Alisaura
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Uncertainty is NOT always a guiding light. Some times it's a pain in the arse.
Some background information first - I'm 23 years old, never had a bf (or a gf before you ask, but I'm fairly sure I'm straight), never been properly kissed. I think "fridgid" is the word they used to use. Sheltered upbringings can only account for so much. I'm as innocent physically, and to an extent, emotionally as they come.
(I realise this may be too much information for some of you - sorry.)
Up until recently, my crushes on guys were restricted to (older) famous people (eg, U2) and this super-charming American guy I met at uni who is now probably (wishing he was) hunting down Mr Bin Laden and saving the universe.
My parents are about 19 years apart in age, my father turned 76 this year and my mother will shortly be 57. I'm the eldest of two children, my brother is 6 years younger than me. My parents left childrearing a bit late
I met a guy about 4 weeks ago... I knew him off the internet, but not well at all, and I must emphasise we were not in any way having a net relationship. We chatted maybe twice. He is currently travelling around the world, meeting people from the online community he knows thru that chat room and bulletin board, as he goes. Not this one. I learned he was coming through here, and just out of curiousity I emailed him a couple of weeks before hand and asked him if he'd like to just meet up and say hello. He's 41 years old and from England, no thought was in my head but meeting someone from this chat, which would be cool. Besides, everyone he'd met in the US said he was really nice.
He had only planned to stay one day here, but he ended up staying around for 3 days... We met on a wednesday, had a great conversation, laughed our arses off, hung shit on each others accent, agreed that cricket was the most boring sport in the universe, and talked about other net people.
Did I mention his accent sounds a LOT like Adam Clayton's? He also looks damn good for 41. I wanted to see more of him and he apprently felt the same way so we spent thursday night together too.
I'll cut it short, we got along very well indeed. We were both interested... nothing happened because for some reason I am petrified of physical closeness, which must be a bit tough on him cos he's a very tactile person. The age gap freaks us both out a bit, but because of my parents it doesn't bother me that much (although it turns out both our parents are about the same age)... what bothers me more is his exes and family details back in England, which I won't elaborate on.
He talked me into going to Melbourne with him... I was feeling impulsive and despite only having known him for 2 days, I trusted him. And so far my trust has not been taken advantage of in any way. We stayed in Melbourne having a great time until Tuesday, by which point I was really feeling the unreality and needed to get back to normalcy. I was "weirded out", as he would say. So was he but there were other ppl in Melbourne he had to meet up with. So I ran back to real life. We didn't get to say goodbye properly cos another net person dropped me off at the train station and we didn't want rumours flying about the bulletin board. Hug, there's my train, take care, have fun, email me...
I was shoved immediately back into real life, bass lesson, driving lesson, donate blood, back to work after my (well timed!) week off. I thought of him quite a lot. But I didn't have a chance to really think about it until I started writing the whole thing down in my diary. I surprised myself at how much I missed him, and I started kicking myself for not saying this, doing that, staying longer, etc... I knew I would probably not see him again, or not for years anyway. Cue the crying at night with loud music on the headphones.
On the Tuesday after I got back I sent him a huge confused email and cried all over my keyboard. He rang my mobile at work the next day, which shocked the shit out of me and made me feel a lot better. (I also got my drivers license that day!)
Cutting it short again... I am extremely confused. He is coming back to see me in a few weeks, to try and do the normal dating thing and see if there really is anything there, or if it was just an infatuation thing...
And I can't figure out what I think, feel, want, anything. I miss him, I want to see him, but I'm not getting palpitations or anything, I don't feel about him how I felt about, say Bono or Edge when I was madly in love with them. The sad thing is, that is the only experience I have with emotional stuff like that. I enjoyed the snuggling we did, but anything more than a little kiss freaked me out, and the idea of sex scares me. Why? Am I a complete freak? Why am I so afraid? Does it mean I'm not really attracted to him? If I was, wouldn't I want to stick my tongue down his throat and the rest of it?
HOW DOES ALL THIS WORK?!?!!?
I've talked to my mum and my best friend, and I've talked to him a lot... I decided last night that I'm stressing about the whole thing too much and I should just relax and see what happens with no pressure...
But at the same time, I think I'm stupid for not taking an opportunity to learn how it works on some one who is very kind and considerate (and experienced, *ahem*). I'm afraid of looking and feeling stupid, I'm just way fucked up.
Okay, I only knew him for a week... I don't know him. That's the thing... with me it's going to take forever and a day to figure anything out. And time is not something he has vast amounts of, he's supposed to be in Africa for 10 weeks at some point before he sods off back to the UK. Then what? As he put it, I've gone and chosen someone almost unavailable. Almost.
This sucks. But he's a great guy and I really want to get to know him better. And from what I can tell, he can't get me out of his head. Which is giving my ego no end of boosting.
Sorry this is so long.
Help?
