April 2, 2012
Stop Giving up everything for men.
Thats what my lover said to me this morning as we lay in bed with our awkwardness that accompanies the decision of when to retreat from each other and carry on with life. It was the first time he’s stayed at my place, and he’s the first man Ive been with in this apartment. He’s also the first man I’ve ever carried on a sexually casual affair without any expectations of a relationship. That part isnt totally true. There have been men who have tried, and failed before, with one or another of us becoming inexplicably attached to the other, full well knowing there was no potential for anything more. I was never able to separate sex from love, and even now I struggle not to feel lingering sadness when our time together is over. Its not that he’s right for me, god no. Yet somehow we manage to balance this completely honest friendship and safety net, with the verbal agreement that we are both fucked up and in no way able to date each other. Perhaps even if we werent fucked up we wouldn’t want to anyway.
For a month we have had a string of what feels like really nice one night stands. We only see each other at night, like stray lovers keeping affairs from significant others. He uses his children as an excuse for our strictly nocturnal adventures, but I understand his reluctance. Day time makes things real, its the time when people fall in love. Its when you see exactly what shade of gold her eyes are, and the way they avert yours when you tell her she’s beautiful. Its the anxiety you feel in telling her she’s beautiful when she is at her least seductive, fully clothed, framed in wind swept hair and $5 sunglasses. You see her in the way that only lovers do. D is for daytime, D is for dangerous.
Our night usually begins in some typically detached fashion, a hug and a kiss on the cheek, followed by discussions on where to grab dinner. Hardly a date, nothing is planned, no activities are suggested. Its late into the night, when your only choices are loud bars or painfully romantic, dim lit cafes. With little choice it’s always where we can have the best conversation, as we have managed to connect in a complete and whole way regardless of our carnal agenda. Yet, We never betray our surroundings. There is no hand holding, no long wistful gazes, no salutations of wine and whiskey. Our conversations always take the shape of good friends, with great affection for each other, and genuine concern. Never about the weather, nor God, or politics but rather of family obligations, failing dreams, and hopeful futures. We have skipped the bullshit of small talk and dove right into discovering each others intimacies. Its hardly made the acquaintance casual, and challenged my ability to stay disconnected. In my 30’s Ive discovered there is little more to happy relationships than open communication and mind blowing sex.
He’s been clear right from the start about our potential. There is none. He’s out of a long term relationship, a single father older than I am, with no career to speak of, and desperate attempts at a creative calling in music. Even if we’ve been seeing each other for a month, he’s not inclined to acknowledge the amount of time, or that in one week we had three nights together. He has purposefully kept physical distance from me in public and private. I didnt know what the palm of his hand felt like until our fifth time together, when he quietly rested it in mine after sex. It had never been there before, and the irony of our sex being less intimate than that gesture was not lost on me. My instincts fought against one another, half wanting to recoil from his warmth, the other wanting to squeeze tight and desperate like. I settled on nervous finger movements, and constant changing of hand position.
He is the first man I’ve ever had sex with that would not hug me in public, or kiss me without it leading to sex immediately after. The same man who kisses me with passion and vigor during love making, yet will not let so much as a cold foot drift to my side of the bed during sleep.
*Forgive me, but this post has not been finished. He stopped seeing me shortly after this and I never felt inspired to give him any more of my energy. *
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