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I'm sprung on this very sexy woman with whom I slept with once. She broke it off three months ago, but we've been hanging out and corresponding frequently since. Check out my "Limerance Journal" for all the tawdry details. The journal has been really helping me overcome my approach anxiety as I learn daygame, shoutouts to @gameboy and @ZenRising for their advice and sharing their own situations. Those two are talented writers authentically sharing their self-improvement journeys, highly recommend. All the journal writers, actually, it's my favorite section of the forum.
Tl;dr - Limerance is an intrusive, romantic obsession. I've had it at least six times in my life and it can take years to get over. And don't tell me to GFTOW - because I've been doing that and it only seems to make matters worse. Other girls just don't compare in attractiveness when I'm stuck in a limerance loop. Not even the ex-ex, on whom I was sprung for years and years. It's really only since getting involved with this sexy little pony that I've truly put that limerance struggle behind me. Trading one for another - like the bizarro version of having a song stuck in your head until another ear worm comes along.
I felt like I was eventually getting over my current obsession, had a couple of abortive reconciliations with the ex-ex, dating at least a dozen women (slept with three) in the three months since shit went sideways. Then we spent three hours yesterday hiking, deep diving on sharing our dreams, ambitions, vulnerabilities, struggles, etc., i. e. communing on a soul level in nature, and I am now feeling that strange pang of longing again. I have zero perspective - if she said today let's go to Vegas and get married, I'd say, what took you so long?
Here's a partial repost from my journal:
After our first one-on-one encounter (want to be clear it wasn't a date, just getting drinks to discuss an issue of mutual interest) I pulled her back to my gaff for a drink, and when we were heavy into the making out, she said, "I could see sleeping with you in six months." I took that to mean she was imagining I'd be the kind of guy she could be with in a long-term relationship.
We bantered back and forth about the six-month countdown. I made a calendar entry for the "Sex Date With Sexy Sadie (not her real name) with which we had lots of fun imagining how it would go down.
Then, a few days later when our first actual date happened, we got to the dirty really fast. It wasn't great, a little performance anxiety softened me up a time or two, but the boner came raging back and let's say it wasn't perfect but it felt like a promising start to a lot of sexy good times ahead. For me, it's usually not til the third encounter that I find my groove in the masculine-feminine polarity and away we go.
We were supposed to get together for an outdoor event a few days later, but we got rained out, I suggested a few fun alternatives, she demurred and suggested lunch instead. She told me at lunch it wasn't happening. I was hurt but took it stoically. She made it clear that she didn't want to string me along, but said she wanted to keep a place in my life.
When we were emailing back and forth about something else, she obliquely mentioned not wanting to get into a relationship with me because she "was afraid our friendship would become something else, and then when it went wrong, I'd be left feeling more alone than before." Seemed sincere. She also mentioned the age gap. I scoffed at that - less than a dozen years when I've been dating girls less than half my age? She's practically a crone by comparison.
Today during our hike I (mock) complained about her being like all the other girls and booty-calling me. She said it happened because I was pretty insistent, but then amended her statement, "I own the booty calling. It was a lot of fun and I don't regret it." We ended on a high note, but my mood immediately started to slump.
Am I wasting my time? Or based on available evidence, can this be turned around?
Points to Ponder:
• I am not on social media, but she comments on a lot of posts in which I am mentioned (which is quite a few as a high-profile person).
• She showed up at a performance of mine last week without a personal invitation, just from a big group evite. It went exceedingly well, my fellow performers and I are the talk of the town this week.
• She frequently mentions how attractive I am - looks and personality (disregard how needy I appear here, trust me when I say that I hide it well in real life).
• I mentioned yesterday that she was the third or fourth oldest girl that I had been dating in the year-plus since my 10-year relationship broke up. Then I told her a recent story about a girl I caught lying about her age. She asked if I was dating? I said, "Well if you want to call it that." My intuition said she was either hurt or curious or both. I didn't ask her the same because I didn't want to know.
• I told her that I knew what girls wanted from me (I get a lot of booty calls from girls from my past) and that I was having a harder and harder time convincing myself that I was OK with it. "Now you know how I feel," she said. That's when she said she wasn't going to put any stank on our solo sexual encounter but instead treasured it.
• Of the six limerance struggles I've had, I have ended up in relationship with three, including one marriage. So I know it's not impossible, but I also know when a girl breaks up with you, she's usually pretty certain that she's just not that into you. But why does she still seem interesting in hanging out? Why do our conversations seem to be getting deeper and deeper into our own intimate shorthand? For example, when she describes an emotional moment from her past, it often feels like I'm hearing my words coming out of her (pretty) mouth. I know it's mirror neurons at work, but I told her it makes me feel less alone. She seemed to melt.
• Do women ever really mean it when they say they want to remain friends?
