I don't honestly know if "sexual politics" is the right word, but I don't know a better one. By the way, this is going to be a long post, so if you don't want to read it, don't.
I will give you the background as quickly as I can: When I was an undergraduate student the second time (I have a BA and a BS), I met this girl we'll just call L. We had a really good rapport from the first meeting despite a sizable age gap, but she had a serious boyfriend back in her home town and I graduated at the end of her first year. I went to grad school for 2 years where we barely spoke and, after graduating, I came back to the town where I had been an undergrad to live. She was about to start year 4 of a 5-year plan (for those of you not familiar with American universities, 4 years for an undergraduate degree is the "norm" but 5 years, especially for multiple degrees, is quite common) and as we had many mutual friends in the area, we started to see each other sporadically at parties and cultural events. Bit by bit, the romantic tension kind of started to mount. Still, she was seeing this guy who I knew (but thought was kind of a twat) and I didn't make any sort of move.
By summer of 2010, we were talking regularly and it was obvious even to someone as thick as I that she was interested in me. She was still with the twat, though, so I did nothing despite her obvious interest. At one point, she called a mutual friend of ours to get my mobile number and called me out of the blue, which is a first for me, not to mention tremendously flattering. Finally, in early fall, she dumped him and after a few weeks we went out. We really clicked and had a great time, but she was rather distant and I knew that something was amiss. When I tried to set up a follow-up date the next week, she didn't respond. Shortly thereafter, I got a Facebook from her saying that she had fancied me for years and had indeed had a great time, but she was going back to the twat. I've never been flattered and sad at the same time - it's an interesting cocktail of emotions.
We had no contact until June of this year other than a very distant and guarded message to each other when her birthday came 'round in March. I found out that she was graduating and had lined up a great job 800 miles away, and in an uncharacteristic moment of bravery I asked her to my flat the night before she was to leave.
I cooked her the best meal I knew how to prepare, and we had a great time. Eventually, we ended up on the sofa cuddling, then kissing, then making out/snogging very heavily. At one point, she really surprised me by getting up and straddling me and grinding into me while we kissed - I didn't expect her to be so aggressive as she is normally rather quiet. Shortly thereafter, she dropped a bomb on me by intimating VERY strongly, without directly saying, that she wanted to have sex. While I was certainly physically interested and find her very attractive, I wasn't up for it. I wasn't going to have what would ostensibly be a one-night stand with her moving away for good, and for me sex is more about intimacy than physical gratification, so my heart wasn't truly into it. I didn't say anything in response to her proposition and we fooled around for a bit longer before a very long and bittersweet parting in the small hours in the morning.
Well, we agreed to keep in touch after we parted ways, but I tried texting her about 3 or 4 times with no response before giving up. For whatever reason, she clearly didn't want to talk to me. I was really worried that she was upset that I didn't want to make love and felt hurt, unattractive, or whatever, because I've had that happen before with women that I have known.
Well, I posted a more detailed version of this account on another large forum (that will remain nameless) because I wanted a neutral, third-party perspective. I was and still am very sad about how things played out with us because I really think that we would have had a future together, and while I have to make peace with that I didn't want her going away feeling slighted. I was just hoping for some insight, especially from some of the ladies.
I really respected (note the past tense) this forum, but I was rather surprised and dismayed to see a large number of people, in essence, eviscerating me for what I did: all sorts of charming insults, attacks on my character, sexuality, and just a lot of truly charming vitriol. Basically, I was a man who turned down sex with an attractive woman, so apparently I must be punished. Let me firmly reiterate that I do not regret my decision; I have never once looked back on that night and said "Bugger me, I wish that I'd hit that!" What really resonated with me is that several people jumped to my defence and said that if I were a woman talking about a man, the response would have been totally different, which I am certain is a spot-on interpretation of the impetus behind many of the insulting and condescending responses. It truly amazes me that so many people still have that perspective on male sexuality, where a man has to take whatever he can get and he who does not take is not really a man, somehow.
After reading replies for no more than a day I stopped following the thread out of pure exasperation. Now I just sort of half-smile and shake my head when I think of it, because I guess I should have bloody well known better, but it really showed me a unique kind of sexism and that gender stereotypes and the values attached to them haven't much changed in Western society over the last few decades.
Oh, and they also slagged me off for using British English in a post that mentions an American university... apparently the idea of someone emigrating and having dual citizenship never occurred to any of the slavering horde who found my sexual practices unacceptable. Churchill isn't the only one with an American mother, and I make no apologies for my idiolect. I'm also bilingual - thank God I didn't say anything in French or they would have traced my IP, come to my house, and nailed me to a tree.
Edit: First reply has a point that I never considered - this post doesn't really have any discussion value, which is not in the spirit of this forum. I never thought of that while writing it and I am sorry for technically breaking the rules. That said, in order to mould it into legitimate food for thought, do you think that the animosity that I garnered is for the reason that I think, or is there some other sociocultural factor here that I'm missing? It seemed very obvious to me, but perhaps my ill-will towards the original respondents coloured my judgement.
