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Hi all,
WARNING...this is long. Sorry in advance,
Longtime lurker. I met a man 2 years ago online. I was single, horny, and also looking forward to the chance of dating someone for possibly something more. When we first met, the intention was for sex, but I kept my mind open for the possibility of more if we hit it off. Well, we hit it off great, and we started seeing each other every week or every other week. We would go out and do things together, and then come back to his house for a romp in the sack. Afterwards, we'd have great bed-talk.
We saw each other so intermittently because (I thought) he was always, always traveling to a particular city in another state. He claimed he has good friends there and I accepted that as that.
Anyway, as it turns out, when I have sex with someone so many times, I start to get attached to them. I thought we were slowly building a solid friendship with sex, and was optimistic about what our friendship would grow into. I didn't see ANYONE else but him. I stopped going to the site where I met him, I stopped looking...I was satisfied with what I was building with him.
However, the issue (which I should have recognized as not a healthy situation from the get-go) was that I think I was clearly more into him than he was into me. I think he saw me as a friend who was attractive enough to have sex with. I saw him as a friend who I was attracted enough to have sex with, and was beginning to feel emotionally attached.
Anyway, 9 months into our "relationship", during one night, the opening of some event was happening, and he wanted me to go with him. He asked me to use his phone to take video of the opening ceremonies (I don't want to get too into detail here in case he somehow reads this), and I see texts start rolling in saying things like "I love you too baby! xoxo" "I miss you so much can't wait to see you soon xxx" etc. My heart immediately sank when I saw those texts rolling in. However, I also realized that when we had met, we did not meet with the intention to date. Just to have sex, have fun and see where we go. He never indicated wanting a relationship beyond that in his online profile, so I tried to convince myself not to be so upset about it. I had assumed we would be open to more (especially since he kept inviting me over for the next 9 months) and that was my bad. So, I didn't say anything that night and just tried to enjoy the rest of that night.
I slept over that night, and before he got in the shower I asked him if I could use his phone so I could send myself the videos I took. Now, here's where I know I crossed the line, but after I sent myself those videos, I looked through the texts that he was receiving from the night before. After reading through them, it was clearly his boyfriend who was long distance in that city my FWB always visits.
I had a mini panic attack episode there (I know, so dramatic, lol) because (1) The guy who I really, really liked was actually taken after being led to believe he wasn't; (2) *I* am the other guy if he's cheated. Was he cheating, or did they have an open relationship?? I didn't know, and I couldn't ask since I wasn't supposed to know about any of this to begin with and I wouldn't have known if I didn't breach his privacy and read those texts.
So, what did I do? I tried to convince myself it was an open relationship. My FWB is a good guy...he wouldn't be so slimy. So, I told myself that I can just accept him as a FWB and nothing more. He likes me enough to keep inviting me over on these dates, and I'll just enjoy this relationship for what it is.
So, throughout the next year, I started "joking" with him whenever he got a text or a phone call, or when he would tell me he was traveling out of town to that city again, by saying things like "Oh, that must be your boyfriend" or "Ah, so you're going to see your boyfriend again!" -- just to see his reaction. I thought we built up enough of a friendship where he could at least be honest with me, but he would always get nervous and laugh it off like I was being ridiculous. But one day, I finally just told him straight up I know he has a boyfriend, blahblahblah. I told him how I knew (yes, I admitted the text thing) and how I pieced together all his trips and his phone calls he'd always receive during our dates.
He apologized profusely about it and was saying he was just scared I'd get angry and want to stop seeing him. He ended up telling me they've been together for 8 years, he and his boyfriend do NOT have an open relationship, that he feels guilty about all this, but that he also knows his boyfriend is sleeping around with other guys where he lives. He says he knew this based on finding his online dating profiles and by seeing how he sees so many different phone numbers on his boyfriend's phone bill (they share an account). However, he loves his boyfriend and in the 8 years they've been together, he's obviously integrated himself very well with his boyfriend, his family, his network, and vice versa.
