The rollercoaster element

I enjoy having sex, but mostly because it makes him happy.  We’ve been doing it for a few months now, and it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.  I still can’t enjoy it though from a physical perspective, and it drives me crazy!

Even other sexual things aren’t exciting to me.  The only times I’ve orgasmed is by myself in one single position.  With other guys I’ve been with, and even with Andrew when we first started dating, I felt the excitement of physical intimacy.  I definitely  have a sex drive (read the posts about Bobby).  It’s just with Andrew now… there’s no passion.  He’s honestly not really passionate about anything in his life, so it’s no surprise that it’s the same sexually.  I don’t know what it is, but I don’t get any enjoyment from kissing, touching, or having sex with Andrew.  It sucks so much, because I feel like this is the time of our lives where we should be having hot crazy sex all the time!  When we do “stuff”, its always to satisfy him, even though I pretend to want it also.  He can’t enjoy it if I don’t enjoy it, so I fake it to make it better for him.

I’ve told him about these issues, and we’ve talked about it.  He definitely feels badly about the situation, but there’s nothing he can do to make it any better.  It’s a fine line to walk on between being honest with him, and making him feel badly about a problem that’s not his fault.  We’ve tried different positions, different times of day, more foreplay, different foreplay, and being more “into it” (i.e. being mindful of each other and trying harder to kiss passionately, for example).  Nothing is working.  I even switched my medication to one that doesn’t have sexual side effects!  No difference.

I’m so frustrated.  If we don’t have passion or chemistry now, will we ever? Will more communication and work help these issues, or are we doomed to have a terrible sex life for as long as we’re together?  I was watching Friends, and Ross made a comment about how passion is overrated.  He said that passion eventually dies out, it’s what remains after the passion that matters.  Our entire relationship is built on non-passion related elements.  We make a great team, have similar values, hold great respect for one another, and comparable views of how we want our future to look like. Is this enough?  I know that these are all the “important” elements… but a huge part of me craves that messy, hot, butterfly-filled, rollercoaster element!  Is it worth sticking with Andrew because we’ll be successful in the long-term?  Or will I regret wasting my youth over a relationship that was “too responsible”?  Am I with Andrew because it’s the safe choice, or the smart choice?

Bobby

So there’s another guy.  I know, I know, I promised myself I’d stay single for a semester following this whole Andrew debacle.  But I just can’t seem to keep myself away!  I’ll start from the beginning.

Last semester when I first joined the tennis team, Sue asked me on the first day,

“So, who’s the cutest one on the team??”.  I looked around the courts, excited to be exchanging girl talk with a new friend.  I looked across the courts, and spotted a guy completely dominating the other player.  He was a middle-eastern or Indian guy, long hair pulled back in a pony tail, sporting bright orange sneakers and a Nadal-style headband.  He had a deep voice, joking with his buddies about his racket or something.  I pointed at him.  Of course I was still with Andrew at this point, but this was harmless girl talk.

“Oooo, you like Bobby?? He’s single, I could totally hook you guys up” She offered.

“Nah”, I explained “I have a boyfriend”.  Later during practice I told Sue that I needed to buy some racket grip.  She called Bobby over,

“Hey Bobby – Cady needs to go to the pro-shop, don’t you need to go tomorrow?”

He did.  We made plans to meet up the next day.  This is how it all started.  From there Bobby and I became great friends.

We played tennis a lot together; we were perfect doubles partners.  We didn’t talk much over the summer, but the following fall we went right back to being friends.  Whenever we were on the court together, everyone commented on the incredible chemistry we had.  Before I was even positive I liked him (in more than a friendly way), I had multiple people approach me asking if we were dating.  They bothered Bobby about it too.  Sue said over and over how great we would be as a couple.  Everyone saw us together before we even did.

Over time our relationship grew.  The initial attraction I felt toward him never faded – in fact it grew stronger and stronger with each passing day.  Bobby is incredibly smart.  He’s the president of the tennis team, a chemical engineering major, and taking premed requirements at the same time “to keep options open”.  He has such an incredible view on life… he’s creative, always waiting to pounce on the next opportunity to make something happen, open minded, easy going, curious about the world and how things work, adventurous, and well traveled.  He’s so interesting, and exciting!  I’ll call him on the phone to ask a quick question, and we end up talking for three hours.

