Dear Joely: My Boyfriend Won’t Take Me To Barbados

Dear Joely,

My partner and I live together in London. We have been together for almost two years and, for the most part, life is good. Last year, we went on holiday together to Goa, which was really fun. We both had a great time.

It has always been a strong wish of mine to visit the Caribbean — in particular Barbados and perhaps one of the smaller islands. The problem is that my boyfriend won’t even consider going to the West Indies and the reason, to me, is basically a joke.

When I push the point, and it has come down to arguments a few times, it turns out to be based around a deep-seated jealousy of Black men and the perceived size of Black men’s bodies.

I find this completely and utterly ridiculous and have said so more than once. I have pointed out the obvious: that I would be there as his partner and not casting about for an island fling, but he will not be moved.

I mentioned this to a few of my friends and they were shocked. He doesn’t come across this way to them.

I am annoyed about this on a few levels. The first is his stubbornness on what I see as an absurd point. Then I think about his inability to see my point of view. And plus, his underlying insecurity is deeply unattractive to me.

We have a sex life that we both enjoy a lot. Why he’s acting this way is beyond me. Should I just go alone and hang the consequences?

Yours sincerely,

Exasperated

Dear Exasperated,

There are many respectable reasons a person might not want to visit the Caribbean.

They hate heat. They don’t like long-haul flights. They once had an unfortunate encounter with rum punch and have never emotionally recovered. They are saving money. They prefer mountains. They are frightened of boats, mosquitoes, or becoming the sort of person who says “island time” without irony.

Your boyfriend’s reason is not one of these.

Your boyfriend does not want to go to Barbados because, somewhere in the private locker room of his mind, he has decided that if you are placed within a certain radius of Black men, your fidelity, judgment and knickers will all fling themselves into the sea.

This is not a travel preference. It is insecurity wearing a racist hat.

You are right to find it unattractive. Insecurity can be tender when someone owns it honestly: I know this is my issue, I’m embarrassed by it, I’m trying to work through it. But insecurity becomes controlling when it expects the other person’s life to get smaller around it.

And that is the part I would take seriously.

Because the issue is not really Barbados. Barbados is just where the ridiculousness has chosen to wear sunglasses. The real question is: what happens when your desire for something harmless collides with his fear of being inadequate?

Does he get curious about himself?

Does he trust you?

Does he hear you?

Or does he dig in until your wish becomes the problem?

You say you have a good sex life. Lovely. But sexual compatibility does not cancel out sexual insecurity. A man can enjoy your body and still be terrified that it contains preferences, memories, curiosity, fantasy, autonomy, and a passport.

Should you go alone and hang the consequences?

Not as a stunt. Not as punishment. Not with a dramatic “fine, I’ll go without you then” flourish while booking flights at midnight with one eye twitching.

But should you go to the Caribbean if you genuinely want to go, and he refuses to join you for this reason?

Yes, quite possibly.

First, though, I’d have one calm, adult, deeply unsexy conversation. Not about anatomy. Not about stereotypes. Not about whether his fear is “valid.” About the relationship.

Try something like:

“I want to understand whether you’re asking me to give up a place I’ve always wanted to visit because you don’t trust me, because you feel insecure, or because you hold beliefs about Black men that I’m not comfortable with. Whichever it is, we need to talk honestly, because this is starting to change how I see you.”

Then stop talking.

Let him answer.

If he can say, I know this is irrational, I’m ashamed of it, and I don’t want it to limit you, you may have something to work with.

If he doubles down, sulks, accuses you, or turns your perfectly ordinary travel wish into evidence that you’re secretly planning a sexual field trip, then you have learned something important.

Go to Barbados. Take sunscreen. Take a good book. Take your own sweet self.

And while you’re there, ask yourself whether you want a partner who can stand beside you in the world — or one who needs you to avoid entire regions because his imagination has packed badly.

Warmly,

Joely

Dear Joely: The Bedroom Goes Quiet

Dear Joely,

My wife and I have been married just over four years. It is a second marriage for both of us. I’m 53, she’s 49, and until recently we’ve always had a very active sex life. That’s partly why I’m so thrown by the sudden change.

For the past few months, she always seems to have a reason not to. She’s tired. She’s stressed. She wants an early night. She’d rather read, scroll, or disappear into a game than come to bed in any meaningful sense of the phrase. She’s friendly enough, and not cold exactly, but there is a distracted quality to her now, as though I’m approaching her from slightly too far away.

I’ve tried not to make a big performance of it. I’ve been patient. I’ve made dinner, brought flowers, made an effort. She seems touched by those things, but not moved in the direction I’m hoping for. The more I try, the more I begin to feel like a man laying rose petals in front of a door that isn’t opening.

So now I’m wondering what I’m meant to think. Is this just a phase in a marriage and I’m being oversensitive, or should I be worried there’s someone else?

Signed,

Missing My Wife

Dear Missing,

The first thing to say is this: a drop in desire is not, by itself, proof of a third party lurking in the shrubbery.

People go off sex for all sorts of reasons. Fatigue, resentment, distraction, hormones, low mood, buried irritation, feeling unsexy in their own skin, or simply getting stuck in a pattern where avoidance becomes easier than explaining what is going on. The human libido is not a punctual little clerk. It wanders off, goes silent, and sometimes needs coaxing back under less pressure than flowers and hopeful dinners can create.

