Confused by a straight guy
I came across this guy while I was working as an estate agent. He offered to help me by giving me some driving lessons. I thought that day he was gay and I liked him immediately, not just because of his handsomeness, but because of his kindness.
After the first lesson he asked me home. We listened to some music, read books, I even had the first cigarette in my life (I'm 27!) When he asked if I would like to stay the night, I was delighted to accept this offer.
In the middle of the night he started acting funny, like kind of sleeping on me. He made a comment that he didnít 'do guys', but he didnít stop.
To cut it short, we finally made love. In fact within four days of being friends I slept in his home three times and had sex all night.
He thanked me for it, said it had opened his eyes, but he didnít want it to continue. But that night it happened again and I tell you itís not me who initiated it.
My problem is that since I had sex with this guy all other people are like rubbish to me. I have lost interest in this Ďregularí who I see. Itís been three since I last had sex with this guy and I donít feel like seeing anyone else.
I am very confused because the person I want says he is straight but we have had sex four times. I really like him, but he has said if sex continues between us, our friendship is at a risk. What can I do?
Letís get one thing gin-clear from the start. It ainít you whoís confused.
This charming man inveigles you to his house and into bed (he didnít suggest you slept on the sofa, I notice) announces he doesnít do blokes, and then proceeds to do you very satisfactorily, ALL night, FOUR times (be still, my beating heart!).
Then he turns around and says thatís enough Doris, if you get pushy Iíll fuck off and make it your fault. Confused, toi?
I think, my dear, you have just been treated like a whore and personally Iím a bit cross about it on your behalf.
Where do we even begin with the bi-curious, the closet stud, the fuck-blokes-but-it-donít-mean-Iím-a-poof brigade?
Well for a start, letís admit to the sheer thrill of getting a bit of straight-boy dick. Weíve invaded foreign territory. Weíve availed ourselves of the unavailable. Dammit, weíre so gorgeous even the het boys want us. What could be more intoxicating? Do I sound like Iíve been there? You bet I have.
The trouble is, unavailable usually turns out to mean just that. Available for a thrill but absolutely nothing more.
There are about four different explanations for het boyís confusing, and confused, behaviour.
The first and most brutal possibility is that heís gone off you and is letting you down not-so-gently by doing the ĎI donít do blokesí stuff. In this case itís more than likely to be bolstered by vast amounts of internalized homophobia. He probably does fancy blokes Ė but only if theyíre straight. Poor, sweet, loving, emotionally-direct you is just too gay.
Secondly he could just be a dominant horndog who admires himself for being able to shag anything. For lo, I am the stud of all studs; all bow down, even guys, before the power of my mighty todger.
The third type is the reverse of this Ė the straight sub. These guys donít fancy men, really, but they do get a big fetishistic thrill from being shagged by them. What a dirty dog I am! I even go with blokes! Unh-unh-unh!!
In these three cases, whatís really happened is that you didnít actually have sex with this guy. What actually happened is that you were a prop for a nice little porn fantasy he was running in his head. He had sex with himself.
Iím almost reluctant to mention the fourth possibility because it holds out some hope, and personally I donít think thereís a birthday-cake-candle glimmer of it. Maybe he does like you but is just too confused and horrified by his attraction to go any further.
But if that is the case, his homophobia will mean that the more you pine and bat your eyelashes at him, the more scared heíll get. Your only chance is to act as butch as possible, treat him with glacial indifference, and hope he comes panting after you. However I feel thereís not much chance of that. I kinda guess that being butch and uncaring isnít in your repertoire (the detail of the first cig at 27 is a bit of a giveaway Ė sweet).
So, unfortunately, I suspect the only thing to do is to realize that however nice he is, heís going to be too much trouble, and resign yourself to bedding nice, sweet, caring, keen, gay men. Does that sound too awful?