What first sparked my lust for Jon was an incredibly powerful exchange of extended eye contact the third time we met. Because he hadn't really been on my radar until that moment, I was stunned - and incredibly turned on - when his eyes reached deep inside me and held me captive.
The incident was so exhilarating, and so deeply erotic, that afterward I wondered if what I felt was fantasy. But over the course of several more meetings, our eyes kept meeting and lingering, and he said and did things that seemed to imply he was interested in me.
One of the more provocative things he did was tell me about the sexual relationship he had with a male friend in high school. He explained that their cue to each other when they wanted to fool around was to raise their eyebrow. That was all it took; no words.
When he told me that story I wondered if he was being clever. He obviously knew about our numerous incidents of provocative eye contact. Why not play the same non-verbal game with me that he did with his high school friend?
But then there were other things he did that were dismissive. For example, a short time after he told me about his high school friend I gave him my contact information, yet he never contacted me. And the last time I saw him, I asked if he was planning to stay longer at the party we were attending, and he said he was, but instead he left minutes later without saying goodbye.
The last three months have been a long and frustrating roller coaster ride with Jon. I'm constantly wondering if I'm delusional or if he's genuinely interested in me. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him in more than a month and I have no idea when I'll see him again.
Well, a few days ago I thought of a great excuse to email him (and not seem like a stalker since I got his address from a mutual friend and not directly from him). Given the uncertainty of the situation I played it safe in my email, except for one double-entente, flirtatious sentence.
His reply was polite, much in the same way a co-worker's would be. He did not respond to my flirtatious sentence, instead he ignored it. And he let our email conversation drop after just one exchange. So now I have my answer; actions really do speak louder than words. He's not interested. I get it.
What I don't get are all his flirtatious non-verbal signals. I did not imagine them. Jon's a smart guy. When he stares into my eyes, he knows what he's doing. I suppose there's a chance that such intense eye contact is not sensual for him, but that seems unlikely.
What frustrates me is that I try very hard to avoid these kinds of disappointing situations. I always assume no one is interested in me until their actions prove otherwise. Jon's actions, including telling me about his high school friend, were unquestionably suggestive. Did he lead me on? Or am I fool? Some of both, probably.
Anyway, what matters now is not how this experience turned out, but how I deal with it.
One of the major reasons I've been celibate for more than two years is that I can't take rejection. When I reach out to someone and they ignore or dismiss me, it cuts me to the core and spawns a multi-week cyclone of depression and self-hatred. If I was 14, that kind of response would be normal, but since I'm 48, it's pathetic.
Once again and true to form, as soon as I realized that Jon was not interested in me, I plunged into depression. I cursed every aspect of my life, then hated myself even more for being so immature. The self-loathing was very intense, probably made all the worse because I had several months to figure this out without making this mistake.
After falling into the pit of negativity and self-hate, I really thought I was going to be stuck there for weeks. But much to my surprise, by mid-morning of the following day I was already feeling better. My mood improved even more once I realized that my relatively quick bounce-back implied that, maybe, I could try dating again.
I wish I knew what caused my state of mind to shift from negative to positive so abruptly, but I honestly have no clue. Exercise might be a factor.
Unfortunately, the good news of feeling more motivated to date again was quickly eclipsed. Something Gabbie did the next day soured that hard-won taste of happiness. I'll share what happened in my next post.