I think I’m… wtfromantic. Or maybe heteroromantic. Or aromantic? Or panromantic? AH I DON’T KNOW.

This post, below, is mainly a response to The Ace Theist’s newest blog post, Puzzling Over Crushes. It’s also just me mulling over a ton of thoughts I’ve been having for a while and actually typing them out because I feel like sharing. Warning: Lots of ridiculous rambling below, including a lot of extra autobiographical information that you really didn’t need to know but I’m sharing anyway. I am sharing my entire history for you guys because it’s also my way to hash it all out for myself – typing it out is like me thinking through all of it for the first time.

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I am a 24-year-old young woman. I identify as asexual, and currently I am sort of considering my romantic orientation to be… in progress. Give me some more time to decide, please? Lol. I think I relate to some definitions I’ve seen given for wtfromantic more than anything else – mainly the definition that romantic love/attraction is too poorly defined, therefore I don’t know if I am aromantic or rather something else. I posted a blog post entitled What is the difference between Platonic and RomanticΒ Love? a little while ago, which kind of highlights part of how confused I’ve been for some time now. πŸ˜› Anyone else in this position?

So back to my story… I grew up in a hetero-normative culture, of course. So I assumed, as a young prepubescent girl, that one day I’d grow up and fall in love with a guy (and marry him, and have children with him). I assumed it was bound to happen. Ever since I was as young as I can remember I gravitated towards friendships with girls, because that’s what everyone else was doing. The boys will find boys to be friends with, the girls with girls.

When I got into high school, and later when I was in college, I questioned my heterosexuality (and hetero-romantic leanings, consequently) a couple of times but after a slight amount of introspection each time, I felt fairly sure I was straight – there were only two real questions I considered when deciding “am I straight, or am I gay? Or am I bi?”.

1. Did I have crushes on girls or on guys? Or both? (I did not realize neither could be a possibility, so I am sure I convinced myself that something I was feeling had to count as a crush.)

The answer? I thought I didn’t really feel anything too strong for girls; nothing that I’d think was more than just liking them as people vaguely. Having friends. I thought I did have crushes on a few guys, though. I had picked out like one guy in my class in 5th grade to have a crush on. By high school I had changed my crush focus to be a different guy, even though the guy from 5th grade was still around and still seemed single. I also had, starting around middle school, started “Falling in love with” some male TV characters. More on this stuff later.

2. Did I want to see girls naked? Did I strongly desire to kiss girls?

No. Definitely not. I saw no appeal to that at all. (I didn’t desire it with guys, either. But I kind of had convinced myself or let my culture convince me that I’d like kissing someone someday, so I figured with guys it might be interesting. I’d probably enjoy it when the time came and I finally experienced my first kiss or even when I finally really saw someone naked.)

When I first was considering identifying as asexual (which was after I’d graduated college and was 22-years-old), I had browsed AVEN’s forums enough to know the different romantic orientation labels. Saying that you experience romantic attraction, just not sexual attraction seemed to be an easy and useful way to say, “I am exactly the same as all you *normal* people, except I don’t feel the sex stuff. The other stuff I do. I’m not some freak.” And it was hard for me to get to the point where I realized it was a lot more nuanced that that, and considering aromantics to be “freaks”, even in my own head, was ridiculous and horrible and contributing to the whole problem in the first place, and it was stopping me from really considering the fact that I might even be one of them!! But at first I was even afraid of being asexual, because… well… I had thought for so long that everyone was sexual, so it was really hard to accept the idea that asexuality had been a possibility all along.

When I’d first read the definition for asexuality online, as much as I knew instantly that it might fit me, a different part of me thought of asexuals as freaks too, and it was comforting at the time to know that regardless of where my sexual orientation ended up (and I knew deep down asexuality was a likely landing spot), at least my hetero-ness hadn’t completely been wrong all these years. At least I was still heteroromantic.