PS - goddamnit, of all the times I could have used my bloody alias... *sigh*
Some background information first - I'm 23 years old, never had a bf (or a gf before you ask, but I'm fairly sure I'm straight), never been properly kissed. I think "fridgid" is the word they used to use. Sheltered upbringings can only account for so much. I'm as innocent physically, and to an extent, emotionally as they come.
(I realise this may be too much information for some of you - sorry.)
Up until recently, my crushes on guys were restricted to (older) famous people (eg, U2) and this super-charming American guy I met at uni who is now probably (wishing he was) hunting down Mr Bin Laden and saving the universe.
My parents are about 19 years apart in age, my father turned 76 this year and my mother will shortly be 57. I'm the eldest of two children, my brother is 6 years younger than me. My parents left childrearing a bit late
I met a guy about 4 weeks ago... I knew him off the internet, but not well at all, and I must emphasise we were not in any way having a net relationship. We chatted maybe twice. He is currently travelling around the world, meeting people from the online community he knows thru that chat room and bulletin board, as he goes. Not this one. I learned he was coming through here, and just out of curiousity I emailed him a couple of weeks before hand and asked him if he'd like to just meet up and say hello. He's 41 years old and from England, no thought was in my head but meeting someone from this chat, which would be cool. Besides, everyone he'd met in the US said he was really nice.
He had only planned to stay one day here, but he ended up staying around for 3 days... We met on a wednesday, had a great conversation, laughed our arses off, hung shit on each others accent, agreed that cricket was the most boring sport in the universe, and talked about other net people.
Did I mention his accent sounds a LOT like Adam Clayton's? He also looks damn good for 41. I wanted to see more of him and he apprently felt the same way so we spent thursday night together too.
I'll cut it short, we got along very well indeed. We were both interested... nothing happened because for some reason I am petrified of physical closeness, which must be a bit tough on him cos he's a very tactile person. The age gap freaks us both out a bit, but because of my parents it doesn't bother me that much (although it turns out both our parents are about the same age)... what bothers me more is his exes and family details back in England, which I won't elaborate on.
He talked me into going to Melbourne with him... I was feeling impulsive and despite only having known him for 2 days, I trusted him. And so far my trust has not been taken advantage of in any way. We stayed in Melbourne having a great time until Tuesday, by which point I was really feeling the unreality and needed to get back to normalcy. I was "weirded out", as he would say. So was he but there were other ppl in Melbourne he had to meet up with. So I ran back to real life. We didn't get to say goodbye properly cos another net person dropped me off at the train station and we didn't want rumours flying about the bulletin board. Hug, there's my train, take care, have fun, email me...
I was shoved immediately back into real life, bass lesson, driving lesson, donate blood, back to work after my (well timed!) week off. I thought of him quite a lot. But I didn't have a chance to really think about it until I started writing the whole thing down in my diary. I surprised myself at how much I missed him, and I started kicking myself for not saying this, doing that, staying longer, etc... I knew I would probably not see him again, or not for years anyway. Cue the crying at night with loud music on the headphones.
On the Tuesday after I got back I sent him a huge confused email and cried all over my keyboard. He rang my mobile at work the next day, which shocked the shit out of me and made me feel a lot better. (I also got my drivers license that day!)
Cutting it short again... I am extremely confused. He is coming back to see me in a few weeks, to try and do the normal dating thing and see if there really is anything there, or if it was just an infatuation thing...
And I can't figure out what I think, feel, want, anything. I miss him, I want to see him, but I'm not getting palpitations or anything, I don't feel about him how I felt about, say Bono or Edge when I was madly in love with them. The sad thing is, that is the only experience I have with emotional stuff like that. I enjoyed the snuggling we did, but anything more than a little kiss freaked me out, and the idea of sex scares me. Why? Am I a complete freak? Why am I so afraid? Does it mean I'm not really attracted to him? If I was, wouldn't I want to stick my tongue down his throat and the rest of it?
HOW DOES ALL THIS WORK?!?!!?
I've talked to my mum and my best friend, and I've talked to him a lot... I decided last night that I'm stressing about the whole thing too much and I should just relax and see what happens with no pressure...
But at the same time, I think I'm stupid for not taking an opportunity to learn how it works on some one who is very kind and considerate (and experienced, *ahem*). I'm afraid of looking and feeling stupid, I'm just way fucked up.
Okay, I only knew him for a week... I don't know him. That's the thing... with me it's going to take forever and a day to figure anything out. And time is not something he has vast amounts of, he's supposed to be in Africa for 10 weeks at some point before he sods off back to the UK. Then what? As he put it, I've gone and chosen someone almost unavailable. Almost.
This sucks. But he's a great guy and I really want to get to know him better. And from what I can tell, he can't get me out of his head. Which is giving my ego no end of boosting.
Sorry this is so long.
Help?
PS - goddamnit, of all the times I could have used my bloody alias... *sigh*
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