Y’know, there’s a fair amount of truth to what Harry said, sadly. It’s not that we’re just looking to dip our wicks in any moist spot. Give yourselves more credit, ladies. I think what it is is that we can’t be really close friends with a woman who we couldn’t ever possibly sleep with. It’s not that we’re terminally horny, it’s that connecting on a deep emotional level pretty much triggers a desire to sleep with you, if it wasn’t already there.
Now we don’t have to act on that desire, nor ever articulate it, but it can be distracting. It’s too bad women find this threatening and insulting. Gosh, as a guy, I wouldn’t have minded a few more women wanting to boink me because I was a good conversationalist and a shoulder to cry on. Insulted? Threatened? Are you kidding me?
I remember I had a close working relationship a while back with this woman at work. God, she was a sweetheart. A brainy Southern Belle, very attractive, very put together, smart, funny, almost supernaturally nice, helpful, you name it. I’m a married man, she’s a married woman. I never once thought of acting on some of the feelings she aroused in me, but oh did she ever arouse them. Damn! She was just…FINE. I love my wife; I have no regrets being married to her, what with her being the smart and attractive woman she is; I hope I would NEVER cheat on my wife, and I never once wanted to (well, OK, I never would have strayed for this woman at work, let’s put it that way).
Since she was super nice to everybody, I’m sure I was nothing special to this person, but if I ever expressed how special she seemed to me, I’d lose my fucking job! She’d probably kick me in the nuts, maybe bawl her eyes out because she now knows that I wasn’t just thinking pure thoughts at all times because I sincerely never thought of anything but that I “only wanted friendship”. Rather, because I had at one time developed a major crush on her, due to her astonishing wonderfulness, she’d report me to HR and security, and that’d be it, if I ever admitted as much. I’d be lucky to get a job stacking toilet paper in a supermarket after that.
My crime? Even thinking this woman is one of the most witty, humane, attractive, desireable people I have ever gotten the pleasure to know, and that if I had two lives to lead, I would give my left…well, you know, to get to know her better in one of them.
My GOODNESS! What an insult! What a dog I must be! I should have my brain washed out with soap!
So it goes in the crazy, mixed-up world of intersex friendship.