One sign that I might be aromantic is that I didn’t bother trying too hard at trying to get into the dating game until AFTER I’d graduated college. Being aromantic means not wanting to date, right? Sort of? Sometimes? It can mean that? I don’t even know lmao. But if it does… um…

Well, I guess I must not have wanted to date too badly. But then again, I did ask a guy to a high school dance (junior prom) when I was 17. I definitely didn’t ask him out based on looks. It was me liking the little of what I’d seen of his personality so far, and being curious to get to know the very quiet and shy guy better. It was me thinking it might be nice and also thinking he was unlikely to already have a girlfriend because he was so shy so I thought it’d be a safer bet to ask him to the dance rather than someone else. He still ended up turning me down. I’m still Facebook friends with him. He doesn’t seem to really use Facebook though, so trying to stalk his profile doesn’t reveal anything about him. His profile doesn’t even say if he’s straight or… something else. He’s left that “interested in…” section blank so who knows! Maybe he knew he was aromantic and didn’t want to go to the dance for that reason, lmao. Anyway…. For years, I kept thinking in the back of my mind that I did want to date. No one asked me out! And I knew I could ask guys out, I didn’t think in some sexist way that it absolutely had to be the other way around, but… there weren’t really many options available to me. The guy I “had the biggest crush on” had a girlfriend. Plus, in high school my life was complicated. My mom was abusive and mentally ill and was constantly getting more abusive and toxic to be around (her undiagnosed mental illnesses were worsening over time as they were left untreated), my weekends were always me visiting my dad. I had also gotten addicted to “vidding” (editing/making fanvideos) in high school and that made me happy and took up my free time. So… I didn’t have much time for a social life, anyway.

Even as I stopped living with my mom and life became less insane for me, I didn’t put myself in enough social situations. I mainly lived online. I was quite anti-social in college. I had different, random roommates assigned to me every year. Who does that? I certainly feel like the only person in the world to have done that.Β  I didn’t make close friends in college. I stayed in touch with my old friends from high school, meeting up with them once or twice every year and now I’ve been invited to multiple weddings already. πŸ˜› Yes, 2 of my friends are getting/have gotten married at age 23. Throughout college and now, post-college, my best friends were and are my online friends who I’d met through my vidding hobby. I was close friends with them. These online friendships were real. We talked a lot about anything and everything. I also have good relationships with pretty much my entire extended family, and I’m especially close with my dad, who also has been a kind of odd “role model” for me in terms of dating/romance/etc. I’d never heard of nonamory before, but now I’m reading at the link The Ace Theist provided in that blog post of hers, a link to anagnori’s tumblr post about it… and if it’s like celibacy, if you can be a heterosexual and heteroromantic guy who doesn’t need sex or dating/a partner/etc.and seems to have chosen to live his life mainly alone, that’s my dad. Although, I wouldn’t necessarily say he doesn’t have an intimate platonic relationship in his life – he and I share a VERY close relationship, we talk about anything and everything, we spend a lot of time together, and since graduating college, we live together, just the two of us. It’s not uncommon for young 20-somethings to still be living with their parents, but I guess it is uncommon for one or both of us (me or my parent) to not be desperate to get rid of the other? πŸ˜›

So back to my “Am I aromantic… or not?” musings… I remember when I developed a sort of crush on a platonic male friend of mine I had in middle school. He was a year younger than me and a kid who lived in my neighborhood who my brother & I hung out with on a regular basis. He was a mutual friend of ours, and at one point I started to fantasize, a little, about “what if we were dating?”. I never experienced those feelings towards girls. But my feelings weren’t this sudden, unexpected, crazy surge and rush of desire and uncontrollable thoughts for this boy. They were more like theoretical musings. Like “hmm… technically since he’s a boy and I’m a girl this could happen, and I do like him as a friend, so dating might be nice too”. I don’t even know if it’s a crush, but then again, I considered it one at the time.

I remember my senior prom. I remember it being one of THE BEST nights of my life. I remember being so happy to be with friends at this fancy location with a better DJ than all other school dances who actually was playing songs I loved. I enjoyed the food and drinks and being dressed up and seeing my entire high school class for one of the last times ever with a lot of nostalgia, and I also remember being on the dance floor near the guy I had asked to the junior prom, who I had never stopped thinking I had at least a slight crush on. I remember feeling really happy to have seen him actually show up to the senior prom, I remember the red shirt he had on while I don’t remember what anyone else was wearing, lol, but I made a note of him and his tuxedo. I remember at graduation my other crush had become the valedictorian and I was smiling more whenever I saw him, especially on our graduation trip afterwards when I saw the silly T-shirt his dad had given him that had some pun about being valedictorian on it. But in general I always remember smiling more around my crushes, and being excited to pay closer attention to these guys. To essentially love every aspect of what makes them them. First I decide I have a crush. Then I pay closer attention. It almost was just a decision I made because I was supposed to be crushing on someone. But I’m not so sure if it was. It might’ve been. It might not’ve been.

