And I said, did you know I miss you?

I heard from my First Love last night. Well, over text messages. Which has to be the absolute worst way to have a serious conversation.

He asked me if I have missed him since we last hung out. I angrily asked why would I miss him. And that missing him would be pointless.

He then said he has missed me.

I felt myself brimming with anger. How dare he? He must be fucking with my head. He can’t really be missing me. He just doesn’t want to be lonely. And I hate him for trying to manipulate me.

I told him we shouldn’t be having such feelings for each other.

Then, as proof to why I’m no longer with him and can never be with him again, he laughed at me and demanded if I’ve just been speaking to my therapist.

As if I cannot realize, on my own, that he is no good for me. And at the same time, acknowledging that he knows he is no good for me.

I stopped speaking to him for the time being.

I don’t see what else I could’ve said. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that I want him again. Because, I truly don’t. I just didn’t want to be lonely before.

As a side note, the song I’ve quoted for this entry, was actually “our” song when we were young and in love.

Something Corporate – “Konstantine”

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August 27, 2007. dating, first love, Just friends, love, relationship, Something Corporate, Text message. 1 comment.

You make me, make me hungry again.

Saturday I had a very good night.

I went out for a friend’s birthday expecting just a fun night among friends and then Edward called me. He ended up joining us much to my delight.

He thrills me. He’s so attractive. And other people seem to notice how attracted we are to each other. Before, someone “jokingly” proposed a foursome with him, me and their partner. Again, on Saturday, someone else made a joke about Edward and I joining him and his wife in their bed.

We laugh about it to each other saying we’re the only ones who get to experience how hot it is together.

And hot it is indeed.

Edward is really opening up to me. He kept making comments, that night, about future things we will do together. He also discussed how if I hadn’t had plans he was going to invited me to a friend’s of his party. He also held my hand and kissed me at the bar we were at. For Edward, to show any PDA, is huge. Then, he invited me over to sleep in his bed that night. He told me, a month ago, that I would never be allowed to sleep in his bed as he finds sleeping with another person to uncomfortable so I felt this was a major step in the right direction.

When we got to his house we changed to sleep. I was wearing a shirt of his, which clung to my curves for dear life, and my panties while he stripped down to his boxers. He apologized that he was not feeling very sexual as he must wake up in a few hours to go mountain biking with another in the morning. I said that was absolutely fine. I just want to sleep with him.

We laid in bed, chit-chatting and I was feeling ready to drift off to sleep. I lay my head on his chest but I knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. His heart was beating so hard. I wasn’t sure why. I rolled over to try to sleep as he held me close.

Then, all of a sudden, we were making out. Our tongues hungry for each other. My body aching for his. We are so forceful together – biting, pulling on my hair, digging our nails into each other, playing at each other’s nipples. I know, sexually, he is a great match for me as he moans when I use force. Few men have enjoyed this. And, I’ve made it no secret how much I enjoy being manhandled.

He pushed his fingers inside of me as I squirmed, moaning. He went down on me. I felt dangerously close to cumming. I just feel so much pressure though. I’ve never cum with a man other than my ex-fiance so I feel it would be a big deal for Edward to make me cum.

But I want him to.

I’ve made a vow to stop masturbating until I cum with him. A little game, I’ve decided to play, with myself.

I then reciprocated. His cock is perfect, I must say. Perfect length, I’m guessing 7.5″, and the width is just right. He was obviously thrilled by my skills. He kept moaning “Oh my god” but just as he was about to cum, he pushed me off. Maybe he doesn’t want to cum with me until I do? He told me he was most impressed by me. This made me beam since Edward rarely compliments.

Our bodies move in such perfect unison, I can’t wait to have sex with him. In fact, I almost proposed that he just enter me that night but I’m glad he suggested we be “good boys and girls.” I want to really let this linger.

As he said this, we sat on his bed, our limbs intertwined. I was amazed at how much I enjoy being sexual with him. I felt this hunger that I hoped would never be satisfied completely.

