Just wondering, are there any Christians out there who have been in what's called a "friends with benefits" relationship? (I'm still technically a virgin. Remember that for later on.)
I'll explain my situation. The background condition: There was a German girl (met her around the middle of Aug. 2002 on foreign exchange in her church in Lübeck) I had intense feelings for who would only be friends with me. I'll call her Anina. I envisioned myself as marrying her.
Strike one.
Sept. 2002 - May 2003, I had an ongoing relationship with another German girl (I'll call her Rebecca) that had actually gone out with me ... for whom I developed feelings, but who I just couldn't relate with because she didn't know the Lord. (I broke up with her.) We kept talking though. Upon my admission in September that I had fantasized about me and her having sex in some hotel in Lübeck, she stopped talking with me. (I wanted to move on then and I needed some way to do so. I have since repented of that sin.) But in November she started sending me conflicting messages... one would say she wanted to be in love with me again, the next would accuse me of using her as an object of lust and never loving her. These e-mails got progressively worse. Then in December, she sent me a shocking e-mail that made me feel like she was turning suicidal. I broke all communication with her because I knew it was me if anyone that would end up causing her to go over the edge. In addition to that I sent an urgent e-mail to Anina asking her to get in touch with Rebecca and to pray for her.
I started talking with Anina again, to keep some form of connection with Germany alive. (I'm majoring in German, so you can understand why I would want to do that.) I even sent her a Christmas gift.
In the meantime I developed feelings for a girl I'll call Joelle. I'd known her for a while, and I had seen her ex-boyfriend getting attached to another girl during a missionary trip I had just been on. So I felt pretty safe about approaching her. I knew she was upset about her ex-boyfriend getting into someone else, and I wanted to be the one to lift her up out of her emotional wreck. I sent her a Christmas gift and told her how I felt about her. She gave me a ten-minute sermon chewing me out for being filled with sinful lusts. Unfortunately she's scary like that, and very judgmental of other believers.
Strike two...
In January 2004, I started talking with an incredibly cute and precious (yet unbelieving) girl I'll call Cindy. She lives in my dorm. I gave her my testimony over instant messanger. She was amazed at my faith. Then one night she asked me if I'd like to watch a movie with her in her room. I came under the condition that I would leave after about thirty minutes to go to bed. While I was there, she asked me to sit on her bed. She promptly put her legs over mine... I felt uncomfortable, but tried not to let it on that I felt that way. As I was about to leave she begged me to sleep in her room. I said no, and kissed her good night.
Over the next few days she would say really confusing things to me, like, "I wanna be with you," and I didn't know what to think. She came to my room and said, "I just want to be friends with you. Is that okay?" I was weirded out. Something just wasn't right. Finally she admitted to me that she liked me. I said I wanted to talk it out with her. I didn't want to hurt her like all my past crushes had hurt me by just coldly saying no. We went into the third floor study room ... and I closed the door. Very, very bad idea. Thirty minutes and we were making out. When I finally realized what was happening, I stopped everything, got on my knees and right in front of her, I repented of it.
In return, she bought me a teddy bear and some really nice flowers for Valentine's day. I was so desperate not to hurt the girl's feelings that I bought her a half dozen roses. We therefore became a couple. On the Friday before Valentine's day, Feb. 2004, we went on our first date.
I eventually told her I just couldn't continue in the relationship. But we kept getting together. I would say to her, let's just be friends, but we kept getting physically close to each other, watching movies, cuddling, etc. Then one day I was holding her and I developed a pretty strong erection. She smirked at me: "What?" ... I didn't want to admit it to her, but she already knew. I said I didn't want for us to be doing things that get either one of us sexually aroused. She then whispered to me, "I like it!" Thus our relationship became sexual as opposed to just romantic. Still, as I would say, "just really close friends," we started experimenting with each others' bodies. She once tried to grope me but I removed her hand. Still, she and I did other things. Sometimes it involved the removal of clothing (not completely). Just before Easter break, we were in my room, dry humping under the covers, and what did I hear - ? "Hey Adam?" It was Shandra, my charismatic friend. "Are you coming to church with me tonight?" "Sure," I said, pretending that I wasn't lying shirtless on top of an equally undressed girl.
That Easter break my mom clamped down on me about my "just-friends" relationship with Cindy. I told her that I would be lonely not seeing her ... since obviously, "friends with benefits" is more than just friends... sexuality adds a deeply emotional component to the relationship. So my mom proposed that I invite a long-distance friend of mine to spend a month during the summer with me. Guess who I chose: Anina. She came, of course, under the condition that we were only friends.