Prom night I went to and from in a limo with 6 other people (because one of my friends was desperate to have the limo experience, the rest of us and our dates obliged. It was an 8-person limo but I was the only person without a date so it ended up being 7 of us.) Leaving the wonderful experience that was prom, our limo got in a car crash literally like 10 yards from the building where prom had been being hosted. It was awful. And it was surreal. In my high heels, a type of shoe I practically never wore, and wearing a fancy prom dress, I was standing in the middle of a mini-highway along with 6 acquaintances, only 2 of which were close friends of mine. We had to step over the guard-rail and get out of the way and I remember a guy who I didn’t really know helping me. He was the boyfriend of one of the girls I was more friendly with rather than really friends with, so I didn’t know him at all, other than the time I’d spent near him at the prom. πŸ˜› But he took my hand, and helped me maneuver over the guard-rail in my dress and high heels, and I felt a rush in my chest, kind of. From what I remember, at least. I think I felt a flirty, girly, “I feel like I’m a princess and he’s my prince in this moment” kind of silliness. I had a pretty-much-incontrollable urge to smile. I think it was because I was not really used to ever holding anyone’s hand, for any reason. It felt oddly intimate, but nice in that moment. He was genuinely helping me. And also the whole situation was surreal and crazy, and a little scary. It was midnight and it had been a long day too. I think all of my feelings were gonna be a little… exaggerated at that time.

Much more recently, though, I finally experienced my first kisses. I tried dating. Online dating, actually. The first guy I went out with kissed me on the cheek at the end of our first date, which had ended up lasting 5 hours. We had a really nice time talking and getting to know each other. I felt a little bit of fluttery… something… when he kissed my cheek. It felt silly and awkward but kind of made me feel special. It felt intimate, I guess, and I think I liked it. I was happy my first date ever had gone so well. I had been using OkCupid for a while before settling on actually meeting up with this guy, and once I did, I felt like we did click and he was a good choice. I was still thinking I was heterosexual at the time. Our second date did not go as smoothly, though. Among other things… near the end of the date, while walking back to the metro, he tried kissing me, then realized it was my first try. We tried again. We did it a few times. We stood still on the sidewalk. We tried with tongue. It felt… really awkward. I was exhausted and not in the best state of mind (and probably should have never gone on the date that day and instead canceled and taken a nap lmao). I was disappointed that kissing felt SO… not exciting. Boring and really pointless was mainly how I felt kissing him. I was pretty sure that was the definition of no chemistry. That’s how people would describe kissing a sibling or the opposite gender from the one they’re attracted to or something. It had to be.

So I started to try to look on AVEN to see if people who identified as asexual felt the way I did about kissing. All I found were posts where asexuals were saying they didn’t want sex but they DID want kissing. That really was disheartening. It seemed even asexuals enjoyed kissing. It seemed like everyone did. And yet I didn’t. Maybe it was just the one time that was bad, right? Or maybe just the one person? I then tried to figure out if I was really attracted to this guy at all. Ultimately I never got to try kissing him again, but I did go on a third date with him, and I didn’t really feel anything I’d call romantic attraction to him after that first date. We held hands – a romantic thing to do – on the second and third dates but it seemed kind of ridiculous and pointless and even uncomfortable.

Many months later, I went out with another guy, this time someone I’d met on POF, but I don’t think I ever even really felt like I had a crush on him. Nothing like what I’d been feeling in high school, or this one time I hung out with a group of people in college and I decided I had a crush on a guy who turned out to be gay when I’d looked him up on Facebook. I felt like maybe we could be compatible, on paper. Maybe we could be friends. But I didn’t like him “that way”. He rubbed me the wrong way a few times, especially on our second date. We weren’t really “clicking” at all and I tried to lean in and encourage him to kiss me at the end of that second date but he seemed to completely miss my signal. πŸ˜› We weren’t verbally communicating about kissing, unfortunately, and I was desperate to try kissing another guy after my bad experience with the first guy, but ultimately it never worked out. I let the potential relationship fizzle and die without a third date.

