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Gather round /b/ it's story time.
I'd like to talk about my Her. We've all got one and this is the story of mine. There will be no Fresh Prince, no dinosaurs and no spaghetti.
I don't have the sauce for any of my images. And this isn't pre-typed so don't expect lightning speed.
>Be me, 21, 3 years ago
>Attending a convention about an hour away from where I lived at the time
>Why was I there? Fuck you, that's why
>Be upstairs checking shit out when a girl said I was wearing a cool costume
>Why was I wearing a costume? Fuck you, that's why
>She asked to take my picture and I agreed
>We made small talk for a few minutes, I honestly can't remember what.
>She starts to walk off and said "Come on, I'll buy you a drink"
>I'm supposed to use that line. Also, that didn't take long.
>Had these thoughts in the space of 2 seconds with I suspect a raised eyebrow
>I ordered cider, she ordered wine
>We continued talking about Ican'tfuckingrememberforthelifeofme for a while before going to check other things out
>We got some food together (I think I had ribs) and continued to hang
>What was most prevelant in my mind during the initial interactions was how easy it was to converse with her
>No pressure, saying things as they came to mind, making jokes and enjoying each others company
>I didn't know this was possible with a girl
>More on that later
>We had our picture taken later on in the day with our arms around each other
>She clearly wasn't offended by my physical presence which was a big plus for me
>Unfortunately we were approached by a good-natured drunk so had to humour him for a while before he went on his way
>Started laughing our asses off afterwards at how pissed he was
>While we were laughing, she stroked my face
>Somewhat emboldened by the signal, I made some coy physical contact on her thigh which didn't get me slapped in the face - bonus!
>We wound up watching some shows being premiered before she had to leave
>I gave her my contact info before she left so she could find me on facebook
>Realize to my horror a few hours later that I didn't have hers. I hadn't thought to even ask her name I was so preoccupied.
>All I had was a face and nothing else
>Started to micro-analyse every aspect of the interaction in the subsequent days
>According to friends I relayed the story to, she had liked me after all (I was kind of oblivious like that)
Now we have to take a detour for some backstory
>Throughout the course of my entire childhood i.e. ages 0-18 all of my schools were all boys
>This meant virtually no interaction with girls so if I ever did meet some I was a bumbling nervous moron
>Memories of talking about shitty video games and playing with remote control cars spring to mind
>To summarize, I was completely naive and ignorant
>Some time later, during boarding school I did meet some girls through friends
>Then I learned what fickle and deceptive creatures they could be - saying one thing and doing another, not following through on promises and engaging in public humiliation
>Needless to say this further soured my opinion of women
>This problem was further compounded by my mother
>She was an emotionally abusive alcoholic who deserted my father and shacked up with another man
>Years later I learned of the full extent of her betrayal after having been protected from the facts by my family due to my young age (I was around 10 at the time)
>So, taking all of this into account you can see why I was beating myself up so hard about my failure
>At one point, I actually got on my knees and prayed
>Lo and behold, 4 days later I got the message on facebook and there she was
>Clearly I must have done something right
>Her name was........let's call her T
No I won't post pictures
>We exchange messages for a couple of days
>Eventually I comment that it'd suck if we only ever saw each other at conventions
>She asked what I'm doing over the weekend
>So I thought to myself 'Well, that was easy' and 'She's pretty forward.'
>I was attending a friends 21st that weekend so I said next weekend
>Make plans to swing by T's town for drinks in the late afternoon of Saturday
>I had to switch shifts at work and work through lunch to get there at a reasonable hour, but I was so fucking psyched to finally get a real, actual date that I would have followed Virgil through the pits of hell for the cause
>Dress smart-casual and fix up my hair. Aftershave, deodorant, the works. And gum too.
>Get to the station and not 2 minutes later she comes to greet me.
>I was absolutely blown away
>She was gorgeous - makeup, hair tied up, tight pair of jeans, low-cut vest top - the works.
>However I'd been psychologically preparing so wasn't as bumbling as I could have been.
