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Ho boy.
I have been married to a woman for more than a decade and am professional, good-looking, straight-acting, blah, blah, blah. I stay in shape, eat right, am 42 but have been told by many that I look 32. Life is damn good.
But yeah, I've lurked on this site for several years now from time to time, and basically used it (and others) to help me satisfy my gay tendencies/curiosities/etc. But in the last six months, my "gay side" has intensified a LOT. Why, I'm not sure. It might be because my wife has not aged as well as I have, honestly. The sex isn't the same, and that has led to lack of emotional intimacy too. And call me shallow, call me a bad person, but I've had a couple craigslist hookups in the last 6 months with guys wearing wedding rings. Nothing beyond a little jacking off -- the first time to completion, the last time not. That last one, pretty recent, left me with of feeling of OK, enough, this male attraction thing, it's more fantasy than real. As I should've anticipated, the guy said he was my age and sent a pic suggesting he looked a lot like me, but he ended up fat, bald, etc.
So by yesterday morning I had resigned myself to the fact that the internet will be good enough for me. Read some stories on this site, do a little JO once in a while, and I'm good. I woke up feeling that I'm not much attracted to guys emotionally, as I am and have been to women over the years and indeed to my wife. I woke up feeling that most of these guys on craigslist won't end up being as advertised anyway, that this is silly, that I need to wake up and work on my marriage.
Um ...
Well, yesterday, during a large-group "event," something happened. My wife wasn't there, and I was definitely not on the prowl for women or for God's sake men. But I ended up having an emotions-based, relationship-oriented "rush" that I haven't had since -- I hate to say -- I met my wife. And yes, it was with a guy. A very attractive guy, my age but also looking about 10 years younger, professional, college-educated, etc., not married, but with a teenage kid.
We REALLY seemed to hit it off. Under most circumstances, I would've gone away from such an event happy, thinking hey, another buddy, great!, we can do lunch, help each other's careers, look forward to golf, etc.
I went away from the event turned on, confused, and unprepared for the lack of sleep I ended up getting.
The guy was new to the group, as I once was, so I did what nobody did for me when I was new: sought him out right away and then during breaks, made sure he had somebody to talk to, etc. I could tell he was looking at me from time to time. During social time at the end of the event, sure enough, he sought me out, and we basically spent an hour and a half together, talking about stuff guys usually don't talk about. He's got some family shit going on, and so do I (not at all related to my marriage), and we just got the sense that we could understand some of what the other guy was going through.
For sure I signaled that I wanted to be his friend and he did the same. But there was much more there: we had that level of direct eye contact that you usually don't get and receive unless there's something more, a couple probing questions from both of us that went answered, some touches to the elbow that went returned, an invitation to get together sometime. Usually but not always this has been with women for me.
What happened at the end of the night is what really sent me for a spin. At the end, there were three of us standing -- him, me, and a younger woman who was trailing after him a little who probably had no idea how old he was. I sat down first, and he scampered to the seat next to me and let the woman sit by herself.
I don't remember who pressed whose knee into the other guy's first, but neither of us moved a muscle, for 10 minutes. I wanted to put my hand on his, or maybe his knee, but she would've seen it. Then it was time to go. I had to give somebody else a ride home, so the guy and I said goodnight with something significantly more than a guy hug, and some words that I can't really recall but that I do know were not your typical "let's do lunch" stuff.
To say I'm confused is an understatement. I purposefully haven't seen Brokeback Mountain, because I feared what I'd learn from it. This was just one night, of course, but I fear my own version of that movie has a decent chance of playing out, if not with this guy, somebody else.
I haven't felt this way in years, and almost always it's been with women, and happily so for me and for them. There have been no more than 2 guys in my entire life from whom I've sent and received these sorts of messages. (Yes, over the years, I've signaled to a couple guys I've been interested in them, mainly physically, but the signals have been unreturned.) A fair number of guys have done the same to me, but I've made sure the signals were unreturned.) One of the "mutual signal" guys was a high school friend who's still a great buddy; the other was a roommate when I was in my 20s. We never acted on any of it -- something that I regret, sitting here today.
So ...
I can't help it. A night's sleep (to the degree I slept) did no good. Sitting here this morning, I want to get to know this guy a lot better. I find him attractive in pretty much every way -- not as mere jackoff fantasy material, but as a male human being whom I'd like to get to know better than most guys get to know other guys. He's good looking but not fantastic, certainly not porn-star material (nor would I be -- yeesh!). We're probably about the same in the good-looks department, face-wise, body-type-wise, etc.
Where this could lead, of course, I have absolutely no idea. But there is little question in my mind that there is a spark there going both directions. I know I could be playing with fire regarding my (childless) marriage, and that this just happened, and that I need to cool my jets, but oh my gosh I haven't felt this since I was in my mid-20s, really.
Look, to be honest, if this guy was self-described as gay, I'd steer clear. But the fact that he's got a kid, and the fact that he told me he's in a straight relationship now, but that it's ending (yellow flag??), turned me on even more. My God!
So sitting here this morning, I'd say that neither of us is entirely gay, but from our little "knee play" we're not entirely straight either. And we're both interested in each other.
Any insights for this sleep-deprived guy whose mid-life crisis might be appearing?