I never feel so hungry for another. My body, my loins, felt so heated, aching for him. He told me he was sorry to leave me in such a state (after we initiated things once again when his alarm went off) but I said that while it’s a bit unsatisfied of a feeling, it feels so good to feel so sexually alive.

The Cure – “Why Can’t I Be You?”

August 27, 2007. dating, Edward, everything but, Just friends, love, making out, masturbation, oral sex, PDA, sexual guilt, single, The Cure. Leave a comment.

Tell me what you want, tell me what you need…Tell me that you only want to get it from me.

In my last post, I established Edward is an incredibly confused person. And this makes me confused.

A month ago, we were consistently seeing each other for a few weeks. It felt like it was becoming serious.  Our dates were always so much fun and revealing. We took many late night walks discovering more about the other person and came back to my apartment for even more discussion over tea. One night, I came over and he cooked a great dinner for me. Afterwards, he loaned me a book of his he knew I would love. Again, we drank tea while exploring each other and took another walk. On this walk, I shared places I spent much of my childhood with him. (He recalled this and brought it up the other night again. This made me feel special)

We also enjoyed showering together. He would bathe me and wash my hair for me. Things just felt so intimate, so right, with him.

Our favorite date together though was the day he took me to a nearby canyon, we hiked a little, laid on a blanket chatting and then took a long drive to some local wineries. Here, we did some wine tasting. It was incredibly thrilling that everyone in one of the wineries was incredibly focused on Edward and I, our relationship, and how well we looked together. People inquired if we were married and encouraged us to procreate – a lot! I really value outside validation of my relationships, for better or for worse, and this made me feel that Edward and I really do blend together well. I mean, it’s even obvious to complete strangers, I thought.

Things were going well. He was opening up to me about his past, his family, his sexuality, etc. and I was doing the same. It was feeling as if things were progressing and he would maybe become my boyfriend. He even told me he wasn’t seeing anyone else. I was also exclusively seeing him. 

And then we hit a hard, cold brick wall.

Or rather he pushed me into one.

One night, a week before he was to leave town for a couple weeks, we decided to grab a quick bite to eat near my house and a drink afterwards. Our conversation was flowing and it was quite revealing at times about our histories. I opened up to him too explaining to him sometimes I feel unsure of my place with him since he is very unaffectionate in public. He doesn’t even hold hands in public. He feels it’s inappropriate. On the other hand, I extremely value PDA – of course, it a totally respectful way. I think hand holding and quick kisses in public are perfectly acceptable and desirable.

When we got back to my house, we attacked each other with kisses as is our custom. Things began to escalate more than they had in the past. We found ourselves naked in my bed. He then asked if I have protection. I told him, I do but he mustn’t concern himself with such things yet. I am not going to have sex with him yet, I told him. I’m just not ready for that. (This was before I had slept with OGF so at this point I’d only slept with one person. And, I wanted more of an emotional commitment from Edward before having sex with him.)

He became angry. He told me he can’t stand doing “everything but.” He would rather abstain completely than do some sexual things and not actually have intercourse. I told him that relationships have a natural progression to things and I can’t just go from not being sexual with someone to having sex with them.

He then asked if we could “just be friends.” I agreed, saying maybe it’s for the best. We’re both not in the best situations to be getting romantically involved.

But then he continued. Much to my dismay.

Here I am, laying in his arms, naked and he says, with a smirk, “Maybe I’m just not that into you.” And this was coming from a man I could already envision saying “I love you” to ! I sat there, flabbergasted, unable to respond. Then he continues, “Maybe I’m not that sexually attracted to you” and I’m naked here! Finally, he tells me he may be more into men after all.

I felt crushed by my crush.

I knew, logically, he was just putting his defenses up. He could not actually deny his attraction to me (it’s quite apparent….if you get my drift). But, it hurt, badly.

