Great thread OP, apart from the ludicrous posts. I've been reading for a while and decided to add my story to the pile.
I'm asexual, hetero-romantic.
The romantic part is more of an emotional attraction.
I've always been asexual but never knew it was a thing with a name. I never felt what other women did when they'd see a handsome (can't even use the word hot or sexy because I've never felt like that about anyone - man or woman) man and start going on about how they fancy him, what he'd be like in bed and fanning themselves. It was strange to me so I thought they were just faking it.
I can find people attractive and enjoy looking at beautiful people the same way I enjoy looking at beautiful cars or paintings or landscapes. Theres no difference for me, so I don't feel anything in my loins when I think someone is pretty or goodlooking. I only do in my head - I just appreciate the look, bone structure, colours, symmetry, curves, etc.
Attractiveness, to me, is purely aesthetic and it's 'pan-aesthetic', as some call it. Meaning, it's the same for anything and anyone. When I develop romantic feelings, it's usually that I'd like to have the person in my life, be their friend, have deep heart-to-heart conversations, cuddle and maybe... maybe... kiss but not really, hold hands, walks on the beach, dance in the rain or under the stars, rub faces together like cats, etc. Companionship with overt affection, basically.
The body, especially the naked body is both a turn-off (when it's meant to be a turn-on) and like looking at a wall, to me. I feel nothing. Also, I cannot stand the highly-rated muscular look with six-packs, etc or the thin look. They make me feel tense like I've been tied up too tight.
It wasn't until I got much older that I started coming across some of these other words to describe what I felt or didn't feel. That's when I started thinking I was the anomaly.
I faked it most of my life and believed it, so I didn't have the opportunity to feel too different. Got married, had children and divorced.
Even while faking it, I never had a one night stand and couldn't understand it because I couldn't just jump into bed with someone. I could only have sex with someone I felt a romantic attraction to. However, there was never a sexual attraction. I just decided to have sex, when the time came.
I didn't mind sex and liked the tactile feeling but I didn't care either till something else made me go off it completely.
My oldest is ace-aro (since preteen) and this is what helped me discover this about myself too. I'd been getting to know myself through years of being alone.
Years later, I'm now married to a fellow asexual hetero-romantic. We have so much more in common too and life couldn't be simpler and our relationship much better.
What, for me, is the best sensation in the world is when someone's massaging or slowly running their fingers through my hair or back or neck or arms or when I'm drinking my preferred carbonated (non-alcoholic) drinks. Both feelings are different but overwhelmingly pleasurable in my brain. Even simple kindness or show of affection or a hug feels miles better to me than sex. (Yes, I've had "great sex" before someone thinks I need to
).
I'm happy as is, there's nowt wrong with me or my husband or my child - we don't have a mental disorder, thank you very much.