Eventually, back on OkCupid, I found myself crushing hard on a new guy. This was the first OkCupid guy I really felt excitement over, and this was before even meeting him. I think I wouldn’t be crazy to call it romantic attraction. It was mainly his personality I felt this way about, but we just clicked instantly from our first messages, plus we happened to live in the same town which never happens on online dating sites… so I asked him out! I asked to meet up with him for a date after having only come across his profile earlier that same day. Usually it took me over a week to feel comfortable enough to agree to meet a guy in person, and in my previous two experiences, they had asked me. But here I was… really excited. And I had fun with him. We talked and got along great. I started texting him a lot too, way more than I’d been texting the other guys I went on dates with. I talked about this guy with happiness and excitement to my family and friends. We got to the point where we tried kissing. I was quite disappointed that kissing him felt just like with the first guy. I was honest about what I was (and wasn’t) feeling when we kissed, and even on-the-spot shared my fears that I feared I might be asexual… and probably was… but I was kind of hoping I was demisexual or something and I just needed more time. I explained everything. He was really understanding. We kept dating. We decided to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. I enjoyed this “romantic” relationship. We mainly watched TV together and cuddled. The cuddling was mainly nice, but sometimes it was a little… stifling/uncomfortable. And we frequently texted. He actually watched my fanvideos that I created. He made me a T-shirt, tracing the design to bleach onto it himself after letting me pick the design hehe. And he gave me a gift of a stuffed animal souvenir when he came back from a trip to an Aquarium with his family. I met his mom. I smiled a lot around him. I enjoyed dating him. I enjoyed him being my boyfriend. But when we tried kissing more I didn’t like it and we texted a lot about his sexual fantasies and my lack of ever having experienced sexual desire and sexual attraction.Β He told me he was in love with me. I… wasn’t sure I wanted to consider myself in love with him yet, but I knew I did love him on some level, platonic or maybe more, so sure, I said “I love you too”. I felt like… if we were really sexually incompatible, I should guard myself and prepare for a break-up, rather than let myself be completely in love with him.

We tried sexual things together to see if I’d like it if I tried it, not “actual sex” but… we tried a couple things, okay? And it made the romantic feelings… lessen, or even disappear. Because the positive romantic feelings were us being happy to have found each other and now all we were starting to feel was sadness, disappointment, uncomfortable, awkward, etc. Our smiles became more forced and less uncontrollable happiness. We cared about each other still, that was for sure. I ended up breaking up with him because I loved him. Love being a fickle word. Was it romantically? Platonically? I don’t know.

Some might think it’s obvious that I experienced romantic love for this boyfriend of mine. But I think I could feel this way about someone and maybe call it platonic. The main thing I loved so much is the excitement of finding a new person who I meshed with intellectually and emotionally, and who I wanted to spend time with getting to know better, and who also wanted to spend time with me. Why couldn’t this just be a “friend”? What makes it romantic? Just because I’ve only ever experienced it in the context of dating guys doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen for me with a girl. I never really gave girls a chance. I didn’t try to date girls. But now that I realize I have zero desire to kiss or have sex with people, I don’t see any particular thing that would make it so that people of the male persuasion are the only ones I could feel this way about. But does that mean I’m panromantic or aromantic? Are my feelings really all that romantic?

I think in a fantasy world, I would be very happy with a “bromance” type close friendship (there is no equivalent term for one between a girl and… any person of any gender lol, because I have stopped being picky). I think that’s what seeking a queerplatonic partner means. I want that. Not quite sure how to just get it, though. I don’t already have a friend who wants to be that for me, so how am I gonna go about finding one?Β  I think I also could be happy “dating” an asexual person of any gender who thinks they feel romantic feelings for me. I think I could enjoy the romance, whatever it is, and it wouldn’t even necessarily be different than a queerplatonic situation! I feel like people might be using different words to describe the same thing, sometimes. And I’m just confused.

