I did have one aspie guy go goo-goo over me and get obsessed. I met him the first time and I thought he was really great. He was not aware of any "dating rules" and weirded me out. He called me a few times but because of my prosopagnosia I had no idea who he was. He also said some inappropriate things. When I saw him again he asked me to take off my shoes and socks (strange but I did it). Then he was asking for me to be alone with him in his room. I refused this as I do not like to get too physically close and alone with men who I do not know well. He was very disappointed. His friend told me "you don't ask a girl that until you take her out a few times." He had also told me that he had written me a letter explaining his feelings, which I did not get. He just put it in my book locker. It would have been better if he had given it to me personally or just tried to talk to me more before telling me his feelings. Ands then just have said that he would like to get to know me better rather than telling me that he was in love with me.
He is dead now and alot of people blame me for his death. It is not fair. I just need time to feel comfortable with people and trust them. I do not know that he could understand this.
Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
How about vocational agencies, affordable housing, legal advocacy services, and pensions? I think state sponsored brothels should be right at the bottom of the list - what a silly, silly idea to think taxpayers should pay for them.
Most people who go to prostitutes are married, anyway.
Walking Bear, I wonder if your wife is aware of how you are thinking. If so, no wonder things aren't so good in bed for you. I wouldn't like to think of my spouse/boyfriend wanting to do it with other people and especially getting paid.
I also wonder if you really are Aspie. I would have a few doubts.
And what I can easily get, I don't want.
You're right about the happiness thing, I think.
Anyways sure it is possible, I've seen it happen numerous times. I haven't had a girlfriend since I was 13 (I wouldn't even be counting it if it weren't for the fact that it lasted 7 months, which is like being married at that age), but that's really only because I'm extremely picky/was afraid of rejection/thought that my life situation was inappropriate for one.
Sex is not a right or even a genuine need and I find the notion that the state should be supporting an exploitative, degrading and misogynistic industry like prostitution which reduces people (mainly women) and their bodies to the role of a commodity to be absolutely abhorrent. And I don't actually believe there to be much of a connection between prostitution and sexual deprivation since surveys have found that the majority of male clients are already in a stable relationship - what they enjoy in our patriarchal capitalist society is the sense of power they have over the prostitute (they pay and they can do whatever they want with her body).
When your daughter is raped because some teenage male turns pedo or rapist as a man because no he's shut out of getting his sexual and needs for physical intimacy met, THEN you will understand. Don't give me this crap. It's you people that don't understand and thats why things like Virginia tech massacre happen, Cho most likely needed to be loved and have an outlet for his frustration.
You really need to read the criminal research on pedophilia and rape.
Bah, and I thought all those 245 posts where about how aspies could get a girlfriend... I guess that would be too good to be true.
Aspies tend to take things really personally when on the web... Including me, but I've learnt to just leave when someone asks for a fight (rather than an informative discussion), it's quite simple on the web.
Am I still hearing taunting?
At least one of you have to quit it.
Dare you?
If you do it would be really cool.
Sry, think you have some valuable knowledge and should be welcome at the forum otherwise.
I'm 11 days from being 33, and I've had nowhere near as many relationships. Am I not anti-social enough?
I once tried to live the ex-pat life, on an Erasmus exchange in Stockholm. It was hell.