>We went to a bar, got some drinks and played some pool
>Played doubles with some pretty cool guys
>We won after I sunk 4 in a row
>I'd had practice since there was a pool table back at my boarding house in school
>They joked they'd been conned even though it was a friendly wager
>She hugged me in response
>I'd never had a sincere hug from a girl who was romantically attracted to me before
>It felt weird
>There was a good vibe running at this point, so we moved on to another bar for the next round of drinks
>This one had a leather sofa. Sweet!
>We sat but there was awkward silence.
>In retrospect, we both knew, but weren't too sure or experienced
>Being the massive pussy I was, I tested the waters by stroking the back of her hand with my pinky
>We started holding hands
>That felt nice too, in that unfamiliar way
>I don't remember exactly what I said, but she responded with "I'm willing to give it a go if you are"
>My reaction cannot be adequately described in words nor images
>The only thing that comes close would be to say that my soul soared on hearing the words
>Pictures the celebration scenes from the end of Independence Day playing in my head and you're not far off
>I told her in fairness that I didn't have much relationship experience but would certainly give it a go
>Unfortunately we were accosted by another drunk (this seemed to happen with supernatural frequency through the formative stages of our relationship) so we left
>It was getting late so we decided to head back to the station
>On the platform we hugged
>Bringing our heads back we leaned in and kissed
>I can't remember if there was any tongue
>It wasn't my first kiss though so I wasn't too terrible
>After separating I made some cheesy remark about how cliche it was to kiss goodbye at the station after a first date
>Train arrived and I left feeling like the universe was my bitch
>I was a god among men at that point and there wasn't a thing that could bring me down
>I don't remember how our second date went so I'll skip to the 3rd
>Actually I do remember - we went for a big ass walk in a huge park and talked for hours
>Anyway, 3rd date
>We went to see Cowboys and Aliens in the cinema
>Not a great film, but entertaining nonetheless
>We went for lunch afterwards - custom pizza by the slice
>I'm not sure how the conversation progressed after we left, but that's when the bomb hit
>She called my her boyfriend
>I asked her to repeat what she just said
>I wasn't hearing things - she called me her boyfriend
In retrospect, it may have been a little too soon considering it was only the 3rd date, but again, I was too naive about these things to know better
>I stopped in my tracks and took a moment to look at the ground, the enormity of her words sinking in
>I , Anon A. Anonymous, was a boyfriend for the first time in my life
>Which meant that there was a girl who cared about me
>Which meant that I had a girlfriend
>I started laughing I was so happy
>I picked her up and swung her around me for joy
>People around us stared, but I was so far past giving any fucks
>She asked me if I was feeling alright and I told her exactly that
>The best past was that she was cool with it - she didn't judge me or criticize me
>She was just happy with me
>It was like I'd found a moment. A moment of pure, unadulterated happiness.
>I wasn't alone anymore
>We kept seeing each other and the weeks passed by
>Eventually we decided to introduce each other to the families
>When T met my family, it was pretty chill
>My brothers were pleasant and didn't give me any shit in front of her, which was cool
>My old man didn't embarrass me, which was very cool
>The best part was when we got to my room
>We decided to hold off on the physical side as we were both virgins and wanted to wait until we were both ready
>We ended by sitting together on my recliner chair leaning back into each other's arms
>It must have looked really cute
>I remember feeling comfortable. Maybe the most comfortable that I'd ever been in my life. I didn't want it to end.
>But T had to go home, and all good things must come to an end
>Next up was my turn
>I was a little nervous but was better after being reassured that most parents would be happy if their daughter was dating a guy like me
>Met her little sister first
>Clearly there was sibling rivalry there as T was very affectionate towards me in her presence
>I didn't mind in the slightest and enjoyed the affection
>I later learned the little sister had gone through quite a few boys for her age, while T hadn't
>I didn't judge her though
>Then I met her father
>He was a pretty chill dude, happy to let T make her own decisions
>He seemed to be more of a hands-off, advising kind of parent
>Anyway, we wagged chins for a while and he seemed to like me. Either that or he was an expert poker player.