Anina and I spent all of four days together. We were with each other twenty-four hours straight (except when we were in our separate rooms, sleeping). Suddenly I was facing two years' worth of unreleased emotions ... my feelings for her had never changed. I saw her starting to like me, and that made me ecstatic. But alas, what happened? After a whole day spent enjoying the wonderful historic city of Charleston, SC, we got down to reality. I asked about the nature of our relationship, hoping that it was changing into something more than just friends. She told me that she had never had romantic feelings for me. I was left shocked ... and feeling very wistful, almost suicidal. Two years of keeping a friendship alive. All for nothing. And my family spent a thousand dollars to bring her to America, all for me. She left the next day on a flight to Lübeck.
STRIKE THREE!!!
After Anina I decided to not let any girl break my heart ever again. And I felt strongly that she deserved to get her own heart broken. I became cold and unemotional toward everyone I knew for a little while. That got a little better when I started hanging out with friends some, but I knew that Cyndy was going to be at my dorm, ready to meet me. I prayed for God to hurry up and let some girl start liking me. It didn't happen, and I became withdrawn and angry.
When I got back at the university, still as just friends, Cyndy and I would play around with each other when we were in private. It thrilled me... as long as I could keep it from my parents, who strongly disapproved of her and I having even a friends (without benefits) relationship ... it was great. She began spending half the night with me in my bed. One night, however, I thought I would tease her sensibilities. I took off my underwear in my bed, thinking she might be shocked and tell me to put it right back on. But she didn't. We did everything but intercourse.
Because we felt that it was wrong to do all of that stuff and just be friends, we decided to start being boyfriend and girlfriend again. I really do care for her other than liking her body. And the last time I had broken off relations with her, she started getting interested in pagan religions. So I think: Anything to keep her from turning into a witch!
I have never had a Christian girlfriend. I don't know what a normal Christian boyfriend-girlfriend relationship is like, and I don't even know how to approach Christian girls and tell them about your feelings without getting your head bitten off ... so I just stopped trying, and I stopped going after any. If any of you start coming at me with the verse about being "unequally yoked" ... just know that I'll be praying any response to such from me would consist of more than a particularly offensive four-letter word and the pronoun for second person singular.
-Adam, Columbia, SC
I'll explain my situation. The background condition: There was a German girl (met her around the middle of Aug. 2002 on foreign exchange in her church in Lübeck) I had intense feelings for who would only be friends with me. I'll call her Anina. I envisioned myself as marrying her.
Strike one.
Sept. 2002 - May 2003, I had an ongoing relationship with another German girl (I'll call her Rebecca) that had actually gone out with me ... for whom I developed feelings, but who I just couldn't relate with because she didn't know the Lord. (I broke up with her.) We kept talking though. Upon my admission in September that I had fantasized about me and her having sex in some hotel in Lübeck, she stopped talking with me. (I wanted to move on then and I needed some way to do so. I have since repented of that sin.) But in November she started sending me conflicting messages... one would say she wanted to be in love with me again, the next would accuse me of using her as an object of lust and never loving her. These e-mails got progressively worse. Then in December, she sent me a shocking e-mail that made me feel like she was turning suicidal. I broke all communication with her because I knew it was me if anyone that would end up causing her to go over the edge. In addition to that I sent an urgent e-mail to Anina asking her to get in touch with Rebecca and to pray for her.
I started talking with Anina again, to keep some form of connection with Germany alive. (I'm majoring in German, so you can understand why I would want to do that.) I even sent her a Christmas gift.
In the meantime I developed feelings for a girl I'll call Joelle. I'd known her for a while, and I had seen her ex-boyfriend getting attached to another girl during a missionary trip I had just been on. So I felt pretty safe about approaching her. I knew she was upset about her ex-boyfriend getting into someone else, and I wanted to be the one to lift her up out of her emotional wreck. I sent her a Christmas gift and told her how I felt about her. She gave me a ten-minute sermon chewing me out for being filled with sinful lusts. Unfortunately she's scary like that, and very judgmental of other believers.
Strike two...
In January 2004, I started talking with an incredibly cute and precious (yet unbelieving) girl I'll call Cindy. She lives in my dorm. I gave her my testimony over instant messanger. She was amazed at my faith. Then one night she asked me if I'd like to watch a movie with her in her room. I came under the condition that I would leave after about thirty minutes to go to bed. While I was there, she asked me to sit on her bed. She promptly put her legs over mine... I felt uncomfortable, but tried not to let it on that I felt that way. As I was about to leave she begged me to sleep in her room. I said no, and kissed her good night.