We didn’t see each other again until the other night. He apologized many times for the things he said. Saying it truly was him hitting a wall and not knowing how to share his feelings with me. I told him he hurt me though and I was fully prepared to be just friends with him. He said, for what it’s worth, he’s still attracted to me.

I wanted to not let him in. Again. I wanted to spite him. Make him wait a little. But I also, desperately, wanted to press our lips, our bodies, together.

Well, we all know what feeling ruled out the other night.

Plain White T’s – “What More Do You Want?”

August 24, 2007. dating, Edward, everything but, Just friends, love, making out, music, Plain White T's, platonic, relationship, sexual guilt, single. Leave a comment.

But maybe I’m crazy. Maybe you’re crazy. Maybe we’re crazy.

About a month ago, I briefly dated this guy who I was falling for hard, fast. There is a back story to why we stopped seeing each other for a while and I will share that in my next post.

I shall refer to this man as “Edward” because he resembles Edward Norton very much – much to my delight! Edward has so many qualities I look for in a man: physically he is my type (tall, very slender), he’s well-read, cultured, sensitive, adventurous….

But, and it’s a major but, he’s a little fucked in the head. Maybe I’m being generous. He is fucked in the head. Period.

He is a very confused person, in general. He’s confused about his personality, what he wants in a relationship, his sexuality, me….I could go on and on.

In relation to his personality, he admits to fragmenting his personality and presenting each part to different people. With me his is “Proper Edward” and yes, while a well-spoken man is very attractive to me, it can come off as artificial and judgmental. I told him last night I would be happy with seeing his other sides as well. I think he would like to share them with me. He told me maybe I can show him how to unify his personality. (I feel this is a sign he truly wants to let me in. And I’m working on letting him in.)

He also admits he has concerns about his lack of long-term relationships and his ability to commit to another person. He has a lot of emotional boundaries. His only long relationship (a year) ended very badly and it left him very damaged when he already had intimacy issues. He said it took close to a year for him to feel he was truly opening up to her. And this was prior to her leaving him emotionally wrecked.

On this point though, I have to wonder what his intentions are with me. Does he want to be “just friends” ahem, friends with benefits? Does he want to seriously date me? He did insinuate he would like to get involved with me but he’s nervous because I “may cheat” on him. So that means he would want to be exclusive with me. I assured him I have no problem being faithful to someone.

Finally, He’s confused about himself in a major way – his sexuality. He is bisexual but he doesn’t feel he has gotten to explore himself in this area very well. I know he wants to. I cannot help him with this. Unless some male-female-male threesomes are in our future. One caveat: I do not want to be ignored! So, both men must be bisexual for me to agree to this.

But I don’t think one could call me the “normal” one.

I’m afraid to let him in. I’m afraid of falling for him and him hurting me very badly. So I play these games and act I don’t really care about him. I easily put up my defenses and spin his words.

Also, I have a mental block that doesn’t allow me to cum when we are being sexual. I think it has to do with the fact I have only orgasmed with my ex-fiance. He fingered and ate me out simultaneously and I must admit he made me feel crazy with desire. At that moment, I want his fingers inside of me for forever.

I also didn’t want to have sex with him because I fear I may fall in love with him. I’m really protective of myself around him. I feel on edge. Maybe it’s in response to his fears.

He later referred to us both as “headfucks.” And I must agree. We both put up a lot of walls. We get to this point where we’re both being pretty open and then bam! the wall is hit and we shut down and shut the other person out.

So what business do we have wanting to date the other?

One thing that we agreed on that may provide forshadowing and illuminate why we’re interested in one another: We both believe, on some level, that the greatest loves also torment.

Last night, after we were sexual, he stayed in my bed and held me, sweetly holding my hand as well. It made me feel like we were getting close to each other despite our walls. He announced he would be going home (he’s allergic to cats and I have one) but kept emphasizing he had a really great time with me. He asked me if I would like to hang out this weekend but I’m not sure if I can. But I do very much look forward to seeing him, holding him, kissing him, undressing him…..again.

