Love, intimacy, sexual frustration, distance, inaction... help me deal with the complexities of it all.
Bear with me, this will be long.
I met him a full three months ago, and two days later we were cuddling up, tickling toes, and bonding over Rock Band (oh yes, we are such geeks ^_^). He is sweet and quirky, matching up with my quirkiness, and I never had any trouble being ME around him (complicated subject, but I'll save it for another day). We sneak pokes, hugs and cheek nuzzles - all those lovely things. It just clicked. It just did.
As this is the first man who ever returned my feelings, I was completely overwhelmed with this affection. Dreamed about him (strange dreams they were), thought about him, can't stop thinking about how warm he is when he holds me or kisses me... all those things are so new to me. I grew up in a family that was (and is) less than loving, and was anti-social for the most part, so I never really had much interpersonal contact with people, much less physical. So when he came along and showed me love, it hit me like a flood. In fact, I cried for a couple of nights after that first night of cuddling because I was so overwhelmed I couldn't hold my emotions in. Yeah, I became obsessed with him, thinking in a fantastical way.
Alas, all good things must end, or at least become problematic.
He is moving back to Sacramento; I still have a year left in Berkeley. Some weeks ago, he told me this: "I don't want you to think that I'm looking for a serious relationship, because I'm going to be moving away, and it's highly unlikely I'll be here in the fall." Since then, I haven't been able to sleep well, thinking too much about the inevitable (having an overactive imagination doesn't help in this case) and feeling less than energetic during daytime. I blamed myself for setting up my fantasies as though they were realities, and lying to myself about the reality of it all. And worse, there still persists a feeling that not everything has been told, that there is still more to discover and understand, and if we broke bonds because of naive misunderstanding... I can't really tolerate brokens bonds through misunderstanding.
To make matters worse, since the last time we made out, my sex drive had flared up and stayed up. I confess: there were many times I wanted to just grab him and tear off his pants. But I kept these desires to myself and tried to suppress them, because to force someone into that kind of situation is against my morals and perhaps his. We never slept together, by the way.
To make matters even worse, I've become quite clingy to him. I stayed nights at his place often, telling him that my room is boring (it is, compared to his place), but really I just wanted to be with him for a little longer. Everytime I hug him, I have to tear myself away to go home. My rational mind keeps telling me that such behavior is childish and selfish, though he never said anything against my clingy actions.
To this day, we still are poking each other and giving surprise kisses. He never said those three words, but I can read it in his body language - I never said them because of a belief that the guy should say it first (don't ask). But when I think of that day he will move back to Sacramento, and my chances of seeing him going sharply downhill (too used to just walking five minutes to his place for a movie and/or Rock Band), it tears me up. The general advice I've heard is "don't worry, you'll find someone who can be with you", "hey, shit happens. Don't think about it too much", etc. But CAN it work out? CAN he and I work something out? Is it possible?
Help a love-newbie, HiveMind. DTMFA or work it out, or something else? And how the hell do I suppress my sexual urges and stop being so clingy when he's an inch away from me, or no inches at all?
posted by curagea to human relations (19 comments total)
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posted by Electrius at 9:41 PM on July 31, 2008