>Then her mother got home
>Within minutes I knew who ruled the roost
>It wasn't as bad as the military, but there was a clear pecking order with a hierarchy and orders to follow
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also: gay animals mating... preferebly with lots of cum...
thanks and by the way i`m a girl xD
>Clearly I had to show respect to the ruler of the roost or I wouldn't be allowed to see T anymore
>She was still studying and not making enough to get her own place
>She couldn't move in with me, so we had to make to do for the meantime
>I learned that the mother worked in medicine and traveled a lot
>As a result, she'd seen a lot of bad things happen to good people over the years
>She had what was known as the burden of knowledge
>This meant that she was overprotective of her kids, thinking that she could save them from the world
>I wouldn't be able to break this line of thinking having known her for such a short period of time, so instead decided to to a gradual approach by attrition
>Anyway, my relationship with T was progressing nicely
>We were learning a lot about each other and still enjoying the others company
>I started to notice something though
>After the end of our dates, as she was leaving she'd look back and call out "Love you"
>At first I didn't pay it any mind, but she did it with more and more frequency that I started to ask the big question
Did she......love me?
>Mentally torturing myself in private and after having imagined every possible outcome for potential conversational paths, I asked her about it one evening while we were out not far from her place
>She admitted that she did love me
>I had no idea how to feel about this
>Aside from my mother, this was the only girl in my life who'd said those words to me
>Scrutinizing every possible detail, I decided she wasn't lying
>She really did love me
>So, the only thing that remained was whether or not I loved her
Any lurkers? I'm typing this for myself but I want to know if anyone's following this
>The thought terrified me
>Being boyfriend and girlfriend was one thing, but being in love was something I was wholly unprepared for
>I'd been hurt before and I didn't want to get hurt again
>But T seemed so sincere and she did care for me
>I batted the pros/cons, logistics, logic and feelings back and forth in my mind
>She was there the whole time, waiting patiently, never encouraging me or chiding me
>Just waiting for me to make up my own mind
>Right then I knew
>It was the hardest thing I'd ever said
>It took me a few tries to get it out and it wasn't much more than I whisper
>But as we were in each other's arms, I said it
I love you.
>Just typing it now makes me hark back to the thoughts I had and the emotions I felt at the time
It's kinda late here and a few days ago I was waiting 50 fucking minutes instead of going to bed and some mother fucker ended 10/10 with a fucking spagetti can out of the pocket...
hope the same won't happen here.
All right, but I need you guys to bump while I'm typing.
>We kept seeing each other with our newfound feelings in tow
>We decided it was time to become physical
>Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to plan
>We definitely couldn't use her place on account of mother hen working all hours and baby sister being a thorn in her side
>Getting a room seemed cheap, so we decided on my place
>I had to clear the house on a weekday and get a day off work
>Surprisingly not too difficult
>Paid off my family to get lunch instead of come home for it and traded some shifts at work
>I picked T up from the station and we went back to mine
>Once she saw there was no-one else but us, she relaxed and started to calm down
>We we both a little nervous after all, what with it being our first
>We made out on my bed (king sized double I invested in about 3 years prior - about damn time that thing started to earn its keep)
>We drew the curtains and started to undress each other
>I took off her bra and remember being a little disappointed when I saw it had padding
>Looking at her chest though, I didn't care
>In fact, I didn't care any of the details
>There I was, with the woman I loved about to consumate our relationship and be each other's firsts
>It was damn near perfect
>Eventually we made it under the covers and naked
You actually sound pretty pathetic. Like objectively, from the way you talk, I think I would legitimately regard you as an annoying little twerk in real life. I'm lurking because this is so shitty/uneventful/commonplace so far that I'm hoping it's all a build up to a fucking ridiculous ending.
This is some weak beta shit, but still bumping nonetheless. The ending better be fucked up.
We're nowhere near the end.
