Yeah, there's more to it than CeMar said, and really, he probably knows that in his heart of hearts.

This interests me: Mrs. NOP wrote
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if I share that depth with a man, I am going to eventually become emotionally entangled with that man.

I think what we're saying is that that sort of "emotional entanglement" has a sexual component. Which, as you've correctly pointed out, is why it's dangerous to seek that type of emotional connection outside the marriage. At the point that the emotional connection is willingly entered into, that's an EA, and an EA by its nature wants to become a PA, even if it never does.

When I say "that sort of emotional entanglement," I mean the sort that has the potential for sexual connection, in fact, that already has an element of sexual connection in it. THAT'S what distinguishes a roommate R from a lover to lover R.

In the movies, someone declares their love for another. The declar-ee replies, "I don't think of you THAT WAY," meaning, "I don't think of you romantically, sexually, or picture myself going to bed with you."

What this thread is about is that I want my bf to think of me THAT WAY. I think he thinks he does, but if he doesn't act sexual toward me, how do I know? And if I KNOW it even if he doesn't act that way, where is the fun in it for me?

Last night something cute happened: We were sitting at the table eating, which we do whenever we eat in. (We never sit in front of the tv to eat, which is what my late H and I did every night except Friday.) The mood was light-hearted. I said, "So am I the Woman of Your Dreams?" His face sort of mock-fell, and he said, "Aw, don't go pullin' that 'girl' sh*t on me." I said, "Well, I'm a girl, and that's what girls do." So I waited, and he got more uncomfortable. I could tell that some woman or women had used this kind of talk to nail his feet to the floor in the past-- or at least that was the way he was remembering it. Finally, after looking all around the room and fidgeting, he said softly, looking at the tabletop, "Yes, you're the Woman of My Dreams." I didn't say anything; I just beamed and beamed, and he smiled, too. (I obviously scare the cr@p out of him.) I belive he meant it. It was very sweet and made me happy.