Crazy blind date time?

September 6, 2008 at 10:37 pm | Posted in online dating | Leave a comment
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OkCupid just reminded me that since I’ve relocated to San Francisco, the services of CrazyBlindDate.com are now available to me. Oh jeez! Just what my risk-seeking side has been begging for…

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Is the “Other Woman” morally culpable?

August 15, 2008 at 2:51 pm | Posted in online dating, relationships, sex | 1 Comment
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So the OkCupid guy I had cybersex with the other night – let’s call him Luke – IMed me again this morning and we started talking dirty while he was at work. Naughty! I still feel weird about it; despite the fact that I think stigmas against online dating are stupid, cybersex continues to seem ridiculous to me, perhaps because I started doing it before I ever lost my virginity, and once I was actually having sex, what the the hell was the point of pretending anymore? Of course, it does have its benefits, though they are totally different for me now than they were when I was thirteen. Examples: it’s about the safest sex you can have with a partner (tying with phone sex); it allows you to share a crazy fantasy with someone without whatever risks might be involved in actually doing it; it can give you new ideas for your offline sex life. Just the same, I’ll take the real thing over a chat conversation any day. But even so, my initial resistance to typing naughty things to someone (even someone I’ve never met) quickly melts away when I get turned on enough.

So Luke started dropping comments about us actually getting together and having rough, wild, “dirty” sex, which is all very well (ok, honestly, I’m aching for it). I couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or we were still in make-believe land. He hasn’t committed to anything yet, but he seems to be considering it. Let’s recall that he is currently “seeing someone.” He made sure in our first conversation to differentiate this from “being in a relationship” or “having a girlfriend.” So I’m not sure what to make of that. Part of me – the really goddamn horny part – is pushing the idea that he’s fair game since they just started dating and are clearly not that serious. But when I’m clearheaded I know that he is probably considering boinking me without ending it with her. Meanwhile, I don’t want him to be fucking both of us simultaneously unless I am absolutely sure they’re both clean and she’s not sleeping with other people, which is a pretty ridiculous proposition in the mainstream (read: monogamous) world – why would she be okay with him sleeping with multiple people when she doesn’t get to? I also am not comfortable, on an ethical level, with him fucking us both but not telling her about the fact that he is having sex with other people, a situation that would brand me with that modern-day cliche: The Other Woman.

I’m not going to pretend that I’ve never been the Other Woman before. Off the top of my head I can think of three notable cases… wait, four… erm, five… and there were plenty of other times that I would have been totally up for it if the guy had been willing to risk it. This, incidentally, might at least partially explain why I get so paranoid about my boyfriends cheating on me. But I’m a changed woman, you see. A few years ago I decided I didn’t want to be the kind of person who would betray a fellow female – or, if you prefer, a fellow human being – by giving her partner the opportunity to damage their relationship. So when I come across evidence that sexually liberated women consider it morally unproblematic to sleep with a guy who is in a committed relationship with someone else, it disturbs me.

Similarly, I am somewhat appalled at how many of my otherwise high matches on OkCupid have answered the question:

Would you date someone who was currently in a relationship, knowing that you would “be a secret?”

with “It depends on the person.”

My answer is “Absolutely not.”

Maybe because I’ve been there… many times… and it’s never good. Now, to be clear, sometimes people just want a fling, and if the person is hot enough nothing else matters, not even that they’re going home to someone else every night. There’s no desire for further emotional involvement or any sort of long-term arrangement. And in that case, on a practical level, the answer “It depends on the person” makes sense. For my part, I always want the emotional connection, I always want the stability of a long-term relationship. And going into a situation in which I’m being kept a secret from a person’s primary partner is bad fucking news for those particular desires. Seriously. It never works. (I hope I don’t have to explain this in detail: look, I don’t care how many times he’s told you he loves you. If he is cheating on his current girlfriend, he’s scum. He will not treat you any better. GET OUT.)

But regardless of what you’re looking for, I find it morally reprehensible to get into a situation like that. It’s not difficult to figure out why. If you can, even for a second, imagine being that woman whose partner is cheating on her, how can you go through with it? Besides doing my share of cheating, I’ve been cheated on plenty of times, too. I’ve been told by several loves of my life (always erroneously, I would find out years later, when they came crawling back) that he had met this other woman and fallen in love and she’s the one he really wants to be with. If you invest as much into a person as I do when you fall in love, then you understand how devastating this would be. And to then find out that it’s been going on for months, maybe even years, while you your love and devotion and belief in your future with this person never changed… just thinking about it leaves me speechless with grief.

