My problem with the concept of "aromantic" is that I keep reading it as "aromatic" and wondering what smells.

Ditto.

I am totally ready to place an ad for msbelle. "My friend doesn't want to get to know you, but needs to make sure you're not an axe murderer, so we're going to have to go out a couple of times first. But then it's all her and wham-bam-thank you ma'am."

I'm reading the aromantic thread at AVEN, and most of them I'm not. I'm not grossed out by most romance. I just...not prepared for that emotion, and I don't think I need it.

As most of the aromantics at AVEN are going to be aromantic, asexuals, it not the best place to go for information. Plus it's AVEN. AVEN is... well, it serves a purpose, but I still find the place annoying in the same way that the AfterEllen forums make me want to throw punches.

I find sexual attraction to be separate from a desire to actually fuck a person. Seeing someone and having the SCHWING! response (my body would like some of that, oh yes please, gimme!), which is what it means to me, is totally separate for me from wanting to get naked with a person (which requires more effort and investment).

Skills need to come along with the package to have great sex, and looks are no guarantee of that so mere hotness is not enough.

Sometimes it's worth it to find out, though, just to get to touch.

Seeing someone and having the SCHWING! response (my body would like some of that, oh yes please, gimme!), which is what it means to me, is totally separate for me from wanting to get naked with a person (which requires more effort and investment).

I think it's almost easier to get naked with someone if it's just a one-time, strangers-in-the-night thing. It's like losing your shit at the grocery store. Potentially embarrassing after the fact, but if it felt good at the time, no need to ever go to that store again.

That said, all the random sex I had was a long time ago.

That sounds like a job for the psychopath test, Jesse.

Mmm, aromatics.

My first boyfriend that I knew of told me wistfully that the sex would get better when we fell in love. I panicked, because if the sex got any better I would fail out of university. No freaking joke, man. That shit was tight. But power to him...just with some other chick. Wasn't gone be me.

That sounds like a job for the psychopath test, Jesse.

Yes! Although I bet msbelle would set a somewhat higher bar? I could be wrong.

But, good lord, I hate most of what consists of seducing a chick, even the honourable and sincere stuff.

Like what stuff?

You know, I've never seduced a chick. Every woman I've ever slept with, she was the one who initiated our first sexual experience. I think that's because of my "want to get to know her better first" thing, as I would have eventually gotten around to the seduction thing.

Holy crap -- OK, now it's continuous thunder and lightning out, and I'm glad I'm inside.

Like what stuff?

Uh, complimenting me is right out. The best you can do is be interested, but not, like, creeper interested. No great memory for things I did in the past. Don't remember the last time you saw me...I don't remember you from before. You're weirding me out.

Just keep animated, engaged, mostly non-committal and away from hot-button topics, and especially don't ask about my family. Because I will tell you, and then you will have to react.

Let's argue about movies instead.

Uh, complimenting me is right out.

Huh. I almost never compliment a woman on her looks. I'm not really sure why, but something about it seems wrong. Maybe it's because you're born with your looks and can't do a whole lot about them.

OTOH, I often compliment women on their smarts. Or if a woman wore something sexy to please me, I'll tell her how great it looks on her.

I dunno. I think my brain is just wired weird.