I told him I understood, that I wasn't comfortable AT ALL with this situation, but that I can understand that their relationship has some issues being long distance and everything and that I get it -- they both need sex regularly. However, at this point I'm feeling really slimy about myself because *I* am that other guy...the guy who now knowingly is having an affair. I wanted to stop seeing him, but at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to do it, because by now, I've become attached to him as a friend. Yes, I'm saying friend, because I knew when I discovered he had a boyfriend to begin with, nothing more would happen between us, and I learned how to accept that and just be a good friend (with benefits) with him. I became OK with this, telling myself that when I meet someone for myself, I can end this FWB with him (and hopefully still stay as just friends, since we knew each other for so long). I tried telling myself that, if his boyfriend is cheating on him too, then...I guess I'm not that shitty of a person continuing this relationship? (I know, throw the tomatoes at me...this is awful logic, but bare in mind I'm a sucker and care for my FWB).
Anyway, a few more months pass, we still see each other, go on fun dates, etc...but we still only see each other once a week or once every two weeks. However, this week, I learned I'm actually not the only other guy he sees. I helped him get the new iPhone, and while I was making sure all his stuff got transferred over, I saw he has several dating apps. Yes, I snooped again (I KNOW...this is terrible of me, I know), and saw he had SO many conversations with other guys, asking to meet up, saying things like "I want to see you again" and "that was fun last week". And, there were sooo many other messages he was sending to guys, flirting with them, etc. Of course, I didn't say anything again, because I'm not supposed to be snooping.
So now, this is just too much for me. I feel completely expendable and replaceable to him. I feel completely unimportant, and yes, hurt. I KNOW I was just a FWB...that was our relationship...but I thought I was his only FWB. I know it sounds so lame, but that still did make me feel a little special that he cared about me enough to keep up this relationship with me (and I thought, just me). Now I realize I am just another one of the many guys he sees and does stuff with.
So, my question is, should I be upset about this, or is it irrational? Because this IS just a FWB situation...it's NOT a relationship, and I obviously kept trying to convince myself I was a little more important to him than just a typical fuck buddy. I got attached when I wasn't supposed to and that's my fault...so can I really be mad at him? At this point I am lost and hurt about this.
Anyway, guys, I completely know I'm not Mr. Innocent here either. I continued to stay in this slimy situation, and I did snoop through his personal messages. Both are big no-nos and I know that. I can't excuse any of that, so I expect criticism there. But if you could also withhold some of those rotten tomatoes too, that would be great.
Thanks guys, sorry this is long as all Hell.
WARNING...this is long. Sorry in advance,
Longtime lurker. I met a man 2 years ago online. I was single, horny, and also looking forward to the chance of dating someone for possibly something more. When we first met, the intention was for sex, but I kept my mind open for the possibility of more if we hit it off. Well, we hit it off great, and we started seeing each other every week or every other week. We would go out and do things together, and then come back to his house for a romp in the sack. Afterwards, we'd have great bed-talk.
We saw each other so intermittently because (I thought) he was always, always traveling to a particular city in another state. He claimed he has good friends there and I accepted that as that.
Anyway, as it turns out, when I have sex with someone so many times, I start to get attached to them. I thought we were slowly building a solid friendship with sex, and was optimistic about what our friendship would grow into. I didn't see ANYONE else but him. I stopped going to the site where I met him, I stopped looking...I was satisfied with what I was building with him.
However, the issue (which I should have recognized as not a healthy situation from the get-go) was that I think I was clearly more into him than he was into me. I think he saw me as a friend who was attractive enough to have sex with. I saw him as a friend who I was attracted enough to have sex with, and was beginning to feel emotionally attached.
Anyway, 9 months into our "relationship", during one night, the opening of some event was happening, and he wanted me to go with him. He asked me to use his phone to take video of the opening ceremonies (I don't want to get too into detail here in case he somehow reads this), and I see texts start rolling in saying things like "I love you too baby! xoxo" "I miss you so much can't wait to see you soon xxx" etc. My heart immediately sank when I saw those texts rolling in. However, I also realized that when we had met, we did not meet with the intention to date. Just to have sex, have fun and see where we go. He never indicated wanting a relationship beyond that in his online profile, so I tried to convince myself not to be so upset about it. I had assumed we would be open to more (especially since he kept inviting me over for the next 9 months) and that was my bad. So, I didn't say anything that night and just tried to enjoy the rest of that night.
I slept over that night, and before he got in the shower I asked him if I could use his phone so I could send myself the videos I took. Now, here's where I know I crossed the line, but after I sent myself those videos, I looked through the texts that he was receiving from the night before. After reading through them, it was clearly his boyfriend who was long distance in that city my FWB always visits.