Of course, cheating doesn’t always end a relationship. Maybe the woman never finds out that her boyfriend or husband had a fling with some random woman. But you can bet your ass it won’t be the last time it happens. And then she’s stuck with this sleazeball who’s been lying to her for god knows how long. I would hate to be that woman, too. How humiliating. This relationship that she may well have built her emotional stability on is, in reality, a sham. Am I the only one who finds this thought horrifying?

I’ve heard the excuse that it’s the guy’s choice to be sleeping around on his partner, that if it’s not me then it’s going to be some other chick, so I may as well get some of the action. This is a pathetic line of reasoning. You’re still enabling him to be unfaithful; by agreeing to be a part of it you’re also giving him the message that it’s acceptable. What kind of fucking thing is that to do? Do you really want to be a part of a system that perpetuates betrayal and deception?

If you don’t think people should be forced by societal stigmas to be monogamous, that’s just fine, and I agree with that position. But if someone wants to sleep with multiple people, for christ’s sake, he should get permission from all of his partners beforehand. Be an adult about it. If you need multiple sexual partners to be happy, don’t go slinking around behind your girlfriend’s back to get your needs met because you don’t think she’ll take it well. Find someone who will. And if you’re the woman sleeping with the cheater, using the excuse that you don’t believe in monogamy, it’s not very fair to impose your beliefs upon a complete stranger who might not (and probably doesn’t) share them. Grow up. Please. Stop lying to yourself about the pain you’re creating in the world with your little fling.

To anyone who would like to defend the moral position of the Other Woman, please feel free to share.

Varieties of escapism

August 14, 2008 at 1:15 am | Posted in online dating, sex | Leave a comment
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Today my body feels like a brittle rubber band. I need to do yoga and get about sixteen massages. When is that going to happen? I have no fucking clue. I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for days now… maybe weeks… who’s counting? I guess it’s been about 10 days. Everyday, I give myself some new project that will consume my thoughts and my activities for the entire sixteen hours that I’m awake. Yesterday it was researching MFA programs, moving toward finalizing my application list. (I’m down to about 20 schools; need to get it down to 12 without completely destroying my chances of being accepted anywhere. And no, I have no idea where the money for application fees will come from.) Today I told myself I would research alternative plans in case I don’t get accepted anywhere. Of course, the problem is that my technique has proven a little too effective: I rarely manage to do anything outside the realm of my one project. It’s all I can do to force out a blog post at the end of the night.

But today at 3:45pm my flow was interrupted. I received a call letting me know that I didn’t receive the job I had been hoping desperately for since last week. DAMN IT. I am hopelessly broke and without prospects. I can’t believe this job market. I’ve never been interviewed and rejected so many times in a short period. On top of the recent breakup, my self-esteem is taking a beating. God, I hate applying for jobs that I don’t even really want. It looks like it might be fruitless, the way the economy is right now. Maybe the only way I could get a job right now is by actually being perfect for it, in terms of both my skill set and my interests. That’s a slightly more encouraging way of thinking about it, though it still doesn’t take care of how I’ll be paying my bills next month.

In response to this latest defeat, I got the crazy idea of reentering academia ahead of schedule and living off of student loans. (This was after I fought off the urge to start drinking in the middle of the afternoon.) After all, that very well might be what I’m doing a year from now. Why not get started early? I’m already registered at the local community college, so I filled out a FAFSA and will wait for that to go through. This might mark a new level of financial desperation in my life. But despite the indignity of my situation, I feel somewhat relieved. Being a student is safe, it’s comfortable, and it’s fascinating! I’ve been getting all excited about the classes I could take in the coming year: literature, philosophy, critical theory, women’s studies, french, art, psychology, sociology, linguistics… so many things I missed out on as an undergrad. Man oh man. I’m drooling just thinking about it.

My other major distraction of the day was getting an OkCupid message from a cute guy I’d given a high attractiveness rating last week, who then messaged me on Thursday. Unfortunately for me, he somehow managed to stumble into a relationship over the weekend, but he was kind enough to email me to let me know this and to ask if we could be “friends.” I still firmly believe that it’s not possible for men and women to just be friends (unless the man is gay, and even then it’s not guaranteed… I should know), but instead of calling him out on this – “If by a ‘friend’ you mean someone you’d like to stay in touch with in case you become single again in the near future, then OK!” – i just made him confirm that was what he really wanted, as opposed to just being polite.

