That sounds like a wise decision. I think it's okay to feel asexual for a while from time to time. If it's not damaging your relationship, no need to feel badly about it.
I know it's not much of a confession, but...
anonymous
October 6 2005, 01:09:32 UTC
You should tell people what you want for your birthday. The thing I was going to get you turned out to be substantially more expensive than I anticipated.
Re: I know it's not much of a confession, but...zevhonithOctober 6 2005, 02:15:57 UTC
Here's how I seem to feel: I don't really want anything unless you feel like there's something I'd like. Pretty much all the things that would be on a list, I can just buy myself. I like presents that are given because they made someone think of me, not because it's time to buy me a present. If you can't think of anything for me and you really want to do something, make me a CD or give me a nice card or something.
Alternately, ask my sister. She's good with gift ideas, and knows me pretty damn well.
I confess. I like this one guy, but he has a girlfriend. So I try not to think about it and find other ways to occupy my time.
Thing is, whenever I look at this guy, I feel like I'm cheating on someone. No, I'm not dating anyone, but there was this one guy I've liked and he liked me - but I feel like I've ditched him for this new guy.
So, there was a guy, and you liked each other, but for some reason never actually did anything about (right?) and now there's another guy, and he's utterly unattainable (UTTERLY, DAMMIT, don't be that person) and you feel bad about both of them?
Geez, way to kneecap yourself romantically.
You don't owe anybody anything just because you liked each other for a while. Winds shift; if you didn't (or he didn't) act at the time, well, opportunity missed. Maybe you'll come back around to each other eventually, but why sweat the additional guilt when you have, like, valid guilt to deal with. :P
He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, "I'll be waiting for you in heaven--with a gun."
There’s this young woman on my friends list. She posted almost every day, and then she posted about meeting this boy next door. After that, she seems to have forgotten about livejournal, and the only thing she writes about now, when she does think to post, is how happy she is.
Come find me. I promise you neither of us would ever give a damn about livejournal again.
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I wonder if I should be concerned about this, but I'm not.
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I still can and do have sex with my SO because of the love I feel for them, and I can still share pleasure with my partner.
I guess that if it becomes a problem, then I'll go see a doctor or something.
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I'll try to think of some things, I suppose. I honestly haven't thought about it much. I don't really expect birthday presents much anymore.
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Alternately, ask my sister. She's good with gift ideas, and knows me pretty damn well.
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I like this one guy, but he has a girlfriend. So I try not to think about it and find other ways to occupy my time.
Thing is, whenever I look at this guy, I feel like I'm cheating on someone.
No, I'm not dating anyone, but there was this one guy I've liked and he liked me - but I feel like I've ditched him for this new guy.
Perhaps I'm just crazy.
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Geez, way to kneecap yourself romantically.
You don't owe anybody anything just because you liked each other for a while. Winds shift; if you didn't (or he didn't) act at the time, well, opportunity missed. Maybe you'll come back around to each other eventually, but why sweat the additional guilt when you have, like, valid guilt to deal with. :P
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Come find me. I promise you neither of us would ever give a damn about livejournal again.
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Because it did happen. It just took you 5 years.
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