I had a mini panic attack episode there (I know, so dramatic, lol) because (1) The guy who I really, really liked was actually taken after being led to believe he wasn't; (2) *I* am the other guy if he's cheated. Was he cheating, or did they have an open relationship?? I didn't know, and I couldn't ask since I wasn't supposed to know about any of this to begin with and I wouldn't have known if I didn't breach his privacy and read those texts.
So, what did I do? I tried to convince myself it was an open relationship. My FWB is a good guy...he wouldn't be so slimy. So, I told myself that I can just accept him as a FWB and nothing more. He likes me enough to keep inviting me over on these dates, and I'll just enjoy this relationship for what it is.
So, throughout the next year, I started "joking" with him whenever he got a text or a phone call, or when he would tell me he was traveling out of town to that city again, by saying things like "Oh, that must be your boyfriend" or "Ah, so you're going to see your boyfriend again!" -- just to see his reaction. I thought we built up enough of a friendship where he could at least be honest with me, but he would always get nervous and laugh it off like I was being ridiculous. But one day, I finally just told him straight up I know he has a boyfriend, blahblahblah. I told him how I knew (yes, I admitted the text thing) and how I pieced together all his trips and his phone calls he'd always receive during our dates.
He apologized profusely about it and was saying he was just scared I'd get angry and want to stop seeing him. He ended up telling me they've been together for 8 years, he and his boyfriend do NOT have an open relationship, that he feels guilty about all this, but that he also knows his boyfriend is sleeping around with other guys where he lives. He says he knew this based on finding his online dating profiles and by seeing how he sees so many different phone numbers on his boyfriend's phone bill (they share an account). However, he loves his boyfriend and in the 8 years they've been together, he's obviously integrated himself very well with his boyfriend, his family, his network, and vice versa.
I told him I understood, that I wasn't comfortable AT ALL with this situation, but that I can understand that their relationship has some issues being long distance and everything and that I get it -- they both need sex regularly. However, at this point I'm feeling really slimy about myself because *I* am that other guy...the guy who now knowingly is having an affair. I wanted to stop seeing him, but at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to do it, because by now, I've become attached to him as a friend. Yes, I'm saying friend, because I knew when I discovered he had a boyfriend to begin with, nothing more would happen between us, and I learned how to accept that and just be a good friend (with benefits) with him. I became OK with this, telling myself that when I meet someone for myself, I can end this FWB with him (and hopefully still stay as just friends, since we knew each other for so long). I tried telling myself that, if his boyfriend is cheating on him too, then...I guess I'm not that shitty of a person continuing this relationship? (I know, throw the tomatoes at me...this is awful logic, but bare in mind I'm a sucker and care for my FWB).
Anyway, a few more months pass, we still see each other, go on fun dates, etc...but we still only see each other once a week or once every two weeks. However, this week, I learned I'm actually not the only other guy he sees. I helped him get the new iPhone, and while I was making sure all his stuff got transferred over, I saw he has several dating apps. Yes, I snooped again (I KNOW...this is terrible of me, I know), and saw he had SO many conversations with other guys, asking to meet up, saying things like "I want to see you again" and "that was fun last week". And, there were sooo many other messages he was sending to guys, flirting with them, etc. Of course, I didn't say anything again, because I'm not supposed to be snooping.
So now, this is just too much for me. I feel completely expendable and replaceable to him. I feel completely unimportant, and yes, hurt. I KNOW I was just a FWB...that was our relationship...but I thought I was his only FWB. I know it sounds so lame, but that still did make me feel a little special that he cared about me enough to keep up this relationship with me (and I thought, just me). Now I realize I am just another one of the many guys he sees and does stuff with.
So, my question is, should I be upset about this, or is it irrational? Because this IS just a FWB situation...it's NOT a relationship, and I obviously kept trying to convince myself I was a little more important to him than just a typical fuck buddy. I got attached when I wasn't supposed to and that's my fault...so can I really be mad at him? At this point I am lost and hurt about this.
Anyway, guys, I completely know I'm not Mr. Innocent here either. I continued to stay in this slimy situation, and I did snoop through his personal messages. Both are big no-nos and I know that. I can't excuse any of that, so I expect criticism there. But if you could also withhold some of those rotten tomatoes too, that would be great.
Thanks guys, sorry this is long as all Hell.





















