Get This Man Out of My Head.
"Woman... woe-man... whoooa-man. She was a thief, you gotta belief, she stole my heart and my cat. Judy, Betty, Josie and those hot Pussycats... They made me horny, on Saturday morn-ee... Girls of cartoo-ins will leave me in ruins... I want to to be Betty's Barney.
Jane... Get me off this crazy thing... Called love."
You said it Charlie.
It's fucked y'know. You settle down with someone only to think your life is perfectly indestructible. You're happy, comfortable, enthused that things are going so smoothly. You think you have everything and you're perfectly content in your little bubble of ignorant normalcy. Queue complacent sigh.
I've got it bad.
The crushing feeling that he bestows upon me creeps away when I distance myself from him. When he's not around, neither is the most atrocious feeling of paranoia and grief I have ever known. When he is around, I giggle like a little girl. I feel like I've met my equal and I swoon like a forty-five-year-old John Travolta fan.
It's disgusting.
I need the closure of a solid ass pounding. I need him to take me in a moment of sexual frustration and I need him to fuck me endlessly. I need him to finish this stupid game of bad timing and two minute phone conversations. I need him to know that this is screwing up my head and I definitely need to stop devoting so many random posts to this random man in my life because it is also, disgusting.
I don't understand how I could want to change my whole life over a five minute phone conversation regarding his work day. I'm dumbfounded by how the tone of his sweetly sarcastic voice could make me see Andrew with such repugnance.
I hate him and yet at the same time, am completely enamoured by him.
And I suppose what makes this so confusing and perhaps so magnetic is his lack of opinion, comment and commitment to the whole mess. Yes he wants me, but can't make the time for it. It's ok that he's attatched, he dated a married woman once, why would it be so bad to do it now? But when it finally comes down to it, he only wants to be friends. Emails, phone, existing together for any longer than two minutes is completely forbidden and the only place he can manage sexual coagulation is during office hours. Cause that totally makes sense.
What the fuck sir? Your gender is not supposed to be the confusing one.
So what the fuck do I do? Forget about him? Continue on with Andrew and hope that I don't think of him to keep my relationship steady? Do I somehow find the perfect timing and screw him mercilessly only to fall even more deeply in infatuation with him? Do I remain his friend and lust for him from a distance? Do I tell him how badly this is fucking me up and hope he understands and cares enough to do something about it?
What exactly do I need to do to not be a lunatic anymore? And why is it that the first time I feel passion, is when I am in a state of lunacy?
Jane... Get me off this crazy thing... Called love."
You said it Charlie.
It's fucked y'know. You settle down with someone only to think your life is perfectly indestructible. You're happy, comfortable, enthused that things are going so smoothly. You think you have everything and you're perfectly content in your little bubble of ignorant normalcy. Queue complacent sigh.
I've got it bad.
The crushing feeling that he bestows upon me creeps away when I distance myself from him. When he's not around, neither is the most atrocious feeling of paranoia and grief I have ever known. When he is around, I giggle like a little girl. I feel like I've met my equal and I swoon like a forty-five-year-old John Travolta fan.
It's disgusting.
I need the closure of a solid ass pounding. I need him to take me in a moment of sexual frustration and I need him to fuck me endlessly. I need him to finish this stupid game of bad timing and two minute phone conversations. I need him to know that this is screwing up my head and I definitely need to stop devoting so many random posts to this random man in my life because it is also, disgusting.
I don't understand how I could want to change my whole life over a five minute phone conversation regarding his work day. I'm dumbfounded by how the tone of his sweetly sarcastic voice could make me see Andrew with such repugnance.
I hate him and yet at the same time, am completely enamoured by him.
And I suppose what makes this so confusing and perhaps so magnetic is his lack of opinion, comment and commitment to the whole mess. Yes he wants me, but can't make the time for it. It's ok that he's attatched, he dated a married woman once, why would it be so bad to do it now? But when it finally comes down to it, he only wants to be friends. Emails, phone, existing together for any longer than two minutes is completely forbidden and the only place he can manage sexual coagulation is during office hours. Cause that totally makes sense.