That said, you are not wrong to notice the change, and you are not shallow for missing your wife in this particular way. Sex is not the whole of a marriage, but neither is it nothing. When it goes quiet without explanation, people start telling themselves stories. Usually unpleasant ones.

Before you leap to infidelity, I would ask a duller but more useful question: have you actually spoken to her plainly, without the bouquet, without the seduction campaign, and without making the conversation sound like a charge sheet? Not “Why don’t you want me?” Not “Is there someone else?” But something closer to: “I miss you. Something feels different between us. Is anything going on that I’m not seeing?”

Because at the moment you are trying to solve a communication problem with romance, which is understandable but often ineffective. A woman can enjoy a lasagne and still not want to take her clothes off. The flowers are not the issue. The silence is.

If she brushes you off repeatedly, refuses to talk at all, and leaves you alone with your increasingly inventive theories, then yes, you may have more cause for concern. But don’t promote yourself to detective before you have first tried being a husband in a chair, asking a difficult question and waiting for the real answer.

There may be someone else. There may equally be stress, sadness, menopause, anger, boredom, or some private knot she hasn’t yet untangled into words. Your job for now is not to guess correctly. It is to open the conversation without accusation and see whether she meets you there.

You say she is friendly. I would aim for something more intimate than friendly. Friendly is for baristas and neighbours. Wives should, at the very least, be reachable.

Yours, with a steady hand,

Joely

Dear Joely: An Inconvenient Crush

Dear Joely,

I am a woman in my late fifties and, until recently, believed myself to be beyond the age of behaving like a sixth-former with a biro and a pulse. Then I developed a crush.

It is not on a film star, which would at least be private and convenient. It is on a man I know in real life. He is charming, bright, entirely age-appropriate, and, maddeningly, just attentive enough to keep me flustered without doing anything so obvious that I can call the whole thing to heel.

Nothing has happened. He has not declared himself. I have not flung myself across a table. We are simply in that intolerable territory where eye contact begins to feel like an event and one finds oneself thinking far too hard about what to wear to somewhere that didn’t matter at all before he might be there.

Part of me feels thrilled to be capable of this sort of fizz at all. Another part feels faintly humiliated. I am too old, surely, to be mooning over a man like a girl in a ponytail. And yet I also resent the idea that desire should have an expiry date, as though one is meant to become a tasteful lampshade after a certain birthday.

So my question is this: should I enjoy the feeling for what it is and let it pass, or is there ever a dignified way to do something with a crush at my age?

Signed,

Unexpectedly Flustered

Dear Flustered,

First, let us bury the idea that desire is only attractive in the young. That is nonsense invented by people who prefer women to become decorative once they’ve learned a few things.

A crush in later life is not pathetic. It is inconvenient, certainly. Occasionally ridiculous. But also rather cheering. It reminds you that the shutters are not up, the blood still circulates, and your powers of anticipation have not been pensioned off to sit in a cardie by the fire.

The trouble with a crush is not the feeling itself. The trouble is what the feeling tempts you to do. It can turn an intelligent woman into an amateur codebreaker, forever analysing pauses, glances, and whether a man said “see you soon” with intent or merely manners.

So enjoy the quickening, by all means. Stand in front of the mirror a little longer. Feel your pulse misbehave. There are worse things. But do not build a cathedral out of crumbs. If he is interested, let him become clearer in ways that would be visible even to a woman who was not wearing your particular perfume and hoping for signs.

And if an opening genuinely presents itself, there is nothing undignified about warmth, wit, or a little well-judged boldness. The only thing I would avoid is tipping a whole bucket of fantasy over a situation that may yet amount to no more than pleasing chemistry and a decent jawline.

You are not too old for this. You are simply old enough to know the difference between delight and self-abandonment. Try to keep the first and avoid the second.

Yours, with eyebrows raised,

Joely

Dear Joely: Mixed Signals

Dear Joely,

I’ve been seeing a man for six months. He can be thoughtful, funny, and incredibly attentive when we’re together, but in between he goes oddly vague. Sometimes he texts constantly for days, then disappears into silence and resurfaces as though nothing has happened. When I ask where I stand, he says he’s “confused” and doesn’t want to rush things. I am old enough to know better, but apparently not old enough to stop checking my phone like a woman awaiting news from the front. He says he cares about me. I think he probably does. I’m just no longer sure that caring is the same thing as showing up. Am I being impatient, or am I volunteering for my own heartbreak?

Signed,

Still Waiting in Wangaratta

Dear Still Waiting,

There are many humiliations in life. One of the more avoidable is mistaking inconsistency for depth.

A man who wants you is not usually this confusing for this long. He may indeed be confused, but confusion can be surprisingly comfortable when someone else is doing all the waiting. It allows him warmth without responsibility, intimacy without decision, and your hope without the inconvenience of your standards.

You are not asking for too much. You are asking for coherence. There is a difference.

The trouble is not that he disappears now and then. The trouble is that each disappearance is followed by just enough tenderness to keep you interpreting the gaps as mystery rather than information. But gaps are information. Vagueness is information. “I don’t want to rush things” after six months is information wearing a soft hat.

If you want to give this one last, dignified chance, do it plainly. Tell him you’re no longer available for half-presence and see whether he steps forward or blurs again. Then believe what happens next.

Love may be complicated. Interest is usually not.

Yours, but not surprised,

Joely