Cheers - and apologies again to the mods for writing a long post that was ironically empty, in a way.
I will give you the background as quickly as I can: When I was an undergraduate student the second time (I have a BA and a BS), I met this girl we'll just call L. We had a really good rapport from the first meeting despite a sizable age gap, but she had a serious boyfriend back in her home town and I graduated at the end of her first year. I went to grad school for 2 years where we barely spoke and, after graduating, I came back to the town where I had been an undergrad to live. She was about to start year 4 of a 5-year plan (for those of you not familiar with American universities, 4 years for an undergraduate degree is the "norm" but 5 years, especially for multiple degrees, is quite common) and as we had many mutual friends in the area, we started to see each other sporadically at parties and cultural events. Bit by bit, the romantic tension kind of started to mount. Still, she was seeing this guy who I knew (but thought was kind of a twat) and I didn't make any sort of move.
By summer of 2010, we were talking regularly and it was obvious even to someone as thick as I that she was interested in me. She was still with the twat, though, so I did nothing despite her obvious interest. At one point, she called a mutual friend of ours to get my mobile number and called me out of the blue, which is a first for me, not to mention tremendously flattering. Finally, in early fall, she dumped him and after a few weeks we went out. We really clicked and had a great time, but she was rather distant and I knew that something was amiss. When I tried to set up a follow-up date the next week, she didn't respond. Shortly thereafter, I got a Facebook from her saying that she had fancied me for years and had indeed had a great time, but she was going back to the twat. I've never been flattered and sad at the same time - it's an interesting cocktail of emotions.
We had no contact until June of this year other than a very distant and guarded message to each other when her birthday came 'round in March. I found out that she was graduating and had lined up a great job 800 miles away, and in an uncharacteristic moment of bravery I asked her to my flat the night before she was to leave.
I cooked her the best meal I knew how to prepare, and we had a great time. Eventually, we ended up on the sofa cuddling, then kissing, then making out/snogging very heavily. At one point, she really surprised me by getting up and straddling me and grinding into me while we kissed - I didn't expect her to be so aggressive as she is normally rather quiet. Shortly thereafter, she dropped a bomb on me by intimating VERY strongly, without directly saying, that she wanted to have sex. While I was certainly physically interested and find her very attractive, I wasn't up for it. I wasn't going to have what would ostensibly be a one-night stand with her moving away for good, and for me sex is more about intimacy than physical gratification, so my heart wasn't truly into it. I didn't say anything in response to her proposition and we fooled around for a bit longer before a very long and bittersweet parting in the small hours in the morning.
Well, we agreed to keep in touch after we parted ways, but I tried texting her about 3 or 4 times with no response before giving up. For whatever reason, she clearly didn't want to talk to me. I was really worried that she was upset that I didn't want to make love and felt hurt, unattractive, or whatever, because I've had that happen before with women that I have known.
Well, I posted a more detailed version of this account on another large forum (that will remain nameless) because I wanted a neutral, third-party perspective. I was and still am very sad about how things played out with us because I really think that we would have had a future together, and while I have to make peace with that I didn't want her going away feeling slighted. I was just hoping for some insight, especially from some of the ladies.
I really respected (note the past tense) this forum, but I was rather surprised and dismayed to see a large number of people, in essence, eviscerating me for what I did: all sorts of charming insults, attacks on my character, sexuality, and just a lot of truly charming vitriol. Basically, I was a man who turned down sex with an attractive woman, so apparently I must be punished. Let me firmly reiterate that I do not regret my decision; I have never once looked back on that night and said "Bugger me, I wish that I'd hit that!" What really resonated with me is that several people jumped to my defence and said that if I were a woman talking about a man, the response would have been totally different, which I am certain is a spot-on interpretation of the impetus behind many of the insulting and condescending responses. It truly amazes me that so many people still have that perspective on male sexuality, where a man has to take whatever he can get and he who does not take is not really a man, somehow.
After reading replies for no more than a day I stopped following the thread out of pure exasperation. Now I just sort of half-smile and shake my head when I think of it, because I guess I should have bloody well known better, but it really showed me a unique kind of sexism and that gender stereotypes and the values attached to them haven't much changed in Western society over the last few decades.
Oh, and they also slagged me off for using British English in a post that mentions an American university... apparently the idea of someone emigrating and having dual citizenship never occurred to any of the slavering horde who found my sexual practices unacceptable. Churchill isn't the only one with an American mother, and I make no apologies for my idiolect. I'm also bilingual - thank God I didn't say anything in French or they would have traced my IP, come to my house, and nailed me to a tree.
Edit: First reply has a point that I never considered - this post doesn't really have any discussion value, which is not in the spirit of this forum. I never thought of that while writing it and I am sorry for technically breaking the rules. That said, in order to mould it into legitimate food for thought, do you think that the animosity that I garnered is for the reason that I think, or is there some other sociocultural factor here that I'm missing? It seemed very obvious to me, but perhaps my ill-will towards the original respondents coloured my judgement.
Cheers - and apologies again to the mods for writing a long post that was ironically empty, in a way.