First, it’s a moot point. The person in question began spewing molten hot crazy when I tried to broach the subject. Things were said, lines were crossed, red flags were planted, and he ain’t my lover no more. However, I’d like a little reassurance that I wasn’t out of line, and perhaps some guidance if this similar circumstances should arise. (Oh, the puns . . . I don’t even mean to, and they keep happening.)
Second, the background: we’d been seeing each other for a couple of months, by email and in person. There was baring of souls and much sexy talk. Two things he made very clear to me: he thought I was hotter than a July 4th sprinkler, and it would take Mr. Happy a little while to trust me.
I was fine with that. He had obviously learned some other techniques to compensate, and boy howdy, they were appreciated. There was not a physical cause to said problem, as he awoke with a boy’s best gift. He spoke of taking matters into his own hands when I wasn’t around. It was just with me that the noodle was past al dente. Oh, I could bring matters to a standstill with a little focus of my own, but it faded as soon as I looked away.
I thrive on information. If I am stressed, I look up the topic on Wikipedia. If I’ve just gotten my paycheck, I may do something a bit spendthrift at amazon.com. Also, I talk. I approached him on the topic, but my timing was off. The mood earlier had been killed by a miscommunication. When I say “I really need to pee. Please let me up,” I’m serious. He didn’t believe me. I was about two seconds away from gouging an eye out. I think his feelings were hurt.
Here’s what I said (approximately):
“Lover man, I’m having a blast, but I’m a bit worried. You say you want me. You slaver for me, and I believe you. But, I’m feeling a bit insecure. Can you give me a time frame for gaining Mr. Happy’s trust? Is there anything I can do to make him more happy? I adore your sweet, slow, and thorough method, but I would love to explore other approaches. For instance, the sudden pounce is a favorite of mine. I would love to share it with you.”
Here’s what I got (again, approximately):
“Why is this bothering you? It never bothered any of the other women I’ve been with. Besides which, it’s not about you. I made a conscious decision twenty years ago to disconnect my conscious mind and my erectile response. It can’t be changed. There’s nothing wrong with being like this, and you’re the one with a problem.”
The night ended shortly after that. Eighteen hours later, I received an email that went into great detail about how I am too demanding, the previous misunderstanding was because I hadn’t used a safety word, and really, his difficulties with arousal were no different from my having multiple orgasms, and obviously, we should both be medicated for these problems. Oh, and we can go slower if I want to. Also, would I please have a friend check my response before I sent it and chopped him into itty pieces.
Words said. Lines crossed. Red flags planted. The email I sent in response severed all connection between us. I did actually use the sentence “you are dead to me” in it. Thankfully, I’ve not received any more. It only dawned on me this afternoon that, well, perhaps I’d touched on some long lifed insecurities of his, and he struck out. Doesn’t excuse him, but it does make it pardonable. Not dateable, though.
So my questions are:
- should I have expected a more reasoned answer?
- would I have gotten one if I’d chosen a better time to bring it up?
- um, is it simply impossible to talk with a man if he’s having such difficulties?
- if the above answer is “no,” can you recommend a better approach?
Ladies (and gay gentlemen), you are also invited to post your experiences with the flaccid matter at hand.
Not that it may ever be relevant again. After this go round, I’ve decided to dust off my “Crazy Cat Lady” plan and put that into the works. First, I must acquire a cat. And a vibrator. Vibrators don’t need to have their trust won.