He’s incredibly thoughtful too.  He loves his little sister more than anyone I’ve ever seen.  His mom told me when she was first born, Bobby (who was 3 at the time), would hold her for hours and hours, staring at her with the biggest smile on his face.  They grew up very close to each other.  Bobby and his sister both started playing tennis and taking private lessons around the same time.  At one point they were equally talented.  Eventually however his parents ran out of money, and could only afford to continue sending one of the kids through private training camps.  Their coach at the time saw more potential in Bobby’s sister than he did in Bobby, so his parents pulled Bobby out of competitive sports when he was about 10 years old.  He continued to play recreationally, but quickly lost the level he was at previously.  Currently his sister is the top of the tennis team ladder at her college.  From the time Bobby stopped getting lessons, he had to sit back and watch his little sister take all the glory and attention.  This would make any normal person angry, jealous, and bitter.  But instead of resenting his sister, Bobby turned into her biggest fan.  He attends every single one of there tournaments, helps coach her, sends her care packages to college, drives 6 hours to watch her college tennis matches, and talks to her every single day.

He also remembers everything I tell him, even the smallest silliest things (like how I hate driving though drive-throughs because of the time I got the car stuck at McDonalds).  He appreciates everything about me, right down to the things I don’t even notice about myself.  He makes me feel confident, and he has honestly helped me to love myself and all sorts of things about me.

I know it’s not good to compare relationships, but I can’t help myself and I’m sorry.  Andrew was never phased by anything.  Even the most exciting things in the world and in both his and my own life, he never expressed amazement toward anything.  He would be happy mabey, but never in awe.  I know he loved me, but I was alway kinda doubtful about why, or how much.  Bobby is truly in awe of me, completely.  He loves me, and expresses it in such an effective way.  He points out specific things, tells me every day, and gets excited about things simply because I’m excited about them.  I’m not trying to say anything bad about Andrew, or that I wouldn’t consider getting back together with him.  I’m merely trying to explain a tiny part of why I’m so purely happy when I’m around Bobby.  He makes me feel like I’m worth something, that I’m treasured, that I’m a rare gem in a mountain of pebbles.  And he does all this while staying true to himself.  He doesn’t say that he can’t live without me, or that if we ever grew apart he’d be miserable and die.  I wouldn’t want it to be like that.  He does say though that he’s the luckiest guy in the world when he’s with me, and that he’s going to do everything possible to hold onto me because I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Mabey it’s unfair for me to compare Andrew and Bobby.  With Andrew I remember the full two year relationship, but the part that’s most fresh in my memory was last 6 months or so when the spark was fading.  With Bobby, all I have to compare is this month that we’ve been (kind of) together.  It’s still in the “honeymoon phase”.  Will this relationship with Bobby grow stale just as the one with Andrew did?  Will I realize that Andrew was my perfect match all along, and is spending time with Bobby going to impact my chances as getting back together with him?  Or is Bobby my true match, and I’m hesitant because of how quickly things ended with Andrew and started with him?  Or mabey neither of them are right for me, and I’m wasting my emotions, effort, energy, and time for personal growth?  More of these thoughts in my next post…  stay tuned.

Randos are not good kissers

Now that I’m living up my single life, I finally have the chance to do all the things I couldn’t before.  Which is… not a whole lot I guess.  The major difference is how much more time I have for myself (or for my friends) on weekends, and that instead of calling Andrew to say a quick “hi” on the way back to my home, I call my Mom.  My Mom loves me being single.

I’ve gone out twice now with Faith and Marie.  We take a cab or an Uber down into the city to a bar.  Marie isn’t actually 21, so we have to “pass back” Faith’s ID (the two look relatively alike).  I always get so nervous doing this – if we’re caught I could go to jail for serving alcohol to a minor!  It also makes me feel like a bad-ass.  Which is cool I guess.

