Spiky 401 asks: I just got into college, and immediately met this dude. It’s almost a month now, we started talked for sometime and decided to exchange numbers and see each other, but we didn’t because I had to visit my aunt at her house. After I got back to school we finally met and went out to a park. Nothing happened there, we went back to school, but not straight to the hostel, we strolled around the school and sat down in a quiet area. We talked about some things like family, entrepreneurship, school (he’d just graduated out of the same school). Then he asked me if I had dated before, I told him yes and that I would never like anyone the way I liked my ex. He asked me to tell him about my ex, which I did, and he promised to make me forget about him. From there he held my hand, stood up, and made me stand up. He hugged me real tight. It was shocking but comforting. From there, he picked me up from the ground – right that moment I thought he was gonna attack me but he didn’t, he dropped me and then he started to kiss me, I mean I have never kissed or hugged a dude but here he was kissing me. Every time I tried to pull away he stopped and hugged me until I got used to his lips on mine. I barely know the guy and I don’t feel that connection I had with my ex. But after the kiss I kept on recalling it and wanting to see him more. Please what do you advise I do, to be on the safe side without losing my innocence?
Hi Spiky 401 –
Well, my quick answer is that I want you to get a little more spiky, Spiky!
But here’s my long one. First, I want you to go to AskShirelle.com, and search for a question asked by HarrietteS, and read it and my answer.
Have you read it?
Have you read it all?
Okay, Spiky 401, so your situation with this guy wasn’t exactly the same as mine with the bulldog. But it’s actually close enough, in one regard: Both guys came from the belief that they could overpower us females into wanting what we said we didn’t want. And this is SOOOOO WRONG! I’m sure you’ve heard about the whole #MeToo movement going on; and while this guy only was kissing you and luckily not doing more, you are now a #MeToo-er, because he forced you into something you didn’t want! I’m not saying to call the cops – he didn’t take it too far, thank goodness. But he still took it farther than you wanted – and you were being very clear about your feelings.
Now it’s funny, when I started reading your letter, I thought I’d be getting onto your case about saying, or even believing, that you’d never again feel what you felt for your ex. I think there’s a really great chance that you will feel as much, or even more, for someone someday. But here’s the stupid thing about this new guy – he totally blew his chances of getting to be that someone! Can you trust him now? Are you going to let yourself feel things you can’t even imagine feeling, for him? I really doubt it! So by trying to be “super manly” and overpower your feelings, he just lost the chance to really win your love! (At least most likely)
Now I realize you’re saying that you eventually liked the kissing, and it reminded you of your ex. And that’s really nice.
So here’s what you’ve learned – you found out that you CAN feel that for someone else. But do you really want it to be this guy?
And what this all leads up to is this advice: I would be very happy if you told this guy to go jump in the lake. But if you really want to see him again, I urge you to take charge of this relationship. Tell him what he did wrong as well as what he did right. Tell him what’s scaring you. And tell him what would make you drop him like a porcupine if he ever tried it.
And then stick by what you said.
If he can let you set these rules, then maybe he can beat past the trust problems he created. And maybe you can go into something feeling safe. But if he can’t respect your boundaries, then you’re absolutely correct about not feeling safe, and should drop him like maggot-filled roadkill, and look to meet other boys at school – some of whose kisses might even be better than those of that ex, and not frighten you.
All my best,