even surprised me.  So without further ado…

And I feel that I must point out that I have used tradtional and casual online dating sites (It is no secret sometimes I just want to get laid It was for research) and of the four guys I met in person from a “traditional” dating site every one was at least twenty pounds heavier then they were in the photos they had posted in their profile. So I would say guys lie about their weight just as much as their height.

I would really love to hear your thoughts on this because I know some of my readers use online dating services.

Fan Mail

Fan Mail

Received at 3am, Saturday, June 16th, 2012

Your blog makes me puke. Not EVERYONE is jealous of you. Other females like me seriously appreciate the psycho narcissists like you out there, because men always learn one way or another that you’re not worth it… and women like me get them when you couldn’t. Take down this blog & go into therapy already. But, from the sounds of it, you’d fuck that up too. The hard TRUTH is that the only special people in this world are the ones who are NOT narcissists.

-Dragonfly

My blog gets a fair share of emails and comments good and bad.   As my blog audience has increased, it seems like the amount of negative correspondence has increased. I typically just block the sender and be done with it.  Every once in a while I get one like this that just seems so angry and out of context that I have to do a little more investigating.  I thought perhaps I knew this woman but after about five minutes of research I realized I didn’t know her and that she lives clear across the country.

This one in particular seemed very… angry.  My best guess is that this person didn’t spend much time reading my blog (if any at all.)  The idea that anyone would identify me as a real narcissist seems so off base to me that I just couldn’t process where her anger was coming from or why she felt that sending a passive aggressive observation such as this one was in any way warranted or productive.

I was truly surprised at the tone of this message. I was curious about what might prompt someone to send something so hateful to someone she had never met and who’s work she clearly didn’t read or  at very least, didn’t interpret the way it is intended.  Maybe my work is coming across as shallow and self-centered in a way that isn’t quite as tongue-in-cheek as I thought…

All-in all, I am not bothered by the judgement of readers who misinterpret my writing.  You can’t please everyone but clearly I am doing a damn good job of pissing some people off.  The truth is this kind of fan mail really makes those of you who find some value in what I do and see the good in my work even more precious to me.  I appreciate the support of my amazing followers, fellow writers and supporters so much.  So thank you for your continued support of my blog and my writing!  I love each and every one of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

xoxo

The Narcissist

 

Do You See What I See?

I read an article regarding a recent study saying that women, now more than ever are becoming as narcissistic if not more narcissistic than their male counterparts.  It seems the findings of the study were that women have an over inflated sense of awesomeness.  Women want and expect more for themselves.  They have an unsubstantiated sense of self-worth.  They have become more selfish and see themselves in way that is not based in reality.

Men are finding it harder to find women to date because women have become pickier.  They want more than they deserve.  They want to date “out of their league” and have unrealistic expectations about what they can actually achieve and obtain.  I do know some women who seem to have bottomless egos but this is a behavior women have had to deal with in men for… well, forever.

Men my age want to date twenty something year old girls.  Men want to have better jobs.  Men want play the game while women are merely pieces on the board.  This behavior is accepted and often expected in men but when women exhibit any kind of positive (and yes sometimes exaggerated sense of self) it is an issue.  I think confidence is important and attractive.

Do we really still live in a time when women are expected to be meek and grateful and not really understand who they are or be proud of what they can do?  As with anything, I think the only thing preventing anyone from accomplishing their goals and achieving their dreams is how they feel about themselves.  How someone, male or female, sees himself/herself is relative.  How someone sees themselves may not be what you see but that doesn’t matter.  You are one person and your opinion isn’t the only one out there.  Why do we have to cut people who feel good about themselves down to size?

Casual Sex: The Rules of Casual Sex

There are some simple rules to help keep you out of trouble when it comes to having casual sex.  They are some basic ground rules that will help you understand the separation of sex and emotion and why it can be important not only in a casual situation but in a relationship as well.

The Rules

Have sex with someone you find insanely, physically attractive.  The more involved your privates are the less you’ll be thinking with your brain and… you want to fuck someone hot.

Don’t put yourself in a dangerous situation. Be aware of where you are, where you are going and who is going with you.  Don’t go home with strangers.  I typically go a few dates with the guy first.

If you have casual sex with someone, leave or make them leave immediately after.  Don’t go out to breakfast.  Just get your stuff and leave.

If you have sex with someone you know be clear with yourself and with him about what is happening.

If you think that someone has feelings for you don’t sleep with them.  This is mean and a recipe for disaster or a stalker.

For fuck’s sake, always use protection!  I know for most of us this goes without saying but I know women who think that if they can’t get pregnant then raw dogging it is okay.  If you are having sex with someone use a fucking condom.  Pregnancy isn’t the only thing you have to worry about.

If you have a crush on or have ever had a crush on your partner then that isn’t exactly casual.  You have motive and just sleeping with the object of your affection will ensure the best that will come from it is a fuck buddy situation and resentment on your part.

If you have decided to have sex with your friend and you start planning your wedding, anniversary or thinking about what your children might look like… it is time to stop or tell your partner that your feelings have changed.  Obviously you view this as some sort of relationship and if you don’t say something it will bite you in the ass.

If you know you are going to judge yourself for acting impulsively then save yourself the time and energy.  Don’t hate yourself.  Casual sex isn’t for everyone.

So in summation, feel whatever you feel in the moment but when the moment passes so does the feeling.  Be careful.  Enjoy the experience for what it as and be honest about what expectations you have.  Make sure you are doing this to for yourself and you aren’t hurting anyone.  Get it? Got it? Good!