I’m not sure what I’m doing here but it feels so good being around him. So I’m going to keep doing this. Even if I get hurt in the end.

Yep, maybe I’m crazy.

Gnarls Barkley – “Crazy”

August 23, 2007. casual sex, dating, Edward, everything but, Ex-fiance, Gnarls Barkley, love, making out, music, oral sex, relationship, sex, sexual guilt, single. 2 comments.

Hey Jealousy, listen to my heart. There’s only one thing I couldn’t start.

Tonight, I feel sad.

Thinking too much about OGF and First Love.

Over the weekend, when I saw First Love, I confessed to him how I had slept with OGF. He was shocked. And jealous. But his jealousy was completely egotistical and had nothing to do with having genuine feelings for me. He was just jealous OGF got to “hit it” when he had not. But then, I asked First Love if he thought the sex was most likely meaningless to OGF who has numerous casual sex encounters.

First Love assured me that the sex probably meant a lot to OGF.

But then….I couldn’t help but ask why he never wanted to date me. I didn’t mean to ask my First Love this but I just blurted it out.

Why had I never been enough? Once, a year ago or so, I asked OGF what he sees in his girlfriend. I asked him because he doesn’t seem particularly into her. I don’t think he’s that attracted to her, sexually stimulated by her or overall engaged by her. So, I asked him what he saw in her. Maybe I just wasn’t seeing things clearly. He then told me that he liked her because “she is driven.” I then said that many girls are driven, myself included. He just agreed and kept silent for a moment until the subject was changed. So, now, I go back to wondering, like I have before….

 Why did OGF never see me in that way? My First Love told me that it took OGF’s moving across the country for him to finally get up the nerve to make a move on me. He continued that he’s sure OGF could see me as girlfriend material but the timing was just never right. (It’s true that at least one of us has been in a relationship during our friendship. Well, there were a brief few months where we were both single many years ago but at the time we were both broken hearted.) Part of me desperately wishes this were true – that OGF would have loved to date me but the timing was just off.

Trainer, who has worked closely with OGF, told me he thinks OGF dates her because she “looks good on paper.” And yes, I can see this. She has successful parents and is beginning a very good, stable career. But this can’t be all, can it?

I don’t know how or why but I’ve never really seen her as a “real” girlfriend to him. Probably due to his lack of perceived enthusiasm over her by all I’ve spoken to about his relationship. Additionally, I like to think that if OGF was really in love with someone he wouldn’t cheat on them. But maybe this as good as gets in a romantic relationship with OGF? I just feel he’s going through the motions without emotion.

I do feel bad for his girlfriend. However, I don’t feel guilty. His lack of commitment to her far extends the one night him and I spent together. In an ideal situation we both would’ve been single but it wasn’t that way.

I just feel slightly jealous – why her and not me? Why did he move to be near her for school if he doesn’t seem that into her? Why hasn’t he at least emailed me a “hello”?

I am filled with self doubt, currently.

Gin Blossoms – “Hey Jealousy”

August 14, 2007. casual sex, dating, first love, Gin Blossoms, love, music, Oldest Guy Friend, relationship, sex, single, trainer. Leave a comment.

So why did I kiss him so hard….

I’m either so sick in the head, I need to be bled dry to quit. Or I just really used to love him. I sure hope that’s it”

Saturday night, I hung out with the first man (boy?) I ever loved.

This was to be the first time him and I hung out, alone together, in years. We dated, on and off, for 3 years. We finally ended things for good when I was 19 and a few months later I met my ex-fiance and was with him for close to 4 years. Since I have been single I have realized this second relationship was ultimately, a very long rebound. It took me close to 3 years to really feel I was over my First Love. He has this uncanny ability of being able to just really get under my skin and make me crave him. It was a very unhealthy relationship but I feel (or felt?) that I was at a place where him and I could be “just friends.”

