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Lusting for Love

January 8, 2014 by D. A. Wolf 8 Comments

By Sophie Rosen

Beautiful Sad WomanUntil age 39, I had sex with one man and only one man, my husband. We met in high school and fell passionately in love. However, my first sexual experience was far from romantic. We were fooling around on my bedroom floor, and it kind of just… happened.

I cried afterwards in the bathroom, staring down at my blood-stained underpants, thinking, “what had I done.”

Not long afterwards, I experienced spotting between my periods and my mother took me to her gynecologist. The doctor, who was in his forties, had a daughter my age. He appeared to be just another dad.

I don’t know of any woman who enjoys a trip to the gynecologist, or any girl who isn’t nervous about her first. The sterility of the room, the uncomfortable table, the stirrups, the speculum; it was all so antiseptic, and as a teenager, I was petrified.

The doctor had advised my mother and me beforehand that he would prescribe birth control pills only if I was already sexually active, as my periods would likely regulate naturally. When my mother left, the doctor asked if I was sexually active, reminding me that anything I said would be strictly confidential. So I told him yes.

As he inserted the speculum, I squirmed in discomfort and told him I was afraid. Instead of reassuring me, he was abrupt: “I don’t have time for this.” Then he stormed out of the room. There I sat – alone, cold, feeling fragile – in that paper gown that adds to feeling so vulnerable. When the doctor returned, I composed myself, and I stared straight up at the ceiling, completely still, as he examined me, roughly.

When he finished, he asked, “Do you climax?

I was frozen, unsure of what to say.

“Excuse me?” I whispered, not because I didn’t understand what he asked, but because I couldn’t believe what he asked.

He repeated, irritated, “Do. You. Climax.”

“Excuse me?” I managed to croak.

“I just want to know if the sex is worth it.”

Stunned, I remained silent as I watched him walk out, letting the door slam behind him.

I dressed quickly, leaving that office and hoping never to return. In the hallway, my mother emerged from another room, tears streaming down her cheeks. The doctor had told her. Disappointment was written all over her face.

Back at home, my mother was still crying as was I, as she scolded me for having sex and ordered me to stop immediately. It was a de facto cease and desist order. I felt cheap, like I was “one of those girls,” even though I wasn’t. My mother was a single parent and presumably felt she needed additional support. She rushed to fill in my grandparents, her friend, and the cleaning lady.

I was humiliated.

My boyfriend and I continued to date (and have sex) until we married when I was 22. Our sex life was the only one I knew. It was safe and comfortable and, as the years passed, altogether boring. I rarely craved sex and could easily go months without it. I loved my husband very much, but was no longer in love with him or attracted to him.

So, when I found myself suddenly separated at 39, I was still very much sexually inexperienced, despite a 24-year relationship that included 16 years of marriage and three children.

My next “first” occurred when I met a man online and went out on my second first date as a newly single woman. He was my polar opposite as far as sexual experience goes. Never married at 46, he had nearly 30 years of experience under his belt, literally. Although highly educated and clean cut, he oozed sexuality in the way that only a “bad boy” could. We had sex on our second date, and for me it was a rite of passage into womanhood. It wasn’t romantic; it was thrilling.

This man represented everything that married life was not. He lived alone in a Manhattan apartment equipped with not much more than a flat screen TV, a bedroom without a lamp, a bed with no headboard, and a nightstand filled with condoms. He was charismatic and could make me melt with the flash of a smile. At first I thought he was elusive but, in reality, he was emotionally unavailable, which made it impossible to get to know him.

On and off, over the course of 20 months, he became the college fling I never had. The problem was college flings are meant to come and go, and this one lasted well past its expiration date. He finally kicked my ass to the curb when he announced he met someone only days after we were together last.

Since the day I laid eyes on him, I lusted for this man. But he never wanted an exclusive relationship with me, so as time wore on, I came away feeling sad and empty after our visits. What I truly lusted for was love and intimacy. Naively, I hung on to the hope of that happening, which it never did.

His purpose in my life is now clear: he drew me away from the man I loved and toward the woman I am growing into, a woman who is confident and comfortable with her sexual identity.