What the fuck sir? Your gender is not supposed to be the confusing one.
So what the fuck do I do? Forget about him? Continue on with Andrew and hope that I don't think of him to keep my relationship steady? Do I somehow find the perfect timing and screw him mercilessly only to fall even more deeply in infatuation with him? Do I remain his friend and lust for him from a distance? Do I tell him how badly this is fucking me up and hope he understands and cares enough to do something about it?
What exactly do I need to do to not be a lunatic anymore? And why is it that the first time I feel passion, is when I am in a state of lunacy?
posted by fucking diddums | 6:27 am
I have a relationship with a lady based on mutual adoration, but I am very much aware of my place in her real life, if not her emotional one: a secret. It means that we have to fuck whenever we can, even if sometimes I just want to lie next to her and look in her eyes and scratch her back, or walk with her in the park, or wake up to her, or dance with her in a nightclub, or show her off to my friends. Still, that's the deal I was absolutely delighted to accept.
Of course, it means I have to compartmentalise, and show as little interest in her life away from me as possible, or I'll go mad with jealousy. But, you know, it's better than not having her at all.
I couldn't get it up an hour ago. I suppose it means that I can't kid myself that this is enough for me anymore. A passionate affair without sex lies ahead of me. Well, that's that over then. Back to painful reality.
I love this word, because I do it to women often. Am doing it to one right now.
Mindfuck.
You. Have. Been. Officially. Mind-Fucked.
The grass is always greener on the other side. And infatuation is that thingy in your head that tells you to give up EVERYTHING for the infatuated target.
Nothing good will come up of it. You know it. We know it. And while LIAC is hardly the ideal support group (rofl) it's an outlet for suppressed emotions and hormones, I suppose.
Of course, nothing we say will help you to feel better. Absolutely nada. it's only when you get your heart/lunacy COMPLETELY squashed by said guy in a massive Hamlet-comedy-tragedy.
I agree with Corpse Bride, the ball is in his court baby. Enjoy the ride.
I own a very aggressive personality.
I severely dislike it when people tell me that I cannot have something or that I am being tooled around with because I'm too stupid to know better.
Congratulations Elassar Avenflame, you've put it all in perspective.
You've successfully made me completely uninterested in the male sex by spouting out a load of egocentric bullshit based on your ability to make fickle and semi-retarded women swoon over a mildly intelligent moron with the sexual experience of a thirteen-year-old boy - Rest assured, you and my infatuation bare no similarities.
Fuck you for putting women in this position and thinking yourself decent for doing so.
And an especially massive fuck you for ever thinking that you or anyone else could put a woman like me in this position and enjoy my misery.
Women don't screw you because you won't let them. They don't screw you because you're disgusting.
I was too sarcastic. And not sensitive enough to your feelings.
My apologies.
I didn't mean to glorify nor make fun of your current situation.
It could have been 'but you know better than to dabble with men like these' but like I've said. Nothing we can say can change how you feel or think about this man.
I do not enjoy your misery. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression.
And of course, I'm definitely different from your infatuation. He has the ability to make women swoon and devote random posts to him which, due to my inexperience, will never ever be ever to catch up.
Whatever. I'm not gloating over your misery. Nor do I think that he's justified. Nor that you're stupid. Or whatever else you're thinking.
Fact. Your heart and mind and libido is fucked due to him. Not me. Your entire world is in a blender because of him, not me. And if I'm wrong about him because I'm a 13 year old who can only seduce other 13 years old. Then fine. Whatever. It doesn't change anything as to why you're feeling what you're feeling right now.
I'm sure he's a much better man than I'll ever be and that he has an excellent reason as to why he's treating you that way.
If you do find out. Let me know. So that I know that I'm wrong.
If you're hurt by what I say, I'm sorry. But I won't claim ownership from the shit that he's giving you. That's his shit. Open fire on him.