Jo Kittibuck
07-24-2009, 04:21 AM
Okay, here's the deal. Apologies for length.
Backstory:
A few years ago, I fell in love with a longterm friend of mine, call him William. Confused the heck out of me, since I'm fairly sure I'm a lesbian. Never really found men sexually attractive, and I didn't find William attractive either... but it was definitely romantic love. And he seemed to be flirting pretty heavily with me as well. Not one to quibble over details, I took a shot and told him how I felt. He told me he loved me too, and we spent a beautiful night together.
A week apart due to my work, and I come back to find him getting ready for his third date with another girl. Our friendship never really recovered.
Present Day:
I've come to realize I've fallen in love with another longterm friend, also male, call him Gabriel. Heck, he's even cute enough that I could feasibly see myself wanting to "get" with him. But considering my experience with William, and the fact that Gabriel had never once looked at me romantically, I decided not to say anything.
But then Gabriel got hit with a slew of bad events. His longterm quasi-girlfriend (trial separation) called it quits. His belov'ed cat died of old age. And worst, at only 29 he found out that he has a neurological condition, and may be stuck in a wheelchair by the time he's 40. Gabriel took all this very hard, and fell into deep depression. He started drinking heavily. He can't sleep alone without nightmares, so our social group takes turns keeping him company (Turns out he's a sleep cuddler. And he twitches. And snores).
He frequently rambles about how he wishes he had someone to call his own, how he wishes he knew who She (his soulmate) is, how he's just so lonely. And it's all I can do to not offer up anything he might want of me. Cuddles, comfort, love, sex, anything to make him stop hurting.
But if him being on the rebound and me being gay(ish) isn't enough discouragement, there is one other issue:
Gabriel is a tiny, handsome fellow. Skinny as a rake. And his taste in women is likewise. Every girl he's ever been with was teeny-tiny, and model-worthy beautiful in the face.
Me? Down 40 lbs, booya, but still not anywhere near his standards. And not likely to ever be, what with loose skin and stuff. Even when (not if!) I do get down to normal weight... I was only fair to handsome as a teen, never "pretty". Good enough for me, but not enough that he'd be interested.
I know I sound like I'm saying "woe is me, I'm so ugly", but please understand I am trying to be realistic here. I love my body, I do, every little curve, wrinkle, and stretchmark. But after weighing the evidence, I seriously doubt he would. Any acceptance of an offer to be more than a friend to him would surely be the pain talking, and I feel it would fade as he heals. It wouldn't be fair to either of us.
Plus he's a terrible skirt-chaser. Even when he has a girlfriend.
I'm posting this here on Three Chicks because I know you'll understand what kind of situation I'm in. I'm fairly sure the "correct" answer to my problem is for me to stay his friend and support him that way, and continue my weight plan normally. And maybe someday when I'm 150, we'll see. But I just felt I needed to get this out of my system by talking about it.
Backstory:
A few years ago, I fell in love with a longterm friend of mine, call him William. Confused the heck out of me, since I'm fairly sure I'm a lesbian. Never really found men sexually attractive, and I didn't find William attractive either... but it was definitely romantic love. And he seemed to be flirting pretty heavily with me as well. Not one to quibble over details, I took a shot and told him how I felt. He told me he loved me too, and we spent a beautiful night together.
A week apart due to my work, and I come back to find him getting ready for his third date with another girl. Our friendship never really recovered.
Present Day:
I've come to realize I've fallen in love with another longterm friend, also male, call him Gabriel. Heck, he's even cute enough that I could feasibly see myself wanting to "get" with him. But considering my experience with William, and the fact that Gabriel had never once looked at me romantically, I decided not to say anything.
But then Gabriel got hit with a slew of bad events. His longterm quasi-girlfriend (trial separation) called it quits. His belov'ed cat died of old age. And worst, at only 29 he found out that he has a neurological condition, and may be stuck in a wheelchair by the time he's 40. Gabriel took all this very hard, and fell into deep depression. He started drinking heavily. He can't sleep alone without nightmares, so our social group takes turns keeping him company (Turns out he's a sleep cuddler. And he twitches. And snores).
He frequently rambles about how he wishes he had someone to call his own, how he wishes he knew who She (his soulmate) is, how he's just so lonely. And it's all I can do to not offer up anything he might want of me. Cuddles, comfort, love, sex, anything to make him stop hurting.
But if him being on the rebound and me being gay(ish) isn't enough discouragement, there is one other issue:
Gabriel is a tiny, handsome fellow. Skinny as a rake. And his taste in women is likewise. Every girl he's ever been with was teeny-tiny, and model-worthy beautiful in the face.
Me? Down 40 lbs, booya, but still not anywhere near his standards. And not likely to ever be, what with loose skin and stuff. Even when (not if!) I do get down to normal weight... I was only fair to handsome as a teen, never "pretty". Good enough for me, but not enough that he'd be interested.
I know I sound like I'm saying "woe is me, I'm so ugly", but please understand I am trying to be realistic here. I love my body, I do, every little curve, wrinkle, and stretchmark. But after weighing the evidence, I seriously doubt he would. Any acceptance of an offer to be more than a friend to him would surely be the pain talking, and I feel it would fade as he heals. It wouldn't be fair to either of us.
Plus he's a terrible skirt-chaser. Even when he has a girlfriend.
I'm posting this here on Three Chicks because I know you'll understand what kind of situation I'm in. I'm fairly sure the "correct" answer to my problem is for me to stay his friend and support him that way, and continue my weight plan normally. And maybe someday when I'm 150, we'll see. But I just felt I needed to get this out of my system by talking about it.