Brian
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Ugh. Where do I begin? This is going to be one of those threads that was born from a maelstrom of problems and fears circling in my mind. I hope it is not too disjointed, and is readable for you. I apologize if it isn't, and I appreciate any input offered.
As many of you know, I've been dating this girl I met and really like; I actually count this as my first real girlfriend, and am glad to have finally surpassed my 'one date curse' that I seemed to be afflicted with (if we can do it once, we can do it again).
We've gotten intimate twice now, and I seem capable of pleasing her. Whether or not she gets bored with me in the future remains to be seen. But for some reason, I just can't shake this feeling of anxiety that comes on me every time I know I'm going to have time alone with her. The other day, it literally built up to a feeling of impending doom. I found myself trying to think of ways to break up with her or avoid seeing her because it was so bad. Under normal circumstances, I can't wait to see her again and I really do like her a lot. And I do find her attractive But when I'm within a couple of days of spending a night with her, I feel like I'm marching off to my execution.
Does this go away? Is something wrong, here? She hasn't done anything to warrant me feeling this way; she's like the sweetest and most understanding person I've ever met. I've been scheduled to work several times when I was supposed to see her and she hasn't complained once because she knows I'm shooting for a full time spot, and I am so grateful for that. But here I sit, supposed to see her Friday and with a text inviting me to come down tonight, and again; Anxiety, Dread, and Impending Doom.
I suppose part of it may be intimidation by her sexual experience. I know she used to be kind of a wild child. And I've always suspected that she's had a significant number of partners. The other day she mentioned that at one point she'd had a drunken threesome with some guy and another gal (seemingly accidentally when she was talking about this other girl, but what the ****? I know she's ADHD, but this was a bit odd to just bring up in conversation). While my feelings of anxiety are not any worse than they were before I knew of this, I do feel somewhat uncomfortable about it. I can't pinpoint why, because I know she doesn't do that anymore. And like I said, I seem to meet her needs. But still.
I also find it hard to open up to her. Sometimes when we cuddle she'll ask me what I'm thinking about and I feel a little bit of panic. I don't know what to say. Last time I pretended to be asleep.
I like her. She obviously likes me. How do I get comfortable with intimacy? What the hell is wrong here? Ugh. Someone please offer some input, here. This is very distressing.
Should...I talk to her about this? The thought kind of terrifies me. She knows I'm high anxiety though and I have been able to talk to her about some of my triggers and such. Ugh, I don't know...I wish I'd never gotten in to this....it was so much easier before; just lonely me, wishing I could date and not knowing what I was actually wishing for. Alone with my thoughts and my hobbies and not having to worry about being close to somebody. I knew how to cope and I could always come here. It was so much easier. I never knew it would be like this. I wish it wasn't.
As many of you know, I've been dating this girl I met and really like; I actually count this as my first real girlfriend, and am glad to have finally surpassed my 'one date curse' that I seemed to be afflicted with (if we can do it once, we can do it again).
We've gotten intimate twice now, and I seem capable of pleasing her. Whether or not she gets bored with me in the future remains to be seen. But for some reason, I just can't shake this feeling of anxiety that comes on me every time I know I'm going to have time alone with her. The other day, it literally built up to a feeling of impending doom. I found myself trying to think of ways to break up with her or avoid seeing her because it was so bad. Under normal circumstances, I can't wait to see her again and I really do like her a lot. And I do find her attractive But when I'm within a couple of days of spending a night with her, I feel like I'm marching off to my execution.
Does this go away? Is something wrong, here? She hasn't done anything to warrant me feeling this way; she's like the sweetest and most understanding person I've ever met. I've been scheduled to work several times when I was supposed to see her and she hasn't complained once because she knows I'm shooting for a full time spot, and I am so grateful for that. But here I sit, supposed to see her Friday and with a text inviting me to come down tonight, and again; Anxiety, Dread, and Impending Doom.
I suppose part of it may be intimidation by her sexual experience. I know she used to be kind of a wild child. And I've always suspected that she's had a significant number of partners. The other day she mentioned that at one point she'd had a drunken threesome with some guy and another gal (seemingly accidentally when she was talking about this other girl, but what the ****? I know she's ADHD, but this was a bit odd to just bring up in conversation). While my feelings of anxiety are not any worse than they were before I knew of this, I do feel somewhat uncomfortable about it. I can't pinpoint why, because I know she doesn't do that anymore. And like I said, I seem to meet her needs. But still.
I also find it hard to open up to her. Sometimes when we cuddle she'll ask me what I'm thinking about and I feel a little bit of panic. I don't know what to say. Last time I pretended to be asleep.
I like her. She obviously likes me. How do I get comfortable with intimacy? What the hell is wrong here? Ugh. Someone please offer some input, here. This is very distressing.
Should...I talk to her about this? The thought kind of terrifies me. She knows I'm high anxiety though and I have been able to talk to her about some of my triggers and such. Ugh, I don't know...I wish I'd never gotten in to this....it was so much easier before; just lonely me, wishing I could date and not knowing what I was actually wishing for. Alone with my thoughts and my hobbies and not having to worry about being close to somebody. I knew how to cope and I could always come here. It was so much easier. I never knew it would be like this. I wish it wasn't.