Your guy friend wants to get into your pants.

August 31, 2008 at 12:48 am | Posted in relationships, sex | 4 Comments
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Photo by permanently scatterbrainedLadies, do you ever wonder whether your guy friends are secretly interested in dating or having sex with you? If you don’t, then you really, really should start. Now.

All heterosexual women need to familiarize themselves with Ladder Theory. The fundamental premise of the theory is that since (straight) men want to have sex with any woman they come into contact with, it’s impossible for (straight) men and women to be “just friends” without the issue of sex coming up. Since most straight women do draw lines between the men they would have sex with under the right conditions and the men they would never get naked with even if the world were going to end tomorrow, they wrongly believe that their heterosexual male friends are actually perfectly happy being fully-clothed friends with them forever and ever.

If you put faith into this fallacious notion, you are bound for a rude awakening. I’ve already had mine, and I’d like to spare you the sense of violation and betrayal that accompanies it. And since everyone loves a story, I’ll share my own.

A story for you!

In college I made friends with a rather odd but sweet boy named Todd. To be fair, my school was full of weirdos, which was why I’d gone there in the first place. Anyway, Todd was intelligent, honest, and considerate, if a bit eccentric. Because I’m the type of person who prefers a few very close friends to a lot of more casual relationships, Todd and I started spending a great deal of time together – sharing meals in the dining halls, taking trips out of town, and hanging out in the evenings. (At the time I was friends with him and two other boys.) I was in the process of an excruciatingly complex breakup and was also taking advantage of my almost-freedom to have sex with lots of charming boys I’d been “friends” with for the past year or so. But I felt no sexual attraction whatsoever to Todd. He was a bit goofy looking, in a good-natured way, but I failed to get any kind of sexual vibe from him. Anyway, Todd and I spent a lot of time in each other’s dorm rooms, just chatting or listening to music. During the cold winter months, I found myself in his room late at night, sleepy and reluctant to make the walk back through the cold to my own dorm.

“You can just sleep here if you like,” he said.

“I don’t know about that,” I responded, “though it’s nice of you to offer.”

“It’s not like anything would happen. You’d just sleep here. I could sleep on the floor in my sleeping bag if you like.”

” It’s OK. I think I’ll just walk.”

This happened a few times. I was comforted by Todd’s reassurances that of course nothing sexual would happen. I had met my share of jerks by the time I was 19, so I remained wary of him even after months of steady, uneventful friendship, but he continued to seem innocuous.

One night he was in my room and it got late. I finally felt comfortable enough with him to offer to let him sleep over. I was excited by the prospect of becoming so close with a platonic friend of the opposite sex, and to reach that level of trust. We slept side by side on my twin bed, fully clothed in pajamas (he was wearing sweatpants).

About forty-five minutes after we’d said good night, I stirred from my sleep and opened my eyes to see him staring at me.

“What are you doing? Can’t you sleep?” I asked.

“Just looking at you,” he said. And then he moved in to kiss me.

Unfortunately, my WTF reaction was no match for my “be a good girl and give the man what he wants” programming. So we ended up making out for a while and fooling around.

The next day, I was in shock about what had happened. Mostly I felt lied to and taken advantage of. Unfortunately, he seemed to have seen nothing wrong with anything that had happened, and refused to acknowledge that he had violated my trust.

(Incidentally, of the two other male friends I’d been close with that year, one of them I was also not attracted to; he ended up finally accusing me of “sleeping with everyone but him.” The third one, well, I was attracted to him, and we ended up consummating our lust at the end of the year once he had broken up with his girlfriend.)

The moral of the story

You can take my anecdote with a grain of salt if you like, but do so at your own risk. Since this unfortunate incident, almost every one of my guy friends has expressed admitted he would like to sleep with all of his female friends.

You’ll notice that I’ve implied I still have guy friends; yes, it is possible, if you heed these three ground rules.

Don’t lead him on. Yes, he might be your primary emotional support, but if he is giving you all of his time and energy and you’re not putting out, then you’re doing him a major disservice. Have a heart and let him loose; you don’t have to kick him out of your life, but you might consider laying it out for him (e.g. “Hey, we’re never going to have sex, I’m sorry”) and/or actively encouraging him to date and get serious with someone else.

Don’t let your guard down. Most, if not all, guys are socially conditioned to believe that a woman can mean “yes” even though she says “no.” This is a horrible, horrible vestige of a more oppressive period in our social history, and if you’ve dated more than three guys in your life, you probably realize how much of that bullshit is still hanging around. So even if you tell a guy you don’t want to sleep with him, he will continue to think he has a chance. He will interpret every invitation to greater “platonic” intimacy and every ambiguous nonverbal signal as an indication that you might give it up after all. Set your boundaries firmly and don’t be so sure you can trust your guy friend to treat you honorably when you’re vulnerable. If he doesn’t, it’s not necessarily because he’s a scumbag, but may be just because he’s clueless about interpreting your behavior. Which leads me to the last ground rule:

Don’t lose faith in men entirely. I know it looks bleak, especially if you actually checked out that Ladder Theory website and felt disgusted at its strongly misogynistic tone. Not all of them are harbor malicious intentions; many of them are simply misguided, ignorant and clumsy, as well as doggedly persistent in the face of terrible odds. It’s worth remembering that men have a lot to offer as both friends and partners; for one thing, if you’ve ever dated a woman you will probably agree with me that men are incredibly simple creatures, sometimes blessedly so. If you can accept how they work, it’s not too hard to get along with them.

