But you had me pegged wrong thinking I was totally platonic and never had any desire for romance. Quite the contrary, a desire for romance consumes me even though I've accepted that I won't have romance, it's an acceptance that I'm not happy about at all, it's like accepting a prison sentence. You'll go along without a fight, but you're not happy about it. You know that someone else has made this decision for you and you have to abide by it, that this decision is just and you deserve it, but at the same time, you know it'll cause you suffering and you can forget your own hopes and dreams.
I just don't get angry at other people for it, but I am very much depressed about it, and still harbor an unhealthy hatred in all of it, it's just that hatred is aimed at myself.
I think I almost mirror this. Almost scarily uncanny, Jamdoc.
I work with a bunch of women....and, well, a lot of them attractive. "Water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink". At work, you have to watch yourself and not cross boundaries or HR might call you on the carpet. In fact, I once befriended a woman at work, to only have her turn the cold shoulder on me when she put in her 2 week notice. So I wonder if I should even make friends at work, keep real life and work separate, I dunno.
Anyways, got off on a tangent...
There was this new hire, she was married with 18 mos old twins...for whatever reason she came off as rather flirty with me, but with no intent. I kind of thought it was for show. I didn't encourage it.
One day she came to my defense when an irate customer got up in my face...it was near the end of the day, at closing time, and I wanted to get her out the door as opposed to argue....she came to my defense....touched my arm and took over the conversation to do damage control, and I got the feels. (Hadn't been touched by a woman affectionately in a while).
You could probably say I'm affection starved.
Sometimes I'd see a woman complaining about back pain, and one of her female co-workers would actually massage that area of the back. Then I thought, "They didn't think to ask me?" But...maybe it'd be considered weird if a man volunteered to massage the crimp in her back...at work.
I saw another woman offer a woman co-worker a hug when she was feeling down. I thought about chiming in in "I could use a hug, too!" Then realized the double standard that it would be weird if a man did it.
The fact she was married wasn't really relevant, I think she was behaving motheringly, could have been any woman...but my point was it's been a long time since I've been shown affection by a woman and sometimes that's all it takes to really make an impact. But at the same time, teased me in a sense....which can lead to more frustration.
I guess that photo moment is probably the furthest you'll get with a woman I suppose?