Yup, you read right. But not really the act of sex, just all of the sex-ish noise that has been invading my life lately. (And from reading your posts, I know I'm not alone

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Okay, so it just dawned on me a few weeks ago that the guy who keeps hanging around my office has been hitting on me. I'm such a dork, because apparently it's been going on for weeks, and I didn't get it. He hasn't asked if I'm married or have a boyfriend and I don't think he could miss my wedding ring which is about an two inches wide... but anyway, he's still hitting on me.
So, yesterday, this same guy shows up in the employee lounge while I'm trying to down some dinner, and he comes over and sits with me. Now that I've caught on to him, I'm aware of how he keeps checking me out and it makes me nervous. So for the 30 minutes that we're sitting there, I'm having a hard time making eye contact, and I'm fidgeting and uncomfortable, and there's 7 or 8 faculty members in the lounge too, a few of which are catching my eye and winking or raising an eyebrow because it's obvious to them that this guy's hitting on me. Oh, and I forgot to mention - this guy is
totally hot. No kidding - 6'3", broad shouldered, and obviously spends quite a bit of time in the gym.
So, the 30 minutes of his presence didn't kill me, but the aftermath almost did. I stayed up until 2am this morning, watching bad tv and eating pretzels and trail mix. (Thank god I had sense enough to not buy any chocolate.) On one hand, I'm flattered and thrilled that a hot guy is checking me out. On the other MUCH bigger hand, I'm terrified and ashamed and confused. Now, half a cup of pretzels and trail mix doesn't put me into a food coma the way that my comfort foods used to do, so I had a lot of time to think about this. There is a HUGE difference between what I know intellectually and what I feel emotionally. Intellectually, I know that it was harmless, that I didn't do anything wrong, that I didn't "lead him on" or make any indication that anything would ever happen between he and I, that this is probably going to happen again so I need to learn how to deal with it, and that I should just enjoy his flattery and attention. Emotionally, I am my 12-year-old self who was just raped and fully believe that I brought this upon myself; I am ashamed of myself without having done anything; I'm nauseated because I'm worrying over what I did to that man that made him act the way he did - it couldn't possibly be because he likes me (who would like fat, ugly, old me), it has to be because I tricked him somehow; I'm completely paranoid and start freaking out over how I've become my mother and my grandmother - both women are infamous for cheating on their spouses and there's 8 marriages between them.
So, I started beating myself up again as soon as I woke up, but the guilt of not having gone to the gym in two weeks drove me to go work out... thank god. I worked my a$$ off for almost 2 hours, and I'm so glad that I did. Afterwards, I grabbed a cup of coffee and a cigarette and called my best friend, who was able to talk some sense into me. Here's what I now know:
- All of the abuse in my childhood has made me completely phobic of anything sexual. I don't know what's "normal," so I don't feel comfortable talking about it and certainly am not comfortable being anyone's object. I'm just going to have to throw all of that junk away and relearn about healthy sexual relationships - both the flirting and non-flirting kind. I'm actually now considering taking a class.
- My best friend says that I just need to get comfortable with the fact that I'm "hot" and that this is going to happen. I'm not comfortable with that description - that so isn't me - but I don't have to be comfortable in order to start creating a plan of how to deal with the attention, rather than being caught by surprise.
- I need to trust myself. I need to learn how to trust my instincts, my opinions, my boundaries, my feelings. I love my husband more than I ever thought was possible, and I know that there is no one that I would rather be with than him. I need to trust in that.
- And, most importantly, my dearest, bestest friend said, "What do you think Stretton does when women flirt with him? He flirts back!" And he's absolutely right. My husband Stretton is very handsome and women have been falling over him at every occasion in the past 12 years that we've been together. Stretton used to work with my best friend several years ago, and he tells me that women were "throwing it at him" all the time. It's never bothered me because I've never questioned his utter devotion and love for me - I've just always considered it to be part of the territory of having a cute husband. So, why do I hold myself to different standards?! I would never blame Stretton for a woman hitting on him - it's not his fault that he's attractive.... DUH!
Whew...
I hope that this hasn't offended anyone and if there are others out there going through similar things I hope that this helps. Thank you for allowing me to emotionally purge... now I need a nap.
