Strange relations
Jan. 28th, 2003 03:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
herewiss13People are strange, women more so than most.
New friend K., due to various life traumas, splits relationships into three categories: friends, more than friends (platonic and physical) and sexual (or as I prefer, intimate...since it certainly can involve physicality without, as she puts it "the two zones"). The third is verboten, both taboo and completely unappealing to her, a basically asexual individual. So for a variety of reason's we've fallen almost instantly into column two.
Which is how I ended up waking up in another person's bed for the first time ever this morning.
Fully clothed, of course.
Now I know of myself that I can go from acquaintance to infatuation in thirty seconds flat. I recognize this and try to keep it in mind when meeting new people who are ::gasp!:: interested in meeting me.
Sometimes though, you just get so damn tired of never touching anyone else, so I can respect K.'s strange relationship system, even if I can't quite understand it.
I've no idea how K. arrived at this point, though massive depression is apparently involved (to which I can certainly relate).
So, almost by accident, I got to not leave her dorm room all Sunday night. With homework and talking and this and that, approaching sleep didn't even get started until 3am...and she had class at 8! So not much sleep was had. You can tell this by my rather fractured syntax.
What I recall was nice, though. I expect, however, that it was a much different experience than intimate sleepovers, regardless of what might go on prior to slumber on those occasions.
Once you figure out how to place limbs so they won't fall asleep (veeery tricky stuff), the whole body-heat issue is really nice. You don't often get "toasty. And with the warm there's the soft weight, and the trust and comfort of someone able to go unconscious right in front of you.
::sigh:: I've known this lovely gal just about two weeks now. Trust me to go about things absolutely arse-backwards.
Something tells me that my desire for things to "move forwards" will someday clash with her complete lack of desire to move anywhere (it's not a lack of desire for me, which is understandable, it's a lack of desire ever which is not...and probably less than healthy, really (and no, I'm not just saying that because I'm a guy). And let us not forget to mention the four year age difference which occasionally appears to freak her out much more than it does me. But, with luck, it'll have been nice while it lasted. And I can help her out with her Spanish in the meantime.
::shrug:: What else are you going to do?
Certainly, though, more perplexed thoughts (if somewhat less muddled and rambling), will be forthcoming, as I yet again fail to assail the Feminine Mind.
One of us is crazy, and I can only pray it isn't me.
...I am soooo screwed.
New friend K., due to various life traumas, splits relationships into three categories: friends, more than friends (platonic and physical) and sexual (or as I prefer, intimate...since it certainly can involve physicality without, as she puts it "the two zones"). The third is verboten, both taboo and completely unappealing to her, a basically asexual individual. So for a variety of reason's we've fallen almost instantly into column two.
Which is how I ended up waking up in another person's bed for the first time ever this morning.
Fully clothed, of course.
Now I know of myself that I can go from acquaintance to infatuation in thirty seconds flat. I recognize this and try to keep it in mind when meeting new people who are ::gasp!:: interested in meeting me.
Sometimes though, you just get so damn tired of never touching anyone else, so I can respect K.'s strange relationship system, even if I can't quite understand it.
I've no idea how K. arrived at this point, though massive depression is apparently involved (to which I can certainly relate).
So, almost by accident, I got to not leave her dorm room all Sunday night. With homework and talking and this and that, approaching sleep didn't even get started until 3am...and she had class at 8! So not much sleep was had. You can tell this by my rather fractured syntax.
What I recall was nice, though. I expect, however, that it was a much different experience than intimate sleepovers, regardless of what might go on prior to slumber on those occasions.
Once you figure out how to place limbs so they won't fall asleep (veeery tricky stuff), the whole body-heat issue is really nice. You don't often get "toasty. And with the warm there's the soft weight, and the trust and comfort of someone able to go unconscious right in front of you.
::sigh:: I've known this lovely gal just about two weeks now. Trust me to go about things absolutely arse-backwards.
Something tells me that my desire for things to "move forwards" will someday clash with her complete lack of desire to move anywhere (it's not a lack of desire for me, which is understandable, it's a lack of desire ever which is not...and probably less than healthy, really (and no, I'm not just saying that because I'm a guy). And let us not forget to mention the four year age difference which occasionally appears to freak her out much more than it does me. But, with luck, it'll have been nice while it lasted. And I can help her out with her Spanish in the meantime.
::shrug:: What else are you going to do?
Certainly, though, more perplexed thoughts (if somewhat less muddled and rambling), will be forthcoming, as I yet again fail to assail the Feminine Mind.
One of us is crazy, and I can only pray it isn't me.
...I am soooo screwed.