Casual Sex: The Basic Types of Casual Sex

Casual sex is simple really.  Of course everything can get complicated.  You have to understand the nature of the encounter.  You have to be aware of the nature of your relationship with your sexual partner.   You have to be clear, even if only with yourself, about what you are wanting.  If you understand the situation and there is no confusion about what is going transpire then sex is simple.  If you are conflicted then the whole experience can be emotionally damaging.

There are three basic forms of casual sex, “The One Night Stand,” “The Booty Call,” and “The Friend with Benefits.”  Most casual sex encounters can easily fall into one these three categories.

The One Night Stand

A one night stand is simple and the easiest way to control your emotions in a casual sex situation.  A one night stand isn’t necessarily just “randomly hooking up with a guy at a bar” situation.  It is any situation where you are physically attracted to someone and want to act on it.  This impulse is only indulged once.  You have sex understanding the only thing you feel for your partner is lust.  If you are confusing your lust with any other misconception about emotional connection then don’t have sex with that person.

The Booty Call

Booty calls typically evolve from a one night stand.  You fucked once.  You liked fucking.  You want to fuck again and again and again.  The important thing to remember in this situation is that you have to be able to separate your emotions.  This isn’t a budding romance, it is carnal and hedonistic.  You enjoy each other in a physical sense.  Don’t get involved in each other’s personal lives.  You have already established a relationship based on sex.  Your partner will typically have no regard for you other than as a sexual partner.  Your relationship was founded on sex and it isn’t going to change.  Don’t convince yourself there is potential for something more.  This is just going to result in you getting hurt.

The Friend with Benefits

You have a friend.  You have always wondered what it would be like to have sex with them.  You either express a desire to have sex or you get drunk one night and hook up.  You decide that you like sleeping together so you continue to do so.  A friend with benefits situation is only pseudo casual sex.  It is also potentially the most hazardous of the three.  If you are friends with this individual then there is an emotional connection between you.  You know each other in a different capacity than someone who just makes your nether regions tingle.  If you can’t separate your friendship from the act then don’t continue having sex.  You will destroy your friendship and you will get hurt.

You have to be realistic about what you’re feeling, and if you are truly capable of separating how you feel, If you aren’t sure how you feel about your sex partner then things will get messy really fast.  Casual sex can be amazing but it isn’t like sex in a relationship.  It is intense moments of intimacy that are isolated to the act itself.  Most people can’t have sex and feel nothing.  I can’t but I love the immediacy of the connection I feel in casual sex.  I also enjoy that it is only temporary.  It allows you to have an emotional and physical release without all of the confusion of what comes next.  If you are capable of understanding and dealing with that then enjoy the experience for what it is.  If you are reading this and thinking I could never do that… then don’t.  If you can’t keep it simple; don’t risk your heart.  I would never advocate for anyone doing something that is self-destructive.  Just be honest with yourself and how you feel.

Casual Sex: Some Male Perspective

As promised, this installment of Casual Sex is written by my very good friend, Doug (aka Dark Water) at diaryofadougfiend.  I wanted a man’s perspective on the role of sex in relationship.  I felt it was important to include a male voice and this is one male voice I greatly respect and relate to.  He did an amazing job and I am so thankful to him for taking some time to offer his own perspective.  I’ll let Doug take it from here.

I remember a lady telling me that women connected sex with emotion and men were detached. I believed it but only on the condition that I knew I was different. I saw it in many of my friends, but I considered myself a liberated male.

I was an awesome lover way before I’d lost my virginity. I read The Happy Hooker, Your Erogenous Zones, The Joy of Sex and every Penthouse my dad ever bought. All I needed then was an actual real lady to try it out on. That proved difficult because…

What I really was was a casualty from the feminist movement. If women could make the perfect male, according to all their crap written in the late ’70s, they would get disgusted and go find some heartless bad-ass-boy to fuck. What woman wants a man who is overly sensitive and not afraid to cry? Not any of the women I know!

I had a series of bad relationships because I couldn’t separate my dick from my emotion. I needed to become friends with one-night stands. I WANTED to go our for breakfast. I WANTED to turn it into a relationship.

I was mixed up. Stupid 70s!

I’d watch friends lie through their teeth to get laid and the women loved it!

WTF!?! Can’t they see?

And I was so busy thinking about relationship that I’d brush off willing women just wanted to fuck for a variety of reasons because they didn’t appear to be the “marrying’ type. How stupid was that?

I pulled my head out of my ass later on in my late 20s. I realized things like:

To take is to give.

(Everybody thrives on knowing you are having a great time, just like YOU do when THEY are enjoying it!)

Men use relationships to get sex

(Does he suddenly see all the negative things about you immediately following orgasm?)

Women use sex to get relationships.

(Don’t fall for the friendship trap!)

Women love being dominated in many ways.

(Asking for permission is giving up your power)

The man fucks, the woman gets fucked.

(No matter how you rationalize the action, there is a penetrating point where an action is being performed. I know there are variations, but the roles are pretty much hard wired)

You make your mate.

(Give them time)

All this is skirting the question, “How do men and women perceive casual sex differently?”

I’m not sure where the division between social conditioning and genetically programmed human nature is defined; I imagine both come into play. I’ve known a lot of women who just wanted sex with no attachment. I’ve known a lot of men who wanted attachment when they found good, compatible sex.

Is disassociating your emotion from sex as dangerous as having sex with someone you are not attracted to? Relationships that don’t use physical attraction as a basis can be short lived when one of the participants realizes they can’t get it up for the “mind” they fell in love with.

I think monogamy is a myth. I’ve had as many women tell me that as men.

The more I think about it, the more I realize this comparison doesn’t work because there are as many women who can disconnect their heart from their genitals as there are men. It’s all bullshit if defined by gender, very important if defined by aspects within individual people. We are all different.

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