And yet again my eyes pop open shortly after the witching hour.
I like this discussion. It helps me to know there are so many others out there who have similar feelings after all this time.
Antonia, your guy at the restaurant may indeed be a perfectly nice gentleman, but what they say to us and what they are liable to say in the company of other males is entirely different. I used to wonder how my XH spoke of me in a group of males. I knew how he spoke of others.
Like Seeking, I can't imagine being honestly involved with anyone else at this juncture. I read something tonight in a magazine.
I can't promise to be there for the rest of your life, but I can promise I'll love you the rest of mine.
Poetic, isn't it? That is somewhat how I feel in a nutshell.
My FWB doesn't feel like casual sex. I think you'd have to have it more to qualify. It's more like the very occasional need for the touch of someone else's body next to your own. Some friends feel this FWB is great, but it is keeping me from moving into a more solid, mutual thing. At this point, I do not believe so. We simply fulfill a need in each other for an intimacy that we don't feel otherwise. If my male friend found someone that he truly fell for, I believe I would honestly be very happy for him and this would simpley cease to be a factor in our friendship. There is no jealousy of him involved. He, too, has been burned on more than one occasion. We feel comfortable with each other due to the 40 year friendship and mutual respect.
Jealous of other couples? Probably. It never seems more like the entire world is paired off in twos until you are alone. But I am also aware of the gripes and groans of my attached friends. Some do not try to hide their discontent, others try too hard.
I guess the bottom line is the grass is always greener . . . You don't know what you've got til it's gone . . . Fill the world with Silly Love Songs . . .