I have been married to a woman for more than a decade and am professional, good-looking, straight-acting, blah, blah, blah. I stay in shape, eat right, am 42 but have been told by many that I look 32. Life is damn good.
But yeah, I've lurked on this site for several years now from time to time, and basically used it (and others) to help me satisfy my gay tendencies/curiosities/etc. But in the last six months, my "gay side" has intensified a LOT. Why, I'm not sure. It might be because my wife has not aged as well as I have, honestly. The sex isn't the same, and that has led to lack of emotional intimacy too. And call me shallow, call me a bad person, but I've had a couple craigslist hookups in the last 6 months with guys wearing wedding rings. Nothing beyond a little jacking off -- the first time to completion, the last time not. That last one, pretty recent, left me with of feeling of OK, enough, this male attraction thing, it's more fantasy than real. As I should've anticipated, the guy said he was my age and sent a pic suggesting he looked a lot like me, but he ended up fat, bald, etc.
So by yesterday morning I had resigned myself to the fact that the internet will be good enough for me. Read some stories on this site, do a little JO once in a while, and I'm good. I woke up feeling that I'm not much attracted to guys emotionally, as I am and have been to women over the years and indeed to my wife. I woke up feeling that most of these guys on craigslist won't end up being as advertised anyway, that this is silly, that I need to wake up and work on my marriage.
Um ...
Well, yesterday, during a large-group "event," something happened. My wife wasn't there, and I was definitely not on the prowl for women or for God's sake men. But I ended up having an emotions-based, relationship-oriented "rush" that I haven't had since -- I hate to say -- I met my wife. And yes, it was with a guy. A very attractive guy, my age but also looking about 10 years younger, professional, college-educated, etc., not married, but with a teenage kid.
We REALLY seemed to hit it off. Under most circumstances, I would've gone away from such an event happy, thinking hey, another buddy, great!, we can do lunch, help each other's careers, look forward to golf, etc.
I went away from the event turned on, confused, and unprepared for the lack of sleep I ended up getting.
The guy was new to the group, as I once was, so I did what nobody did for me when I was new: sought him out right away and then during breaks, made sure he had somebody to talk to, etc. I could tell he was looking at me from time to time. During social time at the end of the event, sure enough, he sought me out, and we basically spent an hour and a half together, talking about stuff guys usually don't talk about. He's got some family shit going on, and so do I (not at all related to my marriage), and we just got the sense that we could understand some of what the other guy was going through.
For sure I signaled that I wanted to be his friend and he did the same. But there was much more there: we had that level of direct eye contact that you usually don't get and receive unless there's something more, a couple probing questions from both of us that went answered, some touches to the elbow that went returned, an invitation to get together sometime. Usually but not always this has been with women for me.
What happened at the end of the night is what really sent me for a spin. At the end, there were three of us standing -- him, me, and a younger woman who was trailing after him a little who probably had no idea how old he was. I sat down first, and he scampered to the seat next to me and let the woman sit by herself.
I don't remember who pressed whose knee into the other guy's first, but neither of us moved a muscle, for 10 minutes. I wanted to put my hand on his, or maybe his knee, but she would've seen it. Then it was time to go. I had to give somebody else a ride home, so the guy and I said goodnight with something significantly more than a guy hug, and some words that I can't really recall but that I do know were not your typical "let's do lunch" stuff.
To say I'm confused is an understatement. I purposefully haven't seen Brokeback Mountain, because I feared what I'd learn from it. This was just one night, of course, but I fear my own version of that movie has a decent chance of playing out, if not with this guy, somebody else.
I haven't felt this way in years, and almost always it's been with women, and happily so for me and for them. There have been no more than 2 guys in my entire life from whom I've sent and received these sorts of messages. (Yes, over the years, I've signaled to a couple guys I've been interested in them, mainly physically, but the signals have been unreturned.) A fair number of guys have done the same to me, but I've made sure the signals were unreturned.) One of the "mutual signal" guys was a high school friend who's still a great buddy; the other was a roommate when I was in my 20s. We never acted on any of it -- something that I regret, sitting here today.
So ...
I can't help it. A night's sleep (to the degree I slept) did no good. Sitting here this morning, I want to get to know this guy a lot better. I find him attractive in pretty much every way -- not as mere jackoff fantasy material, but as a male human being whom I'd like to get to know better than most guys get to know other guys. He's good looking but not fantastic, certainly not porn-star material (nor would I be -- yeesh!). We're probably about the same in the good-looks department, face-wise, body-type-wise, etc.
Where this could lead, of course, I have absolutely no idea. But there is little question in my mind that there is a spark there going both directions. I know I could be playing with fire regarding my (childless) marriage, and that this just happened, and that I need to cool my jets, but oh my gosh I haven't felt this since I was in my mid-20s, really.
Look, to be honest, if this guy was self-described as gay, I'd steer clear. But the fact that he's got a kid, and the fact that he told me he's in a straight relationship now, but that it's ending (yellow flag??), turned me on even more. My God!
So sitting here this morning, I'd say that neither of us is entirely gay, but from our little "knee play" we're not entirely straight either. And we're both interested in each other.
Any insights for this sleep-deprived guy whose mid-life crisis might be appearing?










Any insights? Just that I'd say it's about time you made the big decision.







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