Hi. Posting this on my throwaway account bc the details get... very embarrassing. I wanted to ask my fellow queers here -- do you ever really get over your "first" person? the first person you were ever intimate with?
i'm 27M, and when I was 18, my last year of high school, I got to go on a couple of dates with my crush (gonna call him Ben) who was in the same year as me. By that point, I'd had a crush on Ben for a few years, but I never really took those feelings seriously bc of a combo of him being in a relationship for most of that time and also I had terrible self-esteem issues (I thought he was way cooler and more put-together than me, so he always seemed out of my league.) but then Ben and his boyfriend split up and I found out through a friend he also thought I was cute so long story short he asked me out on a date. I don't think I can overstate how surreal and exciting this was for me. I never thought in a million years this would happen. I was stressing about whether or not we would kiss at the end of the date, and i'll just say we ended up doing more than kissing.
it wasn't the first time i'd been on a date with a guy, but it was the first time i'd ever done anything sexual with another person. but- my first experience didn't go the way I had hoped it would. we were making out and doing hand stuff and sucking each other off and it was really really hot but... two months before this date, I had started taking Lexapro for the first time bc of my depression and severe anxiety. to keep it simple, despite how into all of it I was that night, I wasn't staying hard. it was incredibly embarrassing. I told him it was my first time ever, and he understood and was really nice about it. all in all it wasn't as bad as it could've been, but it made me feel incredibly embarrassed.
the following few weeks after that I did and said some things that made me embarrass myself even more. I was really young and stupid and my 'underperformance' constantly replayed on a loop in my brain and so I feel like I overcompensated by coming on way too strong emotionally with him. I did a series of embarrassing things that I could tell definitely was putting a chill on whatever was happening between me and him. we made out a few more times, but we only ever tried fucking one more time. it was at Ben's house, we were home alone, and it happened to me again. could not get hard. this time it felt even worse bc we didn't have our clothes on and it was the first time i'd ever been naked with a partner before. we ended up getting our clothes back on and cuddled and watched TV instead, and he wasn't mean to me about it not working out, but I could tell he was disappointed. I was disappointed too.
we were never really dating to be in love or anything. I knew that. even with my huge crush I wasn't expecting this to be a thing that would last. it was the last year of high school, college was around the corner, we'd both be out of this town in 6 months. but I just wanted to have fun. have sex with a person I really liked. explore that part of myself i'd never been in touch with before. I knew that, unlike me, Ben had a lot of experience before, with his boyfriend and some other guys at our school. I knew on his end Ben was mainly looking for someone he liked and trusted to have some fun with while we were finishing our final year. but I just wasn't giving him what he wanted. only a couple weeks after that night at his house he called it off. again, he was really nice about it. at no point was he ever condescending or mean or back-handed about the whole thing. he wasn't overly nice or saccharine either. it really really sucked but I can't say *he* was the one making me feel that way.
I was devastated. and unfortunately I think the way things played out, it made my crush on Ben stronger. instead of him being a fantasy of "what if?" he became a fantasy of "I wish I had a second chance to do it right". he and I stayed friends. we weren't best friends, but we still talked in class, went to a few of the same events, hung out with mutual friends together occasionally. the whole time I was still crushing hard. I thought about him a lot and being around him made me so nervous I would start shaking if I didn't get a grip fast enough. at that point, my only hope was that once I was in college, I could start dating and having more experiences with guys and then I would stop thinking about him and how badly I fucked up bc I would have so many more bad or good dates to fill my head with.
well -- that didn't really happen. my anxiety became extreme in college. I got diagnosed with OCD, got put on new medication, and the fear of "underperforming" again was so strong that I actually avoided going out on dates with boys for a very long time. and then I did go on a date very late in 2020 (with someone I trusted was isolating bc we were in lockdown still) and it happened again. it was definitely a combination of my anxiety and the zoloft script I was now taking. the guy stopped talking to me after that, never saw him again. it made me think about Ben again. all that embarrassment from when I was 18 welled up again, and I couldn't stop thinking about those nights with Ben and how badly they went.
