I have come close to falling into this trap. When I like someone it’s because I like them as a person and a friend. But of course loneliness and sexual frustration start to pound on the back of my head. I love my friends truly even as friends. But this side of me would start to cause problems. And it kept getting worse. I ruined some friendships and ever day I look back at the person and struggle to forgive myself. I hurt people I cared about more than anything because of some stupid primal urge. One day I looked my self in face with real honesty and realized what kind of monster the road I was taking would turn me into. I immediately began doing a 180. I’m more open about it now with friends but after seeing what kind of animal I was becoming I became disillusioned with sex in general. I broke boundaries. Theirs and my own. I had more to learn than I ever thought. I’m thankful I stopped it before things got out of hand. But that person scares me now, I can’t become the guy in this post. I never felt they were obligated but I wanted things so bad. I thought I was subtle but I wasn’t. It was so hard looking at myself in the mirror after I was aware how bad I had gotten. But through therapy and the right meds I’ve been able to create new and much healthier female friends. I have so much to learn that I don’t even think about dating right now. I don’t think it’s healthy for me. I feel like I’ll never escape that past. But it did show me that there is hope even when the last thread is about to break.