Over the next few days she would say really confusing things to me, like, "I wanna be with you," and I didn't know what to think. She came to my room and said, "I just want to be friends with you. Is that okay?" I was weirded out. Something just wasn't right. Finally she admitted to me that she liked me. I said I wanted to talk it out with her. I didn't want to hurt her like all my past crushes had hurt me by just coldly saying no. We went into the third floor study room ... and I closed the door. Very, very bad idea. Thirty minutes and we were making out. When I finally realized what was happening, I stopped everything, got on my knees and right in front of her, I repented of it.
In return, she bought me a teddy bear and some really nice flowers for Valentine's day. I was so desperate not to hurt the girl's feelings that I bought her a half dozen roses. We therefore became a couple. On the Friday before Valentine's day, Feb. 2004, we went on our first date.
I eventually told her I just couldn't continue in the relationship. But we kept getting together. I would say to her, let's just be friends, but we kept getting physically close to each other, watching movies, cuddling, etc. Then one day I was holding her and I developed a pretty strong erection. She smirked at me: "What?" ... I didn't want to admit it to her, but she already knew. I said I didn't want for us to be doing things that get either one of us sexually aroused. She then whispered to me, "I like it!" Thus our relationship became sexual as opposed to just romantic. Still, as I would say, "just really close friends," we started experimenting with each others' bodies. She once tried to grope me but I removed her hand. Still, she and I did other things. Sometimes it involved the removal of clothing (not completely). Just before Easter break, we were in my room, dry humping under the covers, and what did I hear - ? "Hey Adam?" It was Shandra, my charismatic friend. "Are you coming to church with me tonight?" "Sure," I said, pretending that I wasn't lying shirtless on top of an equally undressed girl.
That Easter break my mom clamped down on me about my "just-friends" relationship with Cindy. I told her that I would be lonely not seeing her ... since obviously, "friends with benefits" is more than just friends... sexuality adds a deeply emotional component to the relationship. So my mom proposed that I invite a long-distance friend of mine to spend a month during the summer with me. Guess who I chose: Anina. She came, of course, under the condition that we were only friends.
Anina and I spent all of four days together. We were with each other twenty-four hours straight (except when we were in our separate rooms, sleeping). Suddenly I was facing two years' worth of unreleased emotions ... my feelings for her had never changed. I saw her starting to like me, and that made me ecstatic. But alas, what happened? After a whole day spent enjoying the wonderful historic city of Charleston, SC, we got down to reality. I asked about the nature of our relationship, hoping that it was changing into something more than just friends. She told me that she had never had romantic feelings for me. I was left shocked ... and feeling very wistful, almost suicidal. Two years of keeping a friendship alive. All for nothing. And my family spent a thousand dollars to bring her to America, all for me. She left the next day on a flight to Lübeck.
STRIKE THREE!!!
After Anina I decided to not let any girl break my heart ever again. And I felt strongly that she deserved to get her own heart broken. I became cold and unemotional toward everyone I knew for a little while. That got a little better when I started hanging out with friends some, but I knew that Cyndy was going to be at my dorm, ready to meet me. I prayed for God to hurry up and let some girl start liking me. It didn't happen, and I became withdrawn and angry.
When I got back at the university, still as just friends, Cyndy and I would play around with each other when we were in private. It thrilled me... as long as I could keep it from my parents, who strongly disapproved of her and I having even a friends (without benefits) relationship ... it was great. She began spending half the night with me in my bed. One night, however, I thought I would tease her sensibilities. I took off my underwear in my bed, thinking she might be shocked and tell me to put it right back on. But she didn't. We did everything but intercourse.
Because we felt that it was wrong to do all of that stuff and just be friends, we decided to start being boyfriend and girlfriend again. I really do care for her other than liking her body. And the last time I had broken off relations with her, she started getting interested in pagan religions. So I think: Anything to keep her from turning into a witch!
I have never had a Christian girlfriend. I don't know what a normal Christian boyfriend-girlfriend relationship is like, and I don't even know how to approach Christian girls and tell them about your feelings without getting your head bitten off ... so I just stopped trying, and I stopped going after any. If any of you start coming at me with the verse about being "unequally yoked" ... just know that I'll be praying any response to such from me would consist of more than a particularly offensive four-letter word and the pronoun for second person singular.
-Adam, Columbia, SC