>We didn't have any music playing
>In retrospect, maybe a poor choice and maybe things would have turned out differently if we had
>Anyway, we were making out and getting used to each others bodies
>I discovered she had a sensitive spot on her earlobe that made her giggle
>I kissed her breasts, eliciting moans
>They were the most sensual and sexual moans I'd ever heard - far surpassing anything I'd seen/heard in porn
>I kept licking, sucking and nibbling for her pleasure
>Moving my hand down, I began to finger her pussy
>She was so tight and wet, I couldn't believe it
>She called out my name as I slid in and out of her
>I whispered that she was so wet and she said huskily "Can you blame me?"
Nothing could have made me feel more masculine that I did at that moment.
>She reached for me and started stroking my cock
>Her movements were a little jerky, but they felt pretty good
>I looked into her eyes and asked if she was ready
>She said yes and we both agreed there'd be no judgement
>I reached over and put on the condom
>Positioning myself between her legs (missionary style) I got ready to enter
>But I was having difficulty so I asked her for help
>She tried to guide me into her, but I looked down and noticed that I'd lost it
>Back to the bastard drawing board
>I collapsed my head into the crook of her neck
>She lifted my head and looked into my eyes
>T said "No judgement" before kissing me
>I asked if I could go down on her as a Plan B, but she said that might be a bit much for our first time
>So, I asked to finish her off and she agreed
> I fingered her and she came
>After she came down from her orgasm she whispered "I'm so stupid" before rolling over
>She started crying
>What the hell was going on? I was the failure, I was the one who fucked up, what the hell was she berating herself for?
The worst thing is, I can relate to this guy. I would probably do more or less the same in his situation.
It's 2:36 AM here, I was about to go to bed as I saw this thread
Dude this shit is reminding myself of my first time. Oh my god.
>move from middle of bumfuck nowhere to larger metropolitan area
>mfw didn't have to make friends since kindergarten
>mfw no friends
>3rd day of school
>eating lunch alone again
>qt3.14 girl suddenly sits next to me
>8/10-9/10. Either way, definitely out of my league
>she's in my English Lit class the period after lunch
>wants to discuss the reading assignment
>talk about reading assignment
>time goes on and become good friends
>have strong feeling for her
>fast forward to sophomore year
>muster up the courage to ask her out on a date Friday
>find out she has a new boyfriend
>he's richer than me
>smarter than me
>better looking than me
>years go by
>we go in and our of our own relationships
>graduate high school
>we both stay home and go to college together
>go through college good friends
>her boyfriends all still make me feel inferior
>she has job opportunity on other side of the country that she can't pass up
>slowly begin to lose contact
>get a phone call from her suddenly
>"I'm getting married"
>fly out to her wedding
>she wants to meet in private before the wedding
>she comes to my hotel room
>brings some drinks and we catch up on old times
>talk for hours
>probably because drunk but ask "If I asked you to be my girlfriend in high school, would you have said yes?"
>she starts to cry
>I start to cry
>stop kissing before it goes to far
>we got our lives to live
Eh, idk. It's the way he talks
>Fuck you, that's why
>Pictures the celebration scenes from the end of Independence Day playing in my head
Also how he thinks we'd fucking care about his long ramblings about his childhood, or about this story, which so far has literally nothing out of the ordinary going on except that he's a 21 year old with a HS-level relationship. He reminds me of this short fucker from college who still had to hide boners when he walked by girls in yoga pants. It better have a fucking fantastic ending.
Even he is bored of this story
Let me guess, they end up together and live happily ever after, right?
Taking bets. Will it be Real or Ruse?
We're not done yet folks
>I consoled her as best I could
>I told her that she was the only girl in my life who'd cared about me and accepted me for who I was and that that was more important to me than being able to put my dick in her
I know, I know but it seemed like the right thing at the time
>Eventually she pulled together and seemed alright
>Getting up to get dressed I stayed in bed and stared up at the ceiling feeling bemused.
>Things weren't this complicated before.