I’ve been assuming I was heterosexual for so long that I fear it was a self-fulfilling prophecy that I’d only feel crushes on guys and not girls. But maybe it was intrinsic all along? Maybe there is something special about guys that makes me drawn to them in a different way. Something more than just me being separated from them my whole life (to varying degrees) from a sexist/binarist/heteronormative culture. I’m not sure.

What I really need is to read what homoromantic asexuals have to say on the subject. How they could grow up in a heteronormative culture and yet, despite the sexual attraction component, feel sure that what they feel for the same gender is romantic while what they feel for other genders is not. Unfortunately, I fear similar problems will arise, though. I have read that some asexual people (especially asexual guys) assume they’re gay because they don’t experience sexual attraction toward the opposite gender (girls). I could guess for some homoromantics, the same might be true. They’re not dying to date the opposite sex, so they figure their romantic leanings are toward the same one instead, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy? Is that possible?

So… for now I am sticking with the wtfromantic label. I feel like heteroromantic isn’t quite right for me because I feel fairly sure now that everything I’ve felt for guys that I had classified as romantic (option 1) might actually be platonic OR (option 2) those feelings could be felt for other genders if I gave the idea of me being romantically attracted to them a fair a chance OR (option 3) that there really is no clear definition that actually differentiates platonic feelings from romantic ones anyway.

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13 thoughts on “I think I’m… wtfromantic. Or maybe heteroromantic. Or aromantic? Or panromantic? AH I DON’T KNOW.

  1. “the link The Ace Theist provided in that blog post of hers”

    Oh, I’m a her, now? Okay. We can go with that. I’m not really sure what to tell people to use for pronouns anyway.

    You probably know this by now, but there are plenty of aces who don’t like kissing, or don’t like the standard mouth-kissing. That’s really disheartening that you could only find the ones who do when you were looking for reassurance.

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  2. It’s very difficult to tell how to interpret another person’s reported experiences, I’m afraid, but for what it’s worth…

    The way I view the world, there are four different types of love. The Greeks (and C.S. Lewis) use different words to distinguish them. “Eros” (or “romantic love”) is the kind of love you’d expect between a husband and a wife. “Philios” (or “platonic love”) is the kind of love you’d expect between a pair of good friends. “Storge” (or “familial love”) is the kind of love you’d expect between a brother and sister. “Agape” (or “volitional/unconditional love”) is… something that very few if any humans seem to experience – Lewis defines it as the love of God for his creation, for what it’s worth.
    (There is actually a fifth Greek word for love, which I do not remember, which is the kind of love you expect between an art-lover and his collection. But hopefully you won’t ever love a human being in THAT way…)

    The trouble with all of these concepts is that they are pretty-much IMPOSSIBLE to define in words. As a species, we don’t seem to have yet invented a language capable of expressing these various types of love in readily-definable ways, nor have we yet reached the level of emotional awareness necessary to create such a language.

    There is one rule of thumb I have encountered which – while flawed – works a little better than any other attempt to make sense of the whole mess. Basically, it operates on the principle of “you’ll know it when you feel it”. Platonic love is the kind of love you experience when dealing with someone who FEELS like a friend to you. Familial love is the kind of love you experience when dealing with someone who FEELS like family to you. Romantic love is the kind of love you experience when dealing with someone who FEELS like a significant other to you. Unconditional or volitional love is the kind of you experience when dealing with someone who doesn’t really FEEL like anything to you, but you love them anyway, simply because they exist and that’s enough (you see why humans don’t tend to feel that one).

    This is about the closest anyone seems to be able to get in defining the terms, because love – by its very nature – is an emotional experience but not a rational one. You can’t scientifically test for love. There is no way to take a questionnaire to work out whether you love someone, and if so how. The trouble is, well, not everyone is all that “in-touch” with their feelings, you know? Some people find their own feelings incredibly confusing and hard to understand or comprehend. So how are those people supposed to know? Not a clue.

