A Brief Respite
For about a week now I’ve been obsessed with the doctor. It’s beginning to be a constant thought. Yesterday I started and completed a chapter titled “A New Prescriber.” I thought I’d come to a decision, some sort of conclusion, yet here I sit. Still writing, still obsessing.
I sent a response which I thought was honest and insightful. Her response was along the lines of she didn’t want someone who did it because she wanted him to but rather he actually enjoyed being the dominant partner.
This encounter has stretched my comfort zone, maybe immeasurably. She also added a question of whether I’d ever had a threesome. It’s funny cause I have but I don’t know if I should let her know.
I think my background and thoughts may be the challenge. I am so uncertain as to my next course of action I’m actually visiting with a friend, more experience with Filipina women, to seek his counsel.
It’s interesting that at 47 I am still learning about relationships with women. By any definition of the word, it’s a relationship. Yet, I’m here struggling.
Still wanting to be a people pleaser. Still insecure with feelings of inadequacy.
I’m becoming tired and frustrated. At some point, probably subconsciously, I thought the lessons would have ended. Yet here I am, still learning.
Still seeking counsel from those more experienced. Still feeling less than and not good enough. I HATE feeling this way. These feelings are merely feelings but the constant barrage is becoming annoying. A nuisance, a distraction from writing, from teaching, and living serenely and joyfully.
Since her message yesterday, I have responded. I’ve sent no reply. I have just thought of what to say and how to say what needs to be said. It’s the reason why I’m having dinner and seeking the counsel of someone other than myself. Upon his suggestion, I actually met her for the first time.
I have thoroughly enjoyed the sex. It’s been great. It’s been relieving and reassuring to be with someone who is actually physically attracted to me.
Our first meeting we were both uncomfortable, whereas our second meeting was more and better. I’m not going to be specific but it was great being with someone who’d been anticipating sex.
Better still, someone anticipating sex with me that’s been with me before.
What’s becoming evident is my prior relationships towards women, the strippers, the hookers, the escorts, and masturbation has distorted my feelings and emotions towards women. My actions have been led me to this place in time. I have to remedy my emotions and perversions, immediately and completely. I will not allow prior actions to continue to distort my future.
She’s an incredible woman. Brilliant, focused, educated, and sexy as hell. And the bonus is she’s attracted to someone like me. Albeit physical only at the moment, there’s an attraction. I don’t need anything further to develop, this is plenty, but I won’t run from what it currently is or the development of something more intimate.
Alas, I have begun to romanticize the idea of something more than what it it. She said it would happen and I’ve actively not been honest about the fantasy of something more. So I have to follow specific direction from someone more experienced. I have an idea of how the conversation will unfold. My thoughts are he will instruct me to stop overcomplicating the issue.
To continue to have sex with her just the way she wants and do whatever I like within the confines of the bedroom.
My preverse behavior towards women led to my objectification of women. This situation is totally different from my past experiences. She’s specific told me what she desires and trusts me to fulfill her desires. My distorted thinking and prior actions are limiting my current behavior.
I can see the problem, yet I’m uncertain on the action needed to manifest an appropriate solution. I will find the answer tonight at dinner.
If the answer is walk away. I will. If it’s as I stated above, I will.
My primary objective is to eliminate my racing emotions and move forward. The direction is irrelevant. I feel as if I’ve been stagnant for about a week, actually five days, but stagnant nonetheless. I need to move forward. Swirling emotions and indecision are not great allies.
I have to make an informed decision and abide by that decision.