Little update. So took a quick trip up to NYC to stay with a guy I have been interested in. Even though I was out of town, I had real plans and decided I would remain off Scruff and stick with my no p-sub program. Which was smart. However, our meeting plans changed and on my first day I had the entire day to myself and two things happened: I started a little sexting with a guy in another state on Instagram, and reached out 'for coffee' with a guy I had met on Scruff (but never in person) a couple years ago. So, even though I was going to stay with a guy that I've met and actually really like in just six hours, I spent several hours fucking my head up with 'possibility'. A few naked pics were exchanged and, I could tell, the dopamine was surging. Nothing happened other than that but by the time I did meet my date, my head was definitely in a confused, scattered state. My focus was in a several different places. We started to have sex (I had taken my maximum Cialis of 5mg to make sure things went well) and things were going fine when, gee what a surprise, all of a sudden that old flash of anxiety swooshed through my brain and my dick went from hard to flaccid in about fifteen seconds--the kind of change that you know damn well you're not going to recover from. I'd like to be able to describe it better so other guys can chime in, but for me it's like I am no longer present in the bed. My primal 'sex brain' turns off and I become a 12 year old neurotic again. My thoughts are flying around like bats and I guess what is happening is the opposite of the dopamine surge I was enjoying earlier. It's a dopamine deficit. There's fear in it, a sickening knowledge of failure and hopelessness. All enjoyment of the sex plummets and I don't want to be there. And the mechanics are definite: your plump dick is done--shriveled and retreating. Ok, so that happened. I was horrified but I back offed, worked on him for awhile and then I suggested that we take a shower together and thankfully, somehow, with a little time and redirect, I recovered and it went very well for the next thirty minutes. But the damage was done. Sex as pleasure changed into sex as work for the rest of the weekend. Bummer. The only good thing is I know what happened as opposed to the old days before RN when I didn't. My stupid flirting with the porn substitutes, flirting and sexting online hijacked my horniness for an actual person. I paid the price. So, I'm back to buckling down. Learned my lesson, got it, stupid me.
What works for me is this: no sexting, no porn, no flirting with possible mates. I pretty much need to live a simple life where a significant amount of time goes by between sexual encounters (5-10 days) so that my horniness is heightened, and then have sex with someone I'm attracted to by contacting them without sexting them.
Stay smart, men. I sure didn't this weekend. :-\