So we started chatting online while looking at each other’s profiles. He began taking some of the tests I had listed – tests determining how dominant/submissive you are, how kinky, etc. Tests I took because of the recent ex, Poly Dude, as he will henceforth be known. Well, it turns out this hot little piece of meat I was talking to was a moderately dominant, highly kinky individual, which I wouldn’t have guessed by looking at his pictures. So we started talking about what kinds of things we liked in bed… and it turned out we had a lot of complementary preferences. And of course talking about them only got us both excited, and well, one thing led to another, etc. A few hours later we became abruptly awkward as we said good night and logged off of our chat clients. But man, those few hours I just glossed over were fucking hot. I hadn’t had cybersex since high school, or even phone sex really. I get too self-conscious and I think it’s ridiculous: why not just skip the talking and get to the real stuff? But this time I was completely consumed by the fantasy and it was, well, fantastic.

As you know, I have lately lamented the problem of finding a sexually compatible partner given my newly discovered bedroom interests, so this development was surprising and encouraging. The funny thing is that I doubt I would have been as frank with him as quickly as I was if there had been a chance that we would start dating in the near future. That’s not to say I would have been dishonest, but somehow I would have felt like there was more to protect. Now, because he is “seeing someone,” the chances that we’ll meet are low unless they break up soon (or unless our hot little session tonight gets him rethinking his choices – but I’m not getting my hopes up. Really). And even if we were to meet, it would likely be solely because of our apparent sexual compatibility… which is always a great way for me to pretend that I can successfully avoid investing any emotion into the situation. Anyway, I can’t say I think it’s going anywhere, though I do believe there’s a good chance we will hook up at some point.

Meanwhile I can’t tell whether the guys down here in the bay area are really more attractive than they are in Portland, or the greater numbers simply mean more hotties, or I’m just getting increasingly desperate and therefore lowering my standards. But I’ve been getting messages from a number of guys I wouldn’t mind fucking. I think I’m still rebounding pretty hard (oh yeah, it’s only been 9 days… right), and the recent blows to my ego aren’t helping matters. Good thing I went off the pill. That should force me to keep my panties on for at least another couple of weeks.

The quest for kink

August 11, 2008 at 12:55 pm | Posted in online dating, relationships, sex | Leave a comment
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I’ve been feeling sexually frustrated lately. One of the good things that came out of my most recent relationship is that I got to explore my kinky/submissive side. I also found out that I slip fairly easily into what’s called the “sub’s high”, which was a revelation to me. Since I value altered states tremendously as avenues toward greater self-understanding and personal growth, I was thrilled to discover that I could basically be put in a euphoric trance without drugs or alcohol, and with the added bonus of an orgasm and all the lovely messiness that is sex. The problem is that i didn’t get NEARLY ENOUGH SEX (or play) in that relationship, and now that it’s over I’m left out in the cold in terms of having a partner I can continue to experiment with.

So I’ve started looking around the internet for kink/BDSM resources in San Francisco. One thing’s for sure: I’m in the right city to be exploring this stuff. I’m hoping that some of the beginners’ workshops offered at the Citadel will be of help to me in figuring out how to find a good partner.

I mean, dating was difficult enough before. Finding a guy who is not emotionally inept or a creep is a pain in the ass… finding someone who will tolerate my eccentricities and failings is even more of a challenge. Now I’m looking for a guy who not only is emotionally aware, understanding, kind, and a feminist, but will also enjoy causing me pain during sex. The words “get a fucking grip” come to mind. I’ve been informed that OkC is a good place to find other people who are into the poly/kink scenes. This is another annoyance factor: I don’t identify as poly, and at this point in my life I don’t want to deal with the stress that accompanies poly relationships. But there seems to be a huge amount of overlap in the poly/kink communities here. Anyway, I’ve found a couple of people who are pretty clearly kinky tops on the site, but it’s still so foreign to me. How do you start a conversation with someone when what you really want to know is “how do you feel about choking a girl in bed”? Because two very different kinds of guys will be enthusiastic about that prospect. I guess I really do need a workshop.

Since that relationship ended I’ve also been more intrigued by the thought of experimenting sexually with women. My former roommate actually set me up with an ex-girlfriend so that we might attend the monthly Eat ‘n Beat event held at the Power Exchange. I didn’t know before I emailed her that she identified as a top. And I always thought she was the cutest of my friend’s exes. Hum. So now we’ve talked and flirted a bit and are planning on going to the Power Exchange to have a little fun. And I was totally excited about this – and a little freaked out.

The next day, however, I found my sex drive had basically shut down. I mean, I was not the least bit interested in going to any of these workshops, or getting it on with this cute girl who is supposed to publicly flog me in a week and a half. I think it must just be my fear, my discomfort with the thought of approaching a girl sexually. God, I suck. I’m one of those whiny, repressed bi-curious people who end up being teases because they don’t know (or can’t deal with) what they want. Awesome.

But meanwhile I’m trying to enjoy not having a sex drive. It really does make my daily life a lot simpler…

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