No String Attached is a new movie out about two friends that have sex without the ties of a relationship. As much as anyone, I wish this could actually be true. There is always someone who wants more from the relationship…more sex or more emotions. Normally it is me.
When it happens to me, I tell myself, “I told you so.” I have actually tried to steer clear of these types of relationship as I have grown wiser. Not because I don’t like no string attached sex, but because often the strings just get more tangled in these situations. It’s an oxymoron.
For once, unfortunately, I have found myself on the opposite side of one of these relationships. I realize I would rather be the “victim” rather than be responsible for such pain. This is probably just because I am a girl. This is probably just because I got to play the crying loser so many times. This is probably because some guys just can’t be shaken.
D and I dated years and years ago, and ironically I broke up with him for many reasons, yet number one was for something I believed was better string-free sex. A different story, but it ended in the asshole getting married and wanting to continuing the string-free sex. I have not made the best decisions in life; hence why now I have grown.
After D and I’s relationship ended, he ran away with his tail between his legs, and I moved on to the aforementioned failure. I never went into the reasons for breaking things off with D. In fact, we succumbed to the best break-up relationship: he hid for a few months, and we never mentioned it again…well at least for a couple years. This excellent break-up that still kept us friends was probably because I didn’t tell him every little detail to why I ended the relationship. I thought I was being noble or respectful. D and I have been friends for years. What he needed from me was to end the heartache and what-ifs he still believes in today.
One reason I dumped D was because I was more independent than he was. He was so incredibly needy and could not be alone; something he admits to even today. He immediately found himself in a new relationship, which is still continuing four years later. He lives with her but hates their life. I knew when we started dating that his hope was to move in together; he just appeared like one of those guys that wanted to settle down out of laziness. They moved in together in less than six weeks.
Now D is faced with a relationship he can’t seem to get out of; mainly because it would cost him some money to find a new place. It goes against the code of laziness to find a new house. He dreams too big. He can’t live with an apartment; he wants to house with a garage for less than five hundred. It isn’t going to happen, not even in the Midwest. I know the real reason he doesn’t want to leave. He knows he has it good, and he is actually hoping to save some time. Instead of getting a place and wasting money, he would rather fall in love with someone else immediately and move in with them. Every girl’s dream!
Our friendship has been tested in these months of indecision on his part. Because he can’t be alone, he travels around town visiting every person he knows over the course of the day, sometimes multiple visits per house. He avoids his home unless it is dinner or time for bed.
At my house, he watches TV and says nothing. I try to make conversation with him, and he answers as all true men in grunts and huhs. It is like talking to myself, which isn’t even something I do in my alone time. Now that I have given up on making conversation with him. Another reason I broke up with him years earlier was because he called all day long, even while I was at work, about nothing. He would call with nothing to say and nothing in common, but sex. This doesn’t seem to bother guys.
Still this new friendship probably could have worked. He whines to other friends about his relationship. I guess he finds that because of our past relationship, a whole five weeks five years ago, prevents him from getting into dirty details. When he does speak of his relationship, it is because he wants sympathy for his sad life. I rarely had to listen to the whining. However, there was a little bit too much alcohol one night.
The other people we were out with were extra drunk. I suggested something along the lines that he babysit me, so I am not totally stupid and could get home. He laughs and makes a lunge like we are going to hug…it’s more like rubbing up against each other. Again I am drunk. I add that he should also not take advantage of me. This begins the end of our friendship.
Beginning a rant about his girlfriend, he starts to remember our old times of only five weeks. He remembers them fondly, and in his stories, it lasted years not weeks. Not in my right mind, I actually suggest if he could get out of his stupid relationship and move out like he always talks about, we could have no strings attached sex.
I make it home in a dizzy walk alone; it’s only blocks. I have no idea what I have started.
D starts to visit more and more often. He begins to suggest really long hugs when we part. I don’t even hug my sister good-bye. As we sit on the couch, he attempts to rub my feet. I have learned to sit in a totally different chair, so as to not sit next to him. He alludes to sex and how willpower is difficult. It clearly doesn’t matter that he has a girlfriend. His sights are set on ME! In his fantasy our willpower overcomes us, and we just naturally move in together. No work involved.
Another reason why I broke up with him five years ago was that he didn’t “date”. He hung out. He watched TV. He tagged along on normal events. The relationship was probably a tiny bit more than five weeks of sexual lust. When the lust was gone, I was over it. It should have only been no string attached sex in the first place in my mind. D was never someone I saw a future with, sadly. As he spends his time driving from house to house, I feel sorry for this poor girl he lives with.
For weeks we continued to just hang out; weeks that involved him accidentally bumping into me in order to touch me and more hugs. Fed up with the defensive tactics I had to utilize in his presence, I began to attempt to not-quite-so-subtly get him to stop making the offensive remarks and touching me. I explained that I didn’t want to be the girl he jumped to next, that I didn’t want a relationship, that his lack of loyalty to his girlfriend was unattractive, that I was, in fact, not lusting after him, I tried EVERYTHING! I told him that he was not allowed to visit my house with the thought of a sexual relationship. It wasn’t fair to his girlfriend.
I was brutally honest, and finally about two weeks ago, I upset him enough that he didn’t visit for like four days, a miracle to say the least. When I did see him out, he went to hug me good-bye, and I made him hug another friend too to prove we were hugging as friends. In the end, our only meeting was short and sweet. I love it when you tell a guy to back off and he tries to punish you for your accusations by backing off. He really showed me.
Five years ago I broke up with him because he was needy and dependent. Not to mention the teacher in me dreads D’s vocabulary and lack of social skills. He doesn’t listen to anything, and when he doesn’t understand what is being said, he turns it into something sexual; making a vulgar comment about how just sitting next to each other is an extreme feat on his part. His jokes make no sense most of the time and his grammar is atrocious. Not an exaggeration but a true redneck. Don’t get me wrong he is a loyal true friend and would help with anything in an instant. However, he is more like a good friend with a mind of a teenager at forty and not a love interest. We are better as friends. The teacher in me can hardly avoid necessary cringes with every ‘it don’t’ and double negatives.
Upon D’s return, he did improve for a few days, but I can still see him slipping back to his old ways. Clearly sex with him would include so many strings it would be impossible to escape without totally destroying the friendship. Yet, I will have to be brutal. Yesterday he asked me if I had fantasies about him, I looked into his eyes and said with a laugh, “No.” It was hurtful. Still I am going to have to be even more than honest. Sex has to be taken off the table all together.