    I’ve been told that true love is SUCH a huge feeling that you literally can’t miss it. That has certainly been the way with me – there was never any question of whether I loved my parents, nor of whether I loved my best friends. It was also unquestionably obvious to me that I didn’t feel the same way about my family as I did about my friends… both were love, but they were different KINDS of love. Then one day I met a Greek woman who was kind enough to explain that there were different words to describe these two concepts that I’d kind of taken for granted anyway.
    When I talk to people who are (or have been) in romantic love, they report a similar experience. They just kinda KNOW, instinctively, without any conscious deduction, that they feel a romantic form of love towards their significant other. It’s been described as starting off kinda “lurch-y” and eventually settling into a constant, comfortable, intimate bond. That doesn’t seem to easily distinguish itself from any other kind of love, but apparently it IS different, and it certainly tends to provoke different behaviours (frequently there is a slightly different sort of way in which they tend to hug or kiss each other than the way one would expect between friends or siblings, plus there are often elements of protective jealousy and a desire to become more co-dependant… nothing hard-and-fast, but the statistical differences are present).

    Reading your own experiences… well, some of it sounds kinda like you MIGHT be experiencing what I’ve seen before between lovers or spouses. I don’t think romantic attraction is something you can “decide” to feel, so those first few examples seem dubious, but… The concept of feeling like “a princess with prince” matches the standard model of romantic attraction that I’ve seen (when I’ve been in similar situations with female friends or pseudo-sisters, the analogy that jumps to mind has always been princess-and-bodyguard or – if I’m the one being helped – prince-and-bodyguard, if anything, not princess-and-prince). And the idea of “clicking” with someone, wanting to spend your life with him, being inclined towards affectionate gestures and so forth, even without a kissing element – yes, that sounds like it COULD be romantic love.
    But it could ALSO conceivably be a strong platonic or familial bond. There is a girl whom I love like a little sister who fits the kind of description you give, right down to the bit where cheek-kisses give a pleasant warmth but anything more “sexual” seeming feels wrong and awkward. I can certainly see how someone might have similar experiences dealing with someone whom they just PLATONICALLY clicked with, as a friend and nothing else. And, forgive me if this is presumptuous, but I get the impression you were raised (as most people in modern society are, to be fair) to view romantic love as intrinsically “more” than platonic love? In which case, it is conceivably possible that you are feeling a very strong platonic bond, and your brain is so used to thinking “platonic bonds aren’t all that strong” that you sort-of assumed it must be something else.

    I guess I’m not telling you anything you don’t already kinda know. Your experiences would mostly be consistent with either romantic or platonic or even familial love, and there’s no way for me to tell, as an outsider, which fits best. You appear to know familial love pretty well, given your description of your father, and I’m guessing you’re vaguely familiar with platonic love because that one is very common (most people make friends as a matter of course). Maybe if you think about those feelings a bit more (I’d say “meditate on them”, but I’m already sounding like a terrible hippy over here and I don’t want to make that worse…) then you’d be in a better position to compare and contrast any other types of love you may feel, and thereby come to a greater understanding of whether or not your ambiguously-romantic feelings are significantly different from how you feel about your father and/or friends? That’s the only suggestion I can make.

    For now, I think you’ve probably hit the nail on the head by suggesting that you are wtfromantic or grey-romantic or just “romantic orientation pending”. Right now you just don’t know, and nor does anyone else. That may change as you come to know your own thoughts and feelings better, in which case, cool. If not, it doesn’t have to be a big problem. The important thing is that you find a way to be happy, whether that involves dating or just having good friends or neither or both.

    And… yeah, that’s about the full extent of my thoughts on the subject. Apologies for the lack of real clarity and somewhat rambling nature of my response. Good luck with finding happiness, whatever happens.

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    1. Thank you SO much for replying to my request that you tell me your opinion/thoughts on my own description of my feelings. Your long reply was wonderful and thought-provoking to read.

      I do think the feelings I’ve felt for my family in general – my brother, dad, and the cousins I’m closest to – I’m older than them except for in the case of my dad but for them I feel protective at times and just care about them in a way that intrinsically does feel “family love-esque” and a level of comfortable that I haven’t had with other people. Family is and always have been my closest type of love in my life, I think.