Ironically, even today, whenever I have sex with a new partner, and there have been very few to date, I inevitably revert back to my teenage self, feeling a slight tinge of shame for my transgression. I imagine it’s because I have yet to find the right man. I know when I do, and there is that perfect combination of love and lust, I will feel no shame at all. Only joy.
 
© Sophie Rosen


When not chauffeuring her three kids to and from extracurricular activities, Sophie Rosen blogs at MiddleAgedMan-ia where she discusses issues relating to divorce, dating and single parenting. She is a graduate of a large national law school and has spent time living abroad in Hong Kong. Visit her Facebook page here and follow her on Twitter at @MiddleAgedMania.

 
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Comments

  1. William Belle says

    January 8, 2014 at 6:37 pm

    I am sad. I am sorry. I am pained. And I am furious. The doctor? He should have his license revoked. The husband? The story seems typical of a number of failed first marriages. The bad boy? An experience doesn’t have to last forever to be still considered worthwhile.

    But it’s the use of the word shame. It’s the use of the word transgression in the same sentence as sex. We are very much a product of our environment: our family, peer group, and society. Sex is a beautiful wondrous thing. Sex is primordial, a fundamental part of who we are as human beings. Sex is the glue which binds us together. As I wrote elsewhere: Sex is a good thing, but with the right person, it is a great thing.

    I wish you and all the readers of your article have good sex. Life without it can be pretty dull. But I will add my sincerest wish that someday you meet that right person and have great sex. It makes living worthwhile. It makes sense of life itself.

    All the best to you in your world.

    Reply
    • D. A. Wolf says

      January 8, 2014 at 7:31 pm

      I share your outrage at the doctors response, all the more shocking as this must have been the late 80s.

      Reply
  2. Cathy says

    January 8, 2014 at 10:55 pm

    How horrifying to put your trust in someone who should be beyond reproach to only have them betray you. He took advantage of your vulnerability which makes me wonder how that has affected your ability to be vulnerable in relationships.
    Shame on him for shaming you!

    Reply
  3. Stan Faryna says

    January 8, 2014 at 11:12 pm

    Sex can be thrilling, humiliating, blah blah blah. It sucks when we have connected with someone who walks in darkness because that darkness will follow you through your journey and that is not even worth a thousand nights of seemingly neverending successions of mind-blowing orgasms.

    Been there. Done that.

    It is written that the human body was not made for sexual immorality. And these are trying times even for those who hunger for glory in Christ. What shall we do?

    Reply
  4. Barbara says

    January 9, 2014 at 9:03 pm

    How horrifying for you on so many levels – the doctor, the betrayal of his confidence, and your mother’s hurt, shame and spreading the word, so to speak. That’s a lot for a young girl to carry. And the pendulum seems to have swung completely the other way with the bad boy. Kind of fun, I would imagine, minus the dismissive way he ended it. Wishing you that happy, just right alchemy with love and a partner, soon.

    Reply
  5. Cuckoo Momma says

    January 13, 2014 at 12:10 am

    I am beyond horrified at the doctor. OMG. What a traumatic experience for you. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine having your trust betrayed like that and how alone you must have felt. Terrible. An outrage.

    Reply
  6. Christopher says

    July 13, 2014 at 10:54 pm

    You are a terrific writer! Clean, succinct prose.

    Reply
  7. ABC says

    March 15, 2016 at 5:11 pm

    Do no harm indeed.

    Privacy indeed.

    The fact your mother scolded you only makes it worse; your mother should always be there for you no matter what. I’m not saying she wasn’t generally and I’m not saying she’s a bad mother, but after such a humiliating experience with the doctor and his antics (including his outrageous, unethical question which frankly is not any of his business) being comforted by your mother (or whomever) would have been the most welcome thing ever. But to be scolded and having her attempt (keyword) to make you repress yourself? That’s so wrong. And: repressing yourself is harmful as I know but with entirely different set of circumstances (male, 34 and never been in any kind of relationship, not even held hands with anyone but because of how I was treated years ago by other kids I repressed all social behaviour).

    Reply

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