Dating

Loving More

My last relationship was the first I’ve ever been in where I wasn’t the person to love more. In the past, I’ve always had more love for my partner. I’ve been more devoted. I’ve been more giving, to the point of letting men use me.

Being the one who loved less was a truly enlightening experience for me. I finally got to feel what all the men I’ve dated and loved have felt. I really enjoyed feeling the love that my (then) boyfriend had for me. His desire to spoil me and even just treat me well made me realize how shitty some (most) of the men I had previously dated had treated me.

At the same time, it was hard not being able to return the feelings for him that he had for me. I was honest with him all along about what I was and wasn’t feeling, and he understood that I wasn’t going to tell him I loved him if I didn’t feel that way. Unlike all the men whom I’ve loved who haven’t loved me, I was ok with him telling me he loved me. I knew it was true. He couldn’t help how much love he felt for me, and I couldn’t force love to grow on my part. I wasn’t going to forbid him from expressing his feelings though other men in the past have forbidden me from expressing mine for them.

Part of me still wishes I could have returned that love for him, but most of me knows it wasn’t meant to be. I just wasn’t going to fall in love with him. I do hope he finds a woman who can return his love, though, because he was such a loving man.

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Attraction

One of the things I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating since my last relationship ended is attraction. What causes attraction? What creates that chemistry that attracts us to someone? What causes our heartstrings to go “ping”?

I initially had a crush on the last guy I was in a relationship with. He was kind and loving. He was very attracted to me. I was hoping that the instant attraction he felt for me would eventually be reciprocated on my part. I’ve had deeper attraction grow in other relationships after a few dates when I was initially hesitant. That attraction didn’t happen, though. The few feelings I had from the crush rapidly disappeared. That highly powerful sexual desire never grew for me. It just wasn’t there.

Yet with the very next date I went on, I was attracted to my date almost instantly. There was something magical there. Midway through the date, he said something (about a train, certainly not a romantic statement), and my heart felt like it had been struck by lightning. Why was this man attracting me so much when the previous man had not?

Obviously we can’t control whom we fall in love with. We can’t control who falls in love with us either. It all just happens. I wish it wasn’t so inexplicable, though. What makes the sparks fly? Why are we so much more attracted to certain people than others? Why is love so complicated?

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And Then It Was Over

Despite my great optimism about it, my most recent relationship only lasted a month. He is a great guy and has a lot to offer for the right woman. I just am not that woman.

From our first date, he began falling in love with me. He was certain that I was The One. I didn’t feel that instant chemistry to make me believe that he might be my forever guy, but I was open to seeing if it might grow.

For him, the love kept blooming. I never had any questions about his feelings for me. He was truly enamored with me. I liked him a lot, but as much as I wanted the love to grow, it just didn’t develop. Instead, the opposite happened. The initial lust I felt for him quickly faded away. I found myself thinking of him as a friend instead of a lover. I became resentful about the idea of having sex with him because it just didn’t feel right to me any more.

Once I knew that the love was never going to develop for me, I couldn’t lead him on with him hoping so much that I would eventually feel more. I just knew it would never be there. So I did what I felt was the merciful thing, and I let him know that I very much wanted to remain friends, but I couldn’t offer him more.

He told me I would never hear from him again.

While I hope that was a statement made in anger and pain, he has disconnected from me on all social networks. I know there’s a chance I won’t ever hear from him, and that saddens me. He is a great guy, and I had a lot of fun with him. We laughed quite a bit together. It just wasn’t the right romantic relationship for me.

I hope he does find the woman he is looking for. He had informed me early in the relationship that he would never date again if things didn’t work out with me, but he’d already reactivated his dating profiles the day after we ended things. I take that as a sign he hasn’t truly given up hope.

Relationships aren’t easy, but just finding a good one to be a part of is really a struggle.

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Oh, the Irony

Remember when I wrote that I find masturbation a chore? It’s still usually true.

Yesterday, however, my boyfriend whispered in my ear at the grocery store that he was putting me on a two week masturbation restriction. Dear heavens, that was sexy as fuck.

And now? Now I want to masturbate. Oh, the irony.

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A New Theory

My spanking fetish continues to be AWOL most of the time. I thought it was due to medication changes, but that doesn’t seem to have played out.

Perimenopausal hormone shifts may be playing in. Most of the month, I had have no desire for anything related to spanking. Sometimes I’ll get a small spike in interest when my hormones change around ovulation and my period, but most months I’m not even getting that anymore.

When I look at spanking porn and spanking erotica most of the time right now, I’m either uninterested or repulsed. They just don’t work for me. I find this puzzling at best. Even more vanilla porn or erotica aren’t working for me either any more. I desperately want to have passionate (relatively) vanilla sex with a man who wants to have sex with me, but the rest of it… eh. No interest. This is a pretty radical change for me from how I’ve been in recent years.

My newest theory is that the real culprit is the lack of sex in my life. I’m turning into a female eunuch. I’m not using it, so I’m losing it.

Seriously, this is the longest dry spell I’ve had in quite a while. It’s definitely not working for me, but I’m also unwilling to settle for a hookup right now. I’m happier when I’m in a relationship with some stability rather than just finding sex for sex’s sake. Maybe that’s a sign that I’m getting old and wise!

My blog posts will probably continue to be erratic as a result. When I do have a burst of kinky desire, I try to pre-schedule several future posts. Lately, though, I haven’t even had the interest in doing that. I really hope that will change in the near future, though.

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A Valentine’s Day Secret

This blog post brought to you by a bottle of red wine and a box of assorted dark chocolates, both of which were bought by me, for me.

Psst. Wanna know a secret?

I hate Valentine’s Day.

Twice a year, I let the calendar get to me a lot more than I should. Valentine’s Day is one of those two occasions. And even though it’s not even February yet, the big ol’ V-Day curse is haunting me and depressing me.

You see, I’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend, lover or partner. Never. Ever. For some reason, fate laughs at me, and I’m always single on Valentine’s Day, left alone to watch all the other happy people surrounding me as they celebrate their love for each other.

The only time I wasn’t single on Valentine’s Day was when I was dating or married to my now ex-husband, and even when we were dating he didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. He didn’t see the point. He already had me following him around like a dope because I was so head over heels for him, so why should he do anything out of the ordinary for me? He didn’t think he had to because he knew my love for him was assured. Hence, he never once bought me a card, flowers, chocolates, jewelry or even wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. Instead, it was just another ordinary day to him. I bought him cards, wrote him love letters, bought him candy and gave him flowers. He just didn’t return the sentiments.

So even though I had a partner on Valentine’s Day for so many years, I still had to watch others lugging roses from their boyfriends around campus, or in later years, posting pictures of them on Facebook with notes about how amazing their partners were. Me? Nope. Nothing to post. Nothing at all.

This year all the Valentine’s Day marketing seems to have started earlier than usual, and it already has put me in my February funk. While Valentine’s Day is still more than two weeks away, I can pretty much be assured I won’t be having kinky sex then to celebrate my love for a man or his love for me. Instead, I’ll be here drinking my wine and binge eating my chocolates. Alone.

Valentine’s Day really sucks for the singles, y’all. No matter how much “Singles Appreciation Day” spin you try to put on it, when you want to be in a relationship and aren’t, it just is no fun to watch everyone else around you celebrating their romantic love with their partners.

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