      Then there are other family members of mine who I feel more “friendly” with but don’t know as well, including even my favorite aunt, people I care about, people who I feel like care about me… people I truly do trust. I think my paternal grandmother could fall into this category too, and even a woman I know well who lives in my neighborhood (she’s my brother’s best friend’s mother and I guess she’s my friend, except she’s old enough to be either my mother or grandmother, so my “love” for her ends up feeling more like this family kind). I felt this kind of love for some of my favorite teachers and professors too, basically adults who were kind to me and who I respect, who I enjoy talking to, even about personal things at times, perhaps, but who I don’t actually know super well.

      Then I have a third type of family member – ones I don’t quite trust nor fully like. Ones who make me uncomfortable. There’s the extreme one of my mother who should get her own category, who says she loves me and maybe did an okay job raising me when I was quite young, but ended up, like all parents with severe personality disorder symptoms, being quite abusive, and her *saying* she loved me did nothing to make me feel loved. I have second-cousins and great aunts and people I don’t know that well, a few aunts and uncles and my maternal grandmother who I feel this way about. They do things to make me feel uncomfortable, they don’t act interested enough in what I have to say, they call me fat behind my back, I just don’t know them well enough… there are varying reasons and situations but in general the feeling is basically that I don’t actually love any of these family members at all. πŸ˜› I don’t feel love for them. I don’t love my own mother despite her raising me, and despite some familial sense of obligation and responsibility that I do have toward her, where I kind of want to prevent her from committing suicide or feel like I’m supposed to care right now as she’s about to become homeless or whatever the issue is. I don’t love my grandmother despite spending a LOT of time in her house growing up (I even lived with her a while) because we almost never talked. Many of these family members I could love if I got to know them better, maybe.

      For my friends… my love for them is generally different. They make me smile, I’m interested in learning about their lives, I care about them, I don’t want them to be sad… but I don’t feel as protective of them ever as I can feel about my family. I don’t feel as cared for by them either. The first two types of family have more of what I’d call “love” and with my friends it’s more just “I like them” lol, and we “care” about each other which seems to be a milder word than “love” in my mind.

      For my romantic crushes… they were generally like somewhere between the second and third type of family member – there’s some similar aspect to “respecting” them, in the way I was “admiring” my crush. There’s a similarity in how I could love them if I got to know them better. There was nothing negative to think about someone I had a crush on, but I sort of feel that way toward my second “type” of family member too. I don’t really feel negative/uncomfortable things toward them. But I also didn’t really “trust” my crushes yet because of not knowing them well enough.

      My boyfriend… I thought what I felt for him was special, and different, and what romantic love was supposed to feel like.

      With my dad, brother, and cousins – the people I feel the strongest love for in my life – I grew up with them around me regularly enough, and the selfishness of me as an infant transforms very gradually into the person I am now who just does love these family members in a very strong but static way.

      But with my boyfriend… it was more than what I feel for my friends. It’s been a really long time since I’ve had such a close friend though.

      I have had a couple of really close internet friends, and right now internet friends are my closest friends in my life, but since I’ve never met their family members or friends or anyone in their lives, I can’t actually be as close to them as I can be to some of these people in my life. Actually meeting people’s family and stuff makes me feel closer to them. Just hearing (or on the internet, reading) about them… it’s not the same. I don’t know. Actually seeing people’s smiles and getting a feel for their personalities through the most subtle things makes me feel closer to them too, I think. My closest online friend right now lives in Finland (I’m in the USA) and I’ve heard her voice/seen her recorded on video once or twice. But I don’t really picture her in my head when I talk to her. I think there’s also this detachment where I’m not letting myself feel as close to her as I want to feel because we’re “just” online friends. But I know that if I ever got to meet her in real life… I feel confident that I know her well enough from our years and years of talking online that I’d love to see her. I’d feel the same excitement that I felt when I was first meeting my would-be-boyfriend after a day of talking to him online. I would love to spend my life with her lol, living in the same house as her… it could be the best thing ever for *me*, but I think she’s hoping to spend her life in a romantic relationship with a guy.

