So Chris has been talking about sex and dating, specifically as they apply to ‘friends’ on his blog and I have something to say about it. I know, you’re totally surprised. I started to post a comment but it came out all bitchy and so I didn’t post it, and now I have felt the need to air my dirty laundry on the web. I know, again, you’re totally surprised.
Most of the people I’ve dated have been friends first. Most of the people I’ve made out with and slept with have been friends first. Some of those people are still my friends. Some of those people remained my friends until I realized I still harbored anger or sex feelings for them and I broke off ties.
For me, dating has always been difficult. I blame my parents. They wouldn’t let me date until I was sixteen. By then, I wasn’t really interested in dating and just ended up hooking up with my friends when I was drunk. Yes. I was a drunk hooker-upper even in high school. I never had a boyfriend until I met Bob. I was 17. I was immediately attracted to him, and decided I would make him my best friend, so that I could get drunk and hook up with him on a regular basis. As is turns out, he did become my best friend that year. And we did get drunk and make out. Boy, those were the days. Like the time we got caught at a school dance wasted with a twelve pack of Zima in the back seat of my car and an open Coors in the cup holder. The cops called my mom (former high ranking official in town) and put Bob in handcuffs. Ah, young love. The thing about it was, I never had sex with him in high school. He and I were actually pretty chaste compared to my friends (one of whom got pregnant and dropped out).
I’m not gonna lie, there were definitely times when I got to college and people asked me how many sex partners I had, and I admitted I was a virgin, I felt a little shame. That’s because we live in a place where sex is seen as a rite of passage, and if you haven’t gotten it by college, you might be kind of a freak. Or there’s the feeling that you aren’t good enough or pretty enough and no one wanted to have sex with you. Sad. I know. Anyway, I made sure to have sex with Bob when I got back to Arizona on Christmas break. How romantic. Terrible. Bad experience, even though I was totally in love with Bob, I totally wasn’t ready to be having sex.
So, I am a bit socially retarded when it comes to boys. Men. Whatever. If I like a guy, I get drunk and try to make out with them. (Or sometimes I get drunk and tell them I like them, and sometimes I get drunk and tell them they’re an asshole.) So you can see that I have issues not only with boys but also with alcohol. It has been a good thing that this has mostly only happened with friends, because either A. They return the feelings and the next time we hook up we don’t have to be drunk, or B. They don’t return the feelings and think I was just drunk and it’s not an issue. Wow. I think I need some therapy.
What was my point before I realized I should look up an AA meeting? Um. Oh yeah, friends and dating and sex. My opinion had been that I could only date someone I was good friends with. I have trouble meeting people and then giving them the proper signals. Or maybe it’s trouble meeting people and not realizing that they’re just not that into me. So I’ve relied on the friend pool. Until now.
What is this “A Dating Story”? Blech, I know. I’m sorry. I really am. I just can’t stop.
Louie and I were ‘set up’. We have a friend in common. I’ve told you guys this before, right? I’m so boring, I’m repeating myself.
So. I have a great man in my life. He treats me way better than I deserve and I didn’t really know him before our first date. It so far is working better than my previous relationships were working when we got to the three-month mark. And I can’t really figure that out. 1. We didn’t really know each other that well at first, I had read his stuff, he had read mine, but we didn’t know things like, who our respective friends were, what our families were like, where we like to go, etc. etc. Which most of you are thinking is why you date people, to find out those things about them, but remember, I have pretty much only dated friends up to this point. Yeah. Socially retarded. 2. We had sex on the second date. Which was, yes, the day after the first date, and I totally wanted to have sex with him on the first date, but he turned me down (!) I was made to wait one whole day. And that didn’t seem to matter. Because even though I’m slutty, he still likes me. 3. We’ve decided to be honest with each other. I know. That’s totally crazy right? Honesty is a relationship killer. Apparently I was wrong about that too.
So in 28 years, 12 of which I’ve technically be ‘allowed’ to date, I’ve learned basically nothing, except that maybe all of my previous dating ‘strategies’ have been terribly, terribly wrong. And I now know that it doesn’t matter how much you think you know, you are always going to learn something about it the next time.
So would I recommend getting set up? Yes. Only because I’ve only been set up once with superior results. Would I recommend dating friends? Yes. Because, seriously, I don’t know how else you people meet people. Will we ever, ever find a way to figure out the best way to find a great person to be with? Nope. Never. We just gotta keep trying. Or be alone. There are your options.
Try –or- Be Alone
And there’s nothing wrong with being alone. I know. I really do.