I'm sprung on this very sexy woman with whom I slept with once. She broke it off three months ago, but we've been hanging out and corresponding frequently since. Check out my "Limerance Journal" for all the tawdry details. The journal has been really helping me overcome my approach anxiety as I learn daygame, shoutouts to @gameboy and @ZenRising for their advice and sharing their own situations. Those two are talented writers authentically sharing their self-improvement journeys, highly recommend. All the journal writers, actually, it's my favorite section of the forum.
Tl;dr - Limerance is an intrusive, romantic obsession. I've had it at least six times in my life and it can take years to get over. And don't tell me to GFTOW - because I've been doing that and it only seems to make matters worse. Other girls just don't compare in attractiveness when I'm stuck in a limerance loop. Not even the ex-ex, on whom I was sprung for years and years. It's really only since getting involved with this sexy little pony that I've truly put that limerance struggle behind me. Trading one for another - like the bizarro version of having a song stuck in your head until another ear worm comes along.
I felt like I was eventually getting over my current obsession, had a couple of abortive reconciliations with the ex-ex, dating at least a dozen women (slept with three) in the three months since shit went sideways. Then we spent three hours yesterday hiking, deep diving on sharing our dreams, ambitions, vulnerabilities, struggles, etc., i. e. communing on a soul level in nature, and I am now feeling that strange pang of longing again. I have zero perspective - if she said today let's go to Vegas and get married, I'd say, what took you so long?
Here's a partial repost from my journal:
After our first one-on-one encounter (want to be clear it wasn't a date, just getting drinks to discuss an issue of mutual interest) I pulled her back to my gaff for a drink, and when we were heavy into the making out, she said, "I could see sleeping with you in six months." I took that to mean she was imagining I'd be the kind of guy she could be with in a long-term relationship.
We bantered back and forth about the six-month countdown. I made a calendar entry for the "Sex Date With Sexy Sadie (not her real name) with which we had lots of fun imagining how it would go down.
Then, a few days later when our first actual date happened, we got to the dirty really fast. It wasn't great, a little performance anxiety softened me up a time or two, but the boner came raging back and let's say it wasn't perfect but it felt like a promising start to a lot of sexy good times ahead. For me, it's usually not til the third encounter that I find my groove in the masculine-feminine polarity and away we go.
We were supposed to get together for an outdoor event a few days later, but we got rained out, I suggested a few fun alternatives, she demurred and suggested lunch instead. She told me at lunch it wasn't happening. I was hurt but took it stoically. She made it clear that she didn't want to string me along, but said she wanted to keep a place in my life.
When we were emailing back and forth about something else, she obliquely mentioned not wanting to get into a relationship with me because she "was afraid our friendship would become something else, and then when it went wrong, I'd be left feeling more alone than before." Seemed sincere. She also mentioned the age gap. I scoffed at that - less than a dozen years when I've been dating girls less than half my age? She's practically a crone by comparison.
Today during our hike I (mock) complained about her being like all the other girls and booty-calling me. She said it happened because I was pretty insistent, but then amended her statement, "I own the booty calling. It was a lot of fun and I don't regret it." We ended on a high note, but my mood immediately started to slump.
Am I wasting my time? Or based on available evidence, can this be turned around?
Points to Ponder:
• I am not on social media, but she comments on a lot of posts in which I am mentioned (which is quite a few as a high-profile person).
• She showed up at a performance of mine last week without a personal invitation, just from a big group evite. It went exceedingly well, my fellow performers and I are the talk of the town this week.
• She frequently mentions how attractive I am - looks and personality (disregard how needy I appear here, trust me when I say that I hide it well in real life).
• I mentioned yesterday that she was the third or fourth oldest girl that I had been dating in the year-plus since my 10-year relationship broke up. Then I told her a recent story about a girl I caught lying about her age. She asked if I was dating? I said, "Well if you want to call it that." My intuition said she was either hurt or curious or both. I didn't ask her the same because I didn't want to know.
• I told her that I knew what girls wanted from me (I get a lot of booty calls from girls from my past) and that I was having a harder and harder time convincing myself that I was OK with it. "Now you know how I feel," she said. That's when she said she wasn't going to put any stank on our solo sexual encounter but instead treasured it.
• Of the six limerance struggles I've had, I have ended up in relationship with three, including one marriage. So I know it's not impossible, but I also know when a girl breaks up with you, she's usually pretty certain that she's just not that into you. But why does she still seem interesting in hanging out? Why do our conversations seem to be getting deeper and deeper into our own intimate shorthand? For example, when she describes an emotional moment from her past, it often feels like I'm hearing my words coming out of her (pretty) mouth. I know it's mirror neurons at work, but I told her it makes me feel less alone. She seemed to melt.
• Do women ever really mean it when they say they want to remain friends?
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