      With my boyfriend… I was partially just excited to finally be in a relationship. I’d been waiting for that time for so long. I’d grown up expecting romantic love to be special, and I’m generally someone who can see the glass half-full – I’m not gonna get myself into a romantic relationship where the guy really likes me and I like him as a person too and tell myself “oh no, I’m not feeling exactly like they show people feeling in the movies, maybe I don’t feel romantic love” – no I was thinking of all the ways what I was feeling *was* close enough to what it seemed like people are supposed to feel when they’re in love. I felt genuinely happy around the person, I liked him, I felt comfortable being totally honest around him, etc. When he did little things that upset me a tiny bit, like being surprised when I still didn’t like kissing when we tried it again a week after our first try, I didn’t blame him or paint him in a negative light in my mind. I completely understood where he was coming from. I felt a strong wish for our relationship to work out, and a strong wish to turn from the asexual that I am into a demisexual because I wanted to be able to make his sexual fantasies come true but as it was (is) that was just not gonna happen. I feel like… what I felt for him was special/different, but it was because I had put myself in an online dating situation and therefore the way I met him and the way we began to spend time together and get to know each other was special/different. I’m pretty sure the actual feelings were similar to what I feel for my friends and/or my closest family members, and that if I worked on being closer to my friends in my life, either the online ones or the “real life” ones – if I spent more time with them, especially one-on-one instead of in groups – I probably could feel similarly about them as I did for my boyfriend. In fact, that is part of what has made my closest family member relationships so special – I’ve been able to spend some one-on-one time with each of them. Have conversations that are just-the-two-of-us. That really does help me forge a closer bond with a person.

      I think just like when I was deciding what college to go to… where I thought there were pros to both big schools and smaller ones, but I’d ultimately be happy in either, I’m sure I’d find a way to be happy wherever I ended up… the same I think is true about where or not I pursue a queerplatonic partnership, to have multiple “close friends” or always remain very close with my family members, or if I pursue a romantic relationship in my life. I’ll be happy with any of them lol. I just don’t want to be lonely. I don’t want to have to live alone or with someone who is equivalent to my third type of family member lol… my roommates in college were random strangers who I became friendly with but never true friends. I probably would prefer that in the long term to living completely alone, but in general what I want is to be really close friends – or if we want to call it romantically in love – with someone who feels similarly about me back.

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    2. Also, I do think in general once the “infatuation period” or “honeymoon stage” at the beginning of a romantic relationship is over, people either break up feeling like they don’t love their partner at all anymore/enough anymore… OR the love does transform into a family-love kind of bond. People consider their spouses to be part of their family. I don’t know.

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  3. Hmm. Spouses are a sort of a special case. They’re considered family, but the love is still primarily romantic – just a little bit “cooled down” since the honeymoon period. The four different kinds of love aren’t always perfectly clear-cut. Things do get a little complicated sometimes, when you love certain family members more like friends and certain friends more like family members…

    It sounds like you’ve kind-of identified familial and platonic love within your own social circle, and you MAY have also experienced romantic love with your boyfriend. I guess what’s more important, though, is that whatever your relationship with your boyfriend was, you know that you basically want that kind of thing. So at least you know what to look for, even if it’s not entirely clear what you should call it.

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  4. I know this is an old post, but I recently discovered your blog and can relate to a lot of the things you’ve written about. I’m also 24 and have just recently been wondering if I’m wtfromantic, or at least not heteroromantic like I’ve been assuming ever since I found out about asexuality. I always knew I wanted one special person in my life, who I’d have a stronger bond with than anyone else, but I’ve been wondering if I always imagined it being a man just because of the influence of our heteronormative society. When I developed strong feelings for one of my male friends, I had a hard time deciding if it was just the love of best-friendship or if I actually liked/loved him in a romantic way. And now I feel like I don’t get what romantic love is, and I wonder if what I felt and eventually concluded was romantic love was just the strongest friendship I’ve ever had. So yeah, it’s all confusing and messy but I’ve enjoyed reading your thoughts and knowing that I’m not alone. πŸ™‚

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    1. Please feel free to comment on as many of my old posts as you want! They’re not really that old, as I’m still 24 years old lol – I mean really they haven’t been written that long ago – and it’s great to know you relate so strongly to so many of my experiences. πŸ˜‰ I have some newer posts that deal with my new thoughts on some of these topics, but in a lot of ways my feelings of confusion are exactly the same as they were back when I wrote this. I’m still wtfromantic. πŸ˜‰

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