And the Screwed-Up Relationship of the Year Award goes to...

This just boggles me brane.

Names changed to protect the unusual.

Maureen and Edwina have been dating for more than ten years. Eleven, I think. Maureen self-identifies as a heterosexual, and someday hopes to marry a nice man. She came close once, in fact. She had her sites seriously set on a guy who was housesitting for her father. Nice man. Seminary material. Who took his celibacy very seriously.

Maureen hopes to know the carnal pleasures of a man someday, but it hasn’t happened yet. She has, on occasion, taken pleasure from a woman or two. But not Edwina.

Edwina is a heterosexual as well. Except that she really has no taste for men at all. She has an deeper affinity for the curves of women. But that’s a sin. The Pope frowns on women lying with women. So, Edwina is a sexually hungry woman who has never known, in the Biblical sense, a man. Nor a woman. I’m taking bets on whether she’s ever known the pleasures of her own fingers.

Eleven years, folks.

A few years back, Edwina moved in with Maureen. It’s a serious friendship, complete with love and hand holding and lip-kissing, but absolutely no sinfulness.

Maureen dabbles in the creative arts. She has taken on a number of teachers over the years. She seems to get very attached to some of them. One, let’s call her Reba, was so enchanting that Maureen built a shrine to her, and gave up her beloved Catholicism for Reba’s Eastern religion. This shrine, by the way, was in the home that Edwina shares.

After Reba left the arts and joined an Eastern nunnery, Maureen attached herself to another teacher. And built another shrine. In the house that Edwina shares. This teacher convinced Maureen to accompany her (the teacher’s) father on a quest of mercy to a third world country, to distribute various health care products. Let’s call the father Kraig. Let’s call the health care products not-condoms.

At long last, Maureen is in love with another man. And Kraig is in love with her. Of course, they have not yet had connubial relations, as Maureen is waiting for him to divorce his wife. Which will happen, you see, as his wife is a complete bitch who hates him, but not because he has ever cheated on her. No, he would never leave her for one of his many younger and prettier female friends. But he’ll leave her for Maureen. He promises.

And Edwina sits on the sidelines, waiting to see what’s going to happen.

What’s funny about all this is thast my girlfriend wonders why I’ve never hit on Maureen. Gee, ya think she’s begging for my hot pink steel? Ya think I might leave you for a confused woman who will, at any time, throw me over for a completely celibate dyke?

It’s OK, though. Young women are sometimes confused, and like to experiment. Except they don’t. And Maureen, the jailbait in this relationship, turns 50 tomorrow.

This just boggles me brane.

Well, it’s nice to hear that asexual relationships can be just as complicated, confusing and torturous as heterosexual and homosexual relationships. I mean, why should we have all the fun? :smiley:

I question, though, the idea that Maureen and Edwina are “dating”. They’re not sexually active, they both hope to find a nice man someday, and Edwina has sat by while Maureen is procurring a man. Sounds to me like “Spinster Roommates” in the NOT-closeted lesbian sense. I have female friends I hold hands with and kiss (closed-mouth) on the lips, but we’re not romantically interested. Given the right circumstances, I’d have them as roommates in an instant.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes roommates are just roommates.

Good Lord! How low does your sex drive have to be to put up with this kind of crap?

Question answered: They are dating. It’s definitely a love relationship. With lots of guilt.

The thing is, these people generally think that fun is some sort of sin. It’s ingrained in them. I find that far more mind-boggling than celibacy. I just spent the weekend on a mini-beach vacation with Maureen’s sister, and it amazed me how little fun she was willing to have. Her life is all responsibility. The Jacqueline twins are all work and no play. Dull girls, who have so much potential.

I blame their father. My GF was married to him for 10 years of absolute torture. And this after 20 years with a mother who was much the same. In a way, I can’t blame them. The mother grew up in the Depression, and the ex-husband (twins’ father) grew up under the watchful eye of the Gestapo. There’s a lot of emotional baggage there.

My GF sometimes credits me with teaching her how to have fun. I don’t want to know who taught her how to **** like a bunny. :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m guessing pretty low. I’m betting that Edwina has “needs”, but she values her Catholicism very highly. And she’s sure that Teh Gey will keep her out of Heaven.

It’s a sad thing when lesbians are dead-set against homosexuality.

Wow. Fucking sad. And people wonder why I don’t like religion.

Yeah. But I wonder if it doesn’t go deeper than that.

Nothing personal, but I think I might like to nominate this as the best unintentionally funny post of the year.

Milk through the nose hilarious.

Really? Why?

(I’m not offended, btw, just curious as to what tickled your funny bone.)

I have friends who are not romantic interests at all, we just swap love notes and bodily fluids. And wedding rings.

I think.

Well, to me, it looks like “dating” is all they are doing.

I may come to regret posting this, as perhaps my brain just can’t take this all in and I’m going to look stupid. But, this Maureen is your girlfriend’s, what, stepdaughter? Why would your girlfriend ask you why you’ve never hit on her stepdaughter?

Beats me. It’s not like she wants me to.

OK, so I did get that all sorted out. I was also confused given that you don’t look old enough to have a girlfriend who has a 50-year-old stepdaughter. Of course, maybe you like older women. Maybe her ex-husband was much older. Maybe it’s none of my goddamn business and I should actually be concentrating on the story your presented.

My lesbian friends often tell me about “lesbian bed death” and how they just stop having sex after a while. Maybe Maureen and Edwina just rocketed ahead to that stage.

How do they introduce each other in social situations? Friend? Partner? Roommate?

My GF is two weeks younger than her step-daughters. She married a guy a year older than my father. A guy who, as I said, grew up in fear of the Gestapo. (Did I just Godwinize my own thread?)

But here’s the thing – they never had sex. Never once. Edwina never had sex with anyone. Ever. (As far as I know.)

Good question. I have no idea. They were introduced to me by their first names.

There is a positive value when fucked up people pair off: non-fucked-up people are spared the company of the paired-off fucked-up people. Call it containment by freedom of association.

Or, as my great-grandmother used to say about my grandparents “it’s only one household that got fucked up, 'stead of two”

No, she wasn’t a lady, why do you ask?

I SAID we’re just friends! :stuck_out_tongue:

Holy crap, I find the most interesting threads when I do vanity searches.

So, Maureen believes this man who hasn’t left his wife for any other “female friends” (some of whom he’s presumably slept with) will positively without a doubt leave for her. How long has she known him? How much time has she spent with him? And most importantly, how sad is it that these women would be SO much happier if they just gave in and let themselves have sex with each other?

It sounds as though this relationship is just waiting for the right catalyst to be added to the mix, at which point it will explode in a shower of sounds and juices rarely heard and smelt in all the annals of lovin’. As catalyst, I nominate the Indian fellow with the two dicks. Something tells me it’d be smiles all around. Someone call him up before his surgery.

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