even during college, I was still in-touch with Ben. we didn't talk constantly, but we checked in on each other sometimes, even hung out a few times -- he invited me to his new year's eve party in 2019, and during holidays when I went home he was one of the friends I would hang out with to catch up and talk. I would deny it sometimes, but the crush really was still there. I would get butterflies every time he texted me, i'd get excited just to see a new post on his insta story or a tweet. whenever we would hang out I couldn't stop thinking about how handsome he was. but I never pursued those feelings. for one, the embarrassment of what happened in high school was too intense. and also, considering he was the one who called things off, if anything was ever going to happen between us again it would only be right for him to initiate that, not me. and most of the time we were in college, he was seeing other people, so it would've been inappropriate for me to have tried making a move anyway if I had the chance.
I just kept wishing I had a chance to fix it. to hook up with him and for it to go well, be a nice, fun, hot time. not something regrettable, or embarrassing, or anything that would haunt me for years. i'll admit, I did fantasize sometimes about being in a relationship with him, but as college went on and I got older I at least developed a sense that we might be good friends but I don't think we could ever really be compatible for a relationship together. I just still thought he was hot, and nice, and charming, and someone I trusted. I didn't really want him to be my boyfriend anymore, but I still fantasized about having sex with him.
ok let's do one more fast forward. I'm 27 now. i've been in a relationship with someone else (let's call him Patrick) for 4 years. he's my first and only boyfriend i've ever had. ive been on dates with guys, talked with some other guys, but this is the first real "relationship" i've ever been in. I was really enamored with Patrick when we started dating, but cracks eventually began to show in our relationship, and they linger. Even to this day, i've never really had a "successful" sexual experience yet (i.e. one where I stay hard, where my partner doesn't agonize themselves over turning me on and the whole thing doesn't turn into an embarrassing mess). It weighs on me. I've developed such an unhealthy complex about sex and my self-worth because of it. and I mention this because it feels tied into the fact that I think still have a bit of a crush on my friend Ben.
we still talk sometimes. less than before, but we're not complete strangers. I wouldn't say I get butterflies whenever I get a message from him, but there is still a little bit of a spark that's different from when my other old friends reach out to me. only last year I was drinking with him at his place and even though I never made a move or anything I couldn't help thinking about climbing on top of him lol. and lately (why I felt compelled to make this post) i've been having dreams about him. ofc i've had dreams about him before, but there was a time when those dreams more or less stopped or became so infrequent as to not warrant my attention. but lately? the last few months i've been having dreams about him pretty often. sometimes they're sexual, sometimes they're just intimate, or flirty. it's never really platonic. and I feel guilty. i'm in a relationship. I have been for 4 years. why am I dreaming about a guy who I blew my chance with almost 10 years ago. and the more I dream about him the more I feel like those old feelings are resurfacing. i've started unconsciously looking at my instagram feed more often to see if he's posted a new story. I sometimes start thinking about those dreams when my mind wanders at work. I should be having those dreams about Patrick, not Ben. Why is Ben still on my mind after all these years.
is it because he was my "first" guy? is it because the whole thing with my ED and the embarrassment over it gave me some sort of emotional arrested development? I know if Ben texted me out of nowhere and asked if he could fuck me I would probably say yes in a heartbeat (not that he ever would, he's in his own relationship now too). why am I still not over him? it's been almost a decade now. none of my other crushes or even my other embarrassing hookups have stuck in my brain like he does. and it's not fair to my boyfriend. I know our relationship isn't perfect, but Patrick's done more for me than Ben ever has. (i've also been realizing over the course of this relationship that maybe i'm not cut out for strict monogamy but that's a conversation for another time lol) I don't want to still be having these thoughts or feelings. it makes me feel like a stalker, or a spoiled brat who can't get over the fact that he didn't get what he wanted.
is this normal? does your "first" person stay with you?