He met me at my place for dinner. We walked to a nearby restaurant chit-chatting about our dating lives since we were together years ago. He recently was broken up with and is feeling sad about this. I assured him it will be ok. He then confided in me that he compares ever girl he dates to me and wonders if he will ever have as good of a relationship that we had. I was hesitant when he said this because we had a very tumultuous relationship. It’s true. Him and I had some wonderful times together because when it was good between us it was great but when it was bad, it was horrible.

We then went back to my place and I started sharing some of my favorite new CDs with him (I recently bought Fiona Apple’s and Rhett Miller’s newest albums – highly recommend both). Our shared passion for music worked as a bonding glue for us. He then started calling me “babe” and “baby.” I felt resentful of this. I feel he may just be playing with my emotions and exploiting how much I used to love him. I told him that I didn’t want to do anything sexual with him. After all, I was scared. I did not want to fall back in love with him. And although, I know he’s not what I want at all, I fear I can’t control myself when it comes to him. I used to feel so desperate when it came to him and I just didn’t want to experience this pain again.

He then said that he thinks he could fall back in love with me too. I just looked at him. Distrustful. I really don’t believe him. Or if he did fall back in love with me it would be because he’s lonely and not because he truly cares for me. I think I always loved him a lot more than he loved me. And this is one of the most painful experiences one can go through.

 However, despite my better judgment, I began cuddling with him and pressing our bodies together. Instantly, I felt a shock from the sexual chemistry we share. I have rarely felt so sexually alive and I just wanted to never let him go. Again. When we first dated, he was the first guy I did “everything but” with. We never actually had sex. I wasn’t ready and was still filled with so much sexual guilt at that time.

We didn’t kiss yet. But we did shower together. It was so surprising to see his naked body (and how well endowed he is! I had forgotten….) after so many years apart but at the same time it felt like no time had really passed. I wanted to give into my desire for him so badly but this time it was emotions, not sexual guilt, holding me back. Emotionally, he is dangerous for me.

Later, he joined me in my bed to sleep. We finally kissed at this point. And I never wanted it to end. Never since him has someone made me feel like we were one simply from kissing. I felt stupid for kissing him. Letting him in again possibly. But truth be told, even in the morning, after we awoke I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay. And make up for all this lost time.

I know however, this cannot or should not be.

So, I let him leave in the morning.

Fiona Apple – “Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)”

August 13, 2007. everything but, Ex, Ex-fiance, Fiona Apple, first love, Just friends, love, music, platonic, relationship, Rhett Miller, sex, sexual guilt, single. Leave a comment.

Please allow me to introduce myself

My name is Harlow. I am in my mid twenties. I went to Catholic school my whole life until college (much more on this is sure to follow). College educated. Background in sexuality.

And, I’m recently single after 4 years of being in a relationship (2 of those years I was cohabitating). The relationship ended after a very brief engagement. I will explore the ending of this relationship more, I’m sure.

I realized that I have not had enough dating experiences and sexual experiences to commit to someone right now. Some things that highlight this lack of experience:

1. I have only had two serious relationships. One was on-again/off-again from the ages of 16 to 19. Next, a few months after finally ending things with my first love, I met my now ex-fiance. I was still very much on the rebound after being very hurt but I ended up staying with him for just under 4 years.

2. Although I focused on human sexuality in college I have had only one sexual partner. And I didn’t “lose” my virginity until I was a month shy of turning 22. And that was with my second boyfriend.

3. The above has to do with me having an inordinate amount of sexual guilt. See why I thought it was necessary to mention I once was a Catholic schoolgirl!

So, after ending that relationship, I have decided to go on a dating and sexual journey.

I want to write this blog to explore this journey of mine. I’m sure it will be a bumpy ride but will most certainly prove entertaining for you, dear reader.

P.S. You may notice that I will be titling my blog entries with song lyrics. I will give credit to the song and band at the bottom of each entry.

Rolling Stones – “Sympathy for the Devil”

August 6, 2007. cohabitate, dating, ex-Catholic, Ex-fiance, love, music, relationship, Rolling Stones, sex, sexual guilt, single, virginity. Leave a comment.