>We proceeded as status quo for a while before trying again
>This time, however, full sex was off the cards
>We decided to just get used to the feeling of being with each other and the sensations
>I was a little bummed, but it was to be expected considering what happened
>After a few more sessions I asked again if I could go down on her
>Unfortunately she was natural so it proved to be something of a trial
>To this day, I hate feeling of getting a hair between my teeth
>But my prowess my undeniable
>She was writhing in ecstasy and grabbing the headboard, calling my name
>She pulled my up by the shoulders and started kissing me furiously
>She flipped me and started going down
>I said that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to
>Next thing I knew, she was sucking my cock
>It was her first time trying and to be fair it wasn't great, but she gave it her all
>It wasn't enough to make me cum, so I had to fake it
>Unfortunately this would become a common occurrence for want of not hurting her feelings
>That was pretty much the sum of our sexual activities for the duration of our relationship - making out, fingering, oral both ways and a little spanking
>No full sex
>Never full sex
God. Fucking. Dammit.
im already heating up a pot for the tin of spaghetti
you mean you don't even own one? i thought everybody did
no, sadly my parents never let me buy one
I was green with envy of the other kids enjoying theirs and now I'm too scared to go outside and buy one and amazon doesn't have them so it's still a distant Fata Morgana to me
NIGGER I KNOW HER!
Well, I don't know her name, but isn't she from Strathroy, ON?
What really annoys me about these long ass posts is that there are plenty of people who saw it and thought TLDR and are happily/ornot lurking 4chan without the need to know how this ends
I'm out of images. Anyway, here's where the rose-coloured glasses start to fall away.
>Over the coming months things never advanced physically so I decided to focus on other aspects
>Unfortunately this was met with minimal success
>Her mother was not budging an inch
>I was not allowed to spend the night at hers and she was not allowed at mine
>I tried to meet her with reason and calmly explain
>By this point we'd been together for about a year and it was clear that it wasn't a passing thing
>Despite my repeated assurances of fidelity and propriety, not to mention my demonstrated respect for the rules of her house, she never gave an inch.
>It was like banging my head against a brick wall
>I couldn't count on T for support - she didn't want to rock the boat at home and I couldn't blame her for it
>So what was the alternative? Wait years until she finished studying and saved enough to go halves on a place?
>I loved this girl. But I didn't love her enough to wait for years on end not getting any sex for the hope of a possibility.
>Her birthday was coming up, so I though this might be my chance
>I decided to be a romantic son of a bitch
>Weekend away in Paris
>It was perfect - I'd cleared it with her boss quietly to make sure she had the time off
>Arranged my own holiday
>Pre-emptively told her father to make sure there's be no interference from the family
>No issues from mine so that wouldn't be a problem
>The time was approaching when I got a text from T
>"I'm sorry. I heard from my mother about the trip to Paris and I can't go. Really sorry xxxxx"
>Further inquiry proved that the only thing stopped her from going was the mother forbidding it
>I was getting cock-blocked by the mother-in-law
bumping with my gay cross-dressing friends leaked pictures
I'm sitting here at work at a Sprint store reading this god damn story because I haven't been able to find something decent to do. And then the fag above posts pictures of his cross-dressing friend.....fuck em all.
A WHOLE YEAR?!?!? Who the fuck waits that long, short of the idiots who think "saving themselves for marriage" is a good idea? Jesus. Continue OP, and god damn is this mother-in-law a raging cuntosaurus.
I only have two at the moment. I'll try get moar soon
No plans needed, dimensions and the way they are created make them more unique. Its pretty simple to fashion a cube from wood, just make sure the hole in one piece is precisely 1.3869435667 inches in diameter otherwise you shall be laughed at continually and your mistake will stay with you until your grave.
We're getting there. And an archive would be nice.
>I sympathized with the mother-in-law's situation but logic and reason just would not prevail and my emotional attempts to reach her weren't working despite having great source material for my speeches.
>T still wasn't weighing in because she knew that if she did then her mother would make her life that much more difficult while she was living at home
>T's father was taking a back-seat role so I could appeal to him man-to-man
>As Hudson said in Aliens, 'Game over, man. Game over!'
>All I wanted was one thing. It may sound gay and you may think I'm a faggot but here it is.