One of the things on my single to-do list has always been to make out with a “rando”.  You know, like a random guy at a bar who you may or may not know his name, but certainly don’t know anything about him.  People usually blame the make-out session on drunkenness, but we all know that’s not true.  Sure, alcohol may help you get up the courage to make those moves to kissing strangers, but deep down everyone (drunk or not) enjoys a good make-out here and there.  Well, two weekends in a row, I got my wish.  The first guy was named Adam.  He was a friend of a friend of a friend of Marie, who we happened to run into at the bar.  I met him after dancing up on a number of other guys (with none of whom any kissing took place).  I was feeling confident when this guy started talking to me.  We had a nice brief conversation (it was very loud and difficult to hear each other), then started dancing.  Finally, Faith wanted to go home.  I was pretty tipsy at this point (much more than I ever really remember being before in my life) – but certainly not drunk.  I was about to leave dear Adam for Faith, when I got a wonderful idea.  KISS HIM.  Why not?  What did I have to loose?  So I did it!  And he (of course) was totally into it.  We made-out for 30 seconds or so, then I said good buy and ran off to find Faith and Marie to catch the cab home.  This was a good experience, because it was my first rando ever kissing!  He wasn’t a particularly good kisser… but he was respectful, polite, and the kiss only lasted a small amount of time.  I was also very proud of myself.

The second weekend wasn’t so exciting.  I wasn’t as tipsy that time, and we had been dancing in the bar for a few hours so I was getting tired.  A cute guy came up and started dancing with me.  He had a very strong french accent, and explained that he played tennis for UMBC.  Awesome!  We danced for a while, both of us facing the same way.  Then he turned me around so that we were facing each other and dancing.  I could tell that he wanted to kiss me, he was kind of awkwardly staring at my face for a while… I pretended not to notice.  That’s when the “screw it” bulb flashed above my head, and I turned to give into it.  Boy was I surprised.  Apparently not all french guys are stellar wonderful amazing orgasmic kissers.  This guy goes straight for my face, full speed ahead, tongue first!  He continued kissing, 90% tongue, 10% I don’t even know what else.  I don’t know why I put up with it for so long… but we continued in this way for a good 10 minutes.  I was trying to mix in some lips, pull his hair a little to change things, but damn was this guy stubborn.  The cigarettes on his breath didn’t improve things either.  Finally I told him I had to go off and find my friends, and after convincing him that I did not want to take a cab home with him, I left.  Unfortunately I gave him my correct phone number (I don’t know why I did that), so he called me twice and texted me 4 times that night wanting to meet up when I got back to the school.  I think he wanted the sexy time.

This is how I feel about these two guys

So what’s the moral of this story?  Well one good thing to come out of all this is that I do have more self confidence.  I know that any night I want to lock-lips with a rando, it’s much easier than I once thought.  It’s also much less romantic than I once thought.  You may find an awesome kisser here and there, but to be totally honest most of them (especially when they’re drunk) are slimy and smell like an ashtray.  Do I regret my actions?  Yes and no.  If you asked if I would do it again, I’d probably say no.  But if you asked if I’m glad I did it, I’d probably say yes.  I firmly believe that you need to live it to learn it.  It’s not enough to hear someone else’s experiences, you really have to go out there and do it for yourself.  When I was with Andrew I had lots of FOMO (“fear of missing out”) about not being able to go out and party and make out with randos.  I put it on this pedestal, like there were so many epic amazing nights I was giving up to be with him.  I definitely need this time alone to be free and explore this, and live these nights.  But if it turns out that they’re not so epic and amazing, I won’t regret going out, I’ll just know better for next time.  I’ll be able to make a firm decision, that I’d rather commit to Andrew (or someone else even) than live life single and “free”.

5 Seconds

After I got home, I went back to the hotel room to hang out with the interns.  I learned a new party trick – how to snap a bottle cap and make it fly across the room.  I was really frustrated though, as Coby was blatantly ignoring me.  He flirts with me for a month straight, and yet makes zero moves.  I was giving him hint after hint that I was into it, and still nothing.  Now he refuses to acknowledge the fact that I exist?  I was so annoyed that I finally confronted him.

“Coby – what is happening between us?  I know there was a thing, we even talked about it, but now you’re pretending like I don’t exist and I don’t know what’s going on,”  I said.

“What do you want from me?  You have/had a boyfriend, the summer is almost over, what’s the point of dealing with all of this?” he replied.

