Why is it, that men and women never want the same thing at the same time?
Why is it, that men want my body most, when I don't want them to touch it?
Why is it, that men want my love most, when I can't give it freely?
Why is it, that I don't want the men who want me, when they want me?
Why is it, that the man I want, doesn't want me?
And all this even though there's mutual attraction, a strong mental or sexual or loyal bond.
The best sex I ever had was last week, before he broke up with me.
It was incredibly close and incredibly sensual. And had potential for the one thing that was still missing from our non-relationship: commitment.
And only minutes later, it's all gone? Well, the attraction is still there, but not the drive to act upon it. And I'm hurt. Even though there never were outspoken promises. Just looks and touches and potential.
At the same time, there are at least five men who'd be happy to fill the empty spot he left.
And I don't want them. Because I miss his touch and his body and his knowledge of my body.
Fuck him. If not me, then someone else, please!
How I Beat Bulimia, One Therapist At A Time
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