Do you have experience with this kind of relationship? If so, do you have other advice you’d like to share? Perhaps you’d like to tell me I’m full of shit? Bring it on.

Coming soon:

  • Tips for males on how to deal with sexual attraction to female friends.
  • What to do when the sexual attraction is mutual but neither of you has the balls to do anything about it.

Stay tuned!

N.B.: I realize that this post fails to address other sexual orientations. I can’t say how effectively the fundamentals of Ladder Theory describe bisexuals, homosexuals, etc., nor am I able to address its application to genderqueer individuals. It seems the theory has come under fire for failing to address those groups, and my own personal experience can attest to its validity only in the realm of cisgender heterosexuals. (I really hope I’m using all those terms correctly. If you see I’m not, please educate me.)

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Friends with sexual tension

August 18, 2008 at 12:15 am | Posted in relationships | Leave a comment
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Last night during my cock-obsessed hours, I happened to leave the TV on a channel that started showing Will and Grace reruns. It’s not a show I choose to watch, but I tolerate it if it’s on. Anyway, I managed to catch a couple of the subplots; one revolved around Will running into an ex at a restaurant and making a big fucking deal about it. He was suddenly worried that he’d made a mistake in ending the relationship. When he finally talked to the guy, his ex reported that he was happy and his life was moving forward and he was seeing someone new.

Will came back to Grace devastated. And Grace held his hand and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. It’s always hard to hear that your ex is happy.” And you could tell that the audience wasn’t sure whether this was supposed to be funny; no one laughed, but you could feel the tension. It’s a terrible, selfish thing to feel like crap about an ex being happy with someone else, but isn’t that just how it goes?

I talked to one of my more recent exes – Jon – tonight for the first time in about two months. He asked me what was new and I told him I’d broken up with that crazy poly couple (his response when I’d told him about the relationship two months before had been “That sounds terrible;” he had been right, though I didn’t want to admit it then). And then he told me he was seeing someone. I congratulated him; luckily for me, it’s a lot easier to fake sincerity over IMs.

This is a tendency of mine, if you haven’t noticed: I like to cling to past relationships, to look back and say, “yeah, that wasn’t so bad… he was a good guy… i really cared about him… we had something. Maybe there’s something worth going back for.” And I just like to have that option available. Never mind that Jon and I aren’t very sexually compatible (he’s extremely passive and his sex-drive is as close to non-existent as a 26-year-old male’s can get), and he’s also strongly opposed to open relationships, so there’s no way a romantic relationship would have worked out between us. As long as I’m settling for sexual/romantic arrangements that fail to satisfy my needs, he would have been a decent candidate. We had such a nice rapport: he was easygoing and comfortable and affectionate and goofy and intelligent and domestic. A really good balance to my moody insanity.

Bah.

I read a blog post tonight about how to handle a breakup. It was written in a blog that I’m coming to find irritating in its relentless positivity (but that’s a topic for another post). Anyway, in the first section there was mention of how the end of a romantic relationship doesn’t have to mean the end of the friendship, too. You can preserve the connection, the intimacy and the love you feel for one another and just remove all of the romantic baggage. Wow, that sounds really nice, doesn’t it?

But here’s the problem: I’m not at all sure it’s possible to be friends with someone you were once sexually or romantically attracted to (see my blog post on this topic, “Your guy friend wants to get into your pants”). Poly Dude was of this opinion too, more specifically that men and women in general are not capable of being “just friends” without sexual tension. Sex is always in the equation, whether or not both parties acknowledge it. In fact, because Poly Dude was bi and incredibly attractive to both sexes (sigh), he felt that friendship in general was not possible without sexual tension. In his opinion, then, there is no pure form of friendship in practice. His girlfriend Kristen and I disagreed with this, saying the problem was exclusive to men, though ironically my friendship/relationship with her came apart because she developed strong sexual feelings for me. I think I generally manage my female-female friendships without any significant sexual tension, though this may be simply because of brutal, largely unconscious repression mechanisms at work in my psyche.

But with men, I’ve come to expect that either I will want to have sex with a guy or he will want to have sex with me. Most men are willing to have sex with any given woman, under the right circumstances. Because of this, I can never get too close to a guy “platonically” because the more intimate we become, the greater the possibility that he will somehow misinterpret and try to make a move on me. Alternatively, even if he doesn’t misinterpret my behavior, his attraction to me might turn to resentment at not sleeping with him. Both of these scenarios have occurred in my life with boys I considered very close friends. Maybe they were just idiots and it’s unfair to generalize. But so far I haven’t found an exception to the rule.

I was thinking about this regarding Luke, who told me again the other night that he was happy “just being friends” when I said I wasn’t interested in casual sex. But come on. The level of attraction there is ridiculous; it’s force unto itself. Do I think we could hang out casually and not feel that lust coursing between us? Fuck no. Not possible, no way.

But when I think about it with respect to Jon I just get sad. It reminds me that the level of intimacy that we aspired to together is no longer possible between us. Maybe this is just how people in our society are programmed: you reach the deepest intimacy with your primary partner, the one you share your body and your life with. No one else. Maybe it doesn’t have to be this way. I don’t know. That’s a topic for another post.

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