“We don’t have to define it, I don’t even want to date you.  But I like you and you like me, and we have two weeks left together, let’s just see what happens and have fun,” I told him.

His reply was to act as if he had no idea what I was taking about.  He went on about how he’s a very flirty person, and that I probably got the wrong idea, that he doesn’t like me.  By the way that’s complete bull shit, because we’d had multiple conversations specifically about liking each other.

“You can’t deny that you flirt more with me than anyone else.  You straight up told me you had feelings for me.  We cuddled on the couch, we laughed, we talked, we had a genuine connection.  Now you’re pretending like that never happened, and you’re treating me like I don’t exist, and it’s really frustrating!”

“What do you want me to do – give you 100% of my attention?  Not talk to anyone else but you?” he shot back.

I was so annoyed, I didn’t even know what to say.  But I knew we had a connection, and part of me still wanted him, even for only 2 weeks.  Even if he was being so incredibly stupid.  After all, he was only 18, possibly all of this nonsense was simply immaturity or inexperience.  I gave him an ultimatum.

“Coby, forget the bull shit – you have exactly 5 seconds to either kiss me, or walk away.  If you walk, I will not hate you, we can go back to being friends just like before.”

5 seconds pass.

He stands there like an idiot, too much of a pansy to make a decision.  If he didn’t want a thing with me I’d respect for him for that.  All he needed to do was to act on what he wanted.

But he didn’t kiss me.  And he didn’t walk away.  So I did.

I still have no idea what his deal was, and I probably never will.  Rumor had it he was planning on getting back together with an ex.  Someone else said he was too scared to act on anything, and the ex was an excuse.  Whatever the case, he missed his chance and I’m done.

One of my other intern friends, John, knew him pretty well, and knew me pretty well, and was helping me through this.  John’s opinion was that Coby was a young immature idiot, too stupid to realize what a bombshell I was.  As the night went on John got more and more drunk, and his helpful advice turned into hitting on me, which turned into inviting me into a threesome with him and his girlfriend.  The scary thing is that I was so upset about all of it, I almost said yes!  I doubt I would have actually gone through with it, but the fact that I even considered it… Oh god.

The next morning (Saturday) I didn’t wake up until 2:30pm.  That night I went to a club for a fellow intern’s birthday.  I made sure to look super hot to force myself to forget about Coby.  Some guy in his late 30s approached me,

“It would absolutely make my evening if you would dance with me,” he said.  My friends pushed me to him, knowing this may help relieve me of Coby frustration.  I did not have a good time dancing with him.  He was pretty forceful, pushing me up with his leg in between mine… it was gross.  I made an excuse and left.

Not 20 minutes later, another guy approached me asking to dance.  I said YOLO and danced with him for a while.  He had such a creepy smile, and crazy eyes.  Out of nowhere he leans in,

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.  NO WAY.  I told him John was my boyfriend, and that he’d be sad if I kissed someone else.  Call me the queen of excuses, I made one quick and left.

After that I was done dancing with guys.  I hung out with all the girls instead, it was super fun.  Suddenly this really cute guy approached me.  Was he going to ask to dance?

“Let me introduce you to my roommate,” he said.  To my surprise, he takes me over to a girl dancing on top the bar.  I hopped up on the bar with her and danced for a while… until she attempted to twerk with me!  No way – this is too much. I continued dancing on the bar top though, and eventually convinced some of the other girl interns to join me.

I should be embarrassed about this whole fiasco, but I’m totally not. Screw guys – Coby gave me a great reason to hate guys and sware off them for a good long time. The really hard part is gonna be my self esteem – I almost said yes to a threesome!  Gross.  Who am I.

Make out buddy

Make out buddies.  I want one.  No relationship, no sex, just a casual make out session and a snuggle now and then.

How do I go about getting one?  Every time I find a potential target, I freak out about it, and then they get the impression that I have a crazy crush on them and/or that I’m either madly in love with them (and they get all weirded out and run away), or that I want to “hook up” in the meaning of making sex (and then I’m a tease).

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In the words of Lena Dunham:  “I don’t even want a boyfriend.  I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time and thinks I’m the best person in the world and wants to have sex with only me.’