Once upon a time, I would talk openly about my sex life, wants and desires with my male friends. I would have a few beers and shoot the shit with my boys. I would talk sex, and sex appeal like it was nothing. Guys would discuss sexual frustrations and conquests in my company and I would join, make fun or commiserate with them. It was normal, natural and comfortable for me, but that time seems like nothing but a fairy tale now. Why did this behaviour change? Because of my open relationship status.
I am no longer comfortable with the guys, and the only thing to have changed is that I am in an open relationship. I’ve struggled with the loss of my male friends as I have mentioned in previous posts, and the unfortunate thing is, I cannot get any of the friendships with these particular men back. The dynamic has shifted to one where, being monogamous with a man, gave me the right to talk about sex without my male companions taking things too far. I had earned the freedom to speak my mind, in part because I was unattainable. In an open relationship, I have lost that protection.
Now, I cannot get through guys heads, that I am still unattainable to my friends. I do not want to sleep with every man I see, and no my close male friends do not have a chance with me. But in the back of their minds, there is a chance that I will cave and thus they misinterpret shooting the shit, as they have a chance. It freaking sucks sometimes. I used to love the freedom of expression that I got hanging out with guys, my real guy friends. And I am not just one of those woman who was deluded into thinking that she was one of the guys, as I was. I have been the only chick who attended guys nights more times than I can count. And, I was usually welcomed by everyone there except my ex, though he warmed up to the idea after a while.
I have tried so many times over the past few years to make male friends. To state explicitly that we are only friends and to just treat me like one of the guys. But the second they find out I am in an open relationship, BAM, friendship is over, and the hunt begins. It gets exhausting for me to keep shooting guys down. I feel like a pompous ass writing that, but that’s the truth. I get hit on, all the freaking time, by guys who I would like to be able to trust and open up to. The way I used. The way they still do to me.
But now, I just don’t enjoy being part of guys night. Now, I feel like I have to be on guard. That I have to watch what I say, because the last few times I have been out with the boys, it has ended in disaster. One instance a guy started putting E down, by telling me that I could do so much better, and would if I was free of him, and E was in the same freaking room. A tactic that actually almost ended two friendships instead of just the one. And more recently, I started getting racy facebook messages from a guy that I am clearly not interested in, and have not made even the slightest hint that I am. But, he reads my blog, and feels that he has every right to start flirting with me. Is he thinking that I write it for him? Or just not thinking long term at all because he enjoys the pictures? I have no clue, other than that I have tried to shut that down a few times, but to no avail.
So the takeaway seems to be that because I am open, I have a target on my back. I am free for the picking. That I don’t actually need friends, or good conversation, or even just a fun night of beer and shenanigans like I used to. No, instead, you would rather try taking that less than 1% shot that you have a chance with me, and ensure that you don’t have a cool, fun chick that you can just hang out with.
And seriously guys, you fucked up on this one. You’re immature and thinking with your dicks! And what’s more, my stories are much more interesting now.