My head's all in a knot over this lately, so please bear with me if my post isn't very coherent.
I'm confused about the difference between being fancied and found physically attractive alongside being respected as a person (which I do want), and feeling like a sex object, as though they see me and see sex - and not a lot else (which I don't want). I'm wondering if I somehow deserve the latter if I look good, and how to achieve the former (instead of the latter) with my partner.
I've experienced the sex object thing, in the extreme, with a guy I had a (very) brief relationship with some time ago. When we spoke on the phone, and I talked about some worries I'd had that day about DS, and he responded by saying he had a raging hard-on and just couldn't help it because talking with me had that effect - I knew it was doomed. I felt cheap; like a sex chat line. It felt horrible.
My ex-partner (DS's dad), with whom I spent my entire twenties, never rated me much in the physical attraction stakes, which felt soul-destroying. So obviously it matters to me to be attractive to a partner - it bothered me when I wasn't. Since separating and finding my feet, I haven't wanted for interest from men, and have realised that, actually, I can't be such a bad catch to look at after all. I've come out of my shell a bit, make a bit more effort with my appearance (absolutely not slutty, BTW) because I've been enjoying feeling attractive ... but this is where I get confused.
The man I'm seeing at the moment - have been since Christmas - is in many ways lovely. I've known him a long time. He's laid back, easy-going, fun, wonderful with his and my children, helpful, etc. And he seems to find me really sexy, and of course it's important that he does. But I feel cheap a fair amount of the time with him. I feel he's looking at me and thinking, "Phwoar!" - to the exclusion of much else. I want him to look at my face more, show an interest in my mind, my thoughts, my feelings, my life - but really, I wonder if he pretty much equates me with sex. A hug will invariably lead to a grope (as will snatched moments when our respective kids aren't around), and pretty quickly on to sex, bypassing a lot of the tender, intimate stuff I enjoy, and which I equate with connecting emotionally. Without all that (or with not enough of that), I feel that it doesn't really matter that it's me, the person; just that I'm a nice enough body for him to get his rocks off in/on/over.
Am I being unreasonable? Is it reasonable to dress nicely and carry yourself well and look fairly attractive and sometimes turn heads, and expect to not be treated like a sex object? I'm not walking around with my (tiny) boobs half-revealed or in a mini skirt, or anything slutty like that, but I suppose I can look quite sexy sometimes, in a tasteful way IYSWIM. Should I then expect to be treated like a sex object? Or is it possible for a decent man to enjoy and respect all the great aspects of a woman, as well as her sexuality?
I feel as though I've gone from one extreme to the other, and would like the middle ground. I wonder if that's asking too much?