>I wanted to come home from work and find T waiting for me.
>She'd cook dinner (that was one of her talents - she made good food)
>We'd go to bed and have passionate sex
>Fall asleep in each others arms
>Wake up in the morning to see her face
>Was that really so much to ask? No, it wasn't. And I was getting tired of it.
>So, one day a few weeks after our 1 year anniversary I took her out and gave her the speech.
>She tried to suggest that we take a break and come back to it some time later but I knew it was futile
>Nothing was going to change for the time we were together and I wanted more
>She could give it, so I left
A simple yet intricate object, I see.
I am afraid that the effort required to construct the curio in question might be too arduous for my unsophisticated craftsmanship.
What action do you gentleman advise in such a case.
im assuming the 50's dream speech, If she truely loved you she'd have supported it not detached herself from the relationship
Thanks for the piece of insight mate
Truly hope you don't have to experience it first hand but it sucks having to force yourself to ejaculate so the girl doesn't feel bad.
It's the same effort as when you've already cummed 10 times but still force yourself to do it.
>That was over 2 years ago.
>Since then, my cumulative total number of lays has been 1
>And I had to pay for it
>Yes, I had to pay a hooker to take my virginity after my ex wouldn't
Felt real stellar about that
>All my attempts thus far have met with failure
>My thoughts have been turning back to when I first said I loved T
>I didn't lie when I said it and she didn't either
>It was pure and genuine
>We had problems but.....I don't know. I just keep thinking about the road less traveled.
>If I had toughed it out and stayed with her, would things have been different?
>I still see her from time to time at the odd convention
>I could get her back if I wanted but I just don't know
Is it better to be alone and pine than to be in an unhappy relationship?
I'm plagued with uncertainty. All I know for certain is that I hate going to bed with the other half of the bed being empty.
That's all. Feel free to weigh in and insult the fuck out of me now.
JESUS NO IT CAN'T END THIS WAY
Well that's what I get from someone saying they faked it. It doesn't feel nice. It's pretty neutral but kinda leaves a bad taste in your mouth so for me that's faking it.
Literally faking it is a bit more work I guess and how do you do that without a condom?
do you still have a way to contact her? try doing that. Although it may be a long shot, she may have the same feelings as you right now. If you don't have a way to contact her, or she isn't interested anymore, take it as a lesson learned. Don't let your dick ruin a good thing.
u know what u should have done.
i made a similiar mistake and know what i should have done differently - FOUGHT!
u should have gone to the mother and have had a talk with her. u should have done this when it was decision making time:
either it goes on the way u wanted it
or not at all.
Disappointing especially since the story started out so damn strong.
When will you stupid fucks learn to make the story more interesting than the truth for the entertainment of the board.
Mutha fucka, we been insulting the fuck outta ya. this just proves you deserve it. No grow a pair of balls you fucking beta, man the hell up, and go get her back so I can have a better ending to this god damn story. Faggot.
OP if you truly loved her and she loved you and you know there's a slightest chance, get her back! you will regret it forever if you don't, as I have with the one woman I truly loved, I let her go and I regret it everyday, if I could go back I would but I can't, so I just live my life with the choices I've made.
OP honestly you went a full year without blowing your load..
It sounds like T was easily influenced, and her parents were over protective...
If she really wanted to be with you, she would have
dude...grow a pair,get back to that convention let her know that ain't nothing gonna stop the two of you and go live you lives together. Personally it'd be better to have nothing and have the one you love than have it all and no one to share it with.
Brah if she really was the one that meant the most to you then try again, but the that's not what this is about, you didn't write this so we could feel for you or give you advice, you didnt write this so that we could read this, you wrote it so that YOU could read it and make the decision for yourself. There's only one person who can make this decision op and that is you, ask yourself, do you miss her? And if the answer is yes, ask yourself, do you miss her ny less that that first day you walked? If the answer to that is yes too then you will know what you have to try to do, now you've gotta wake up sweetheart, your gonna be late for school, why couldn't I have a normal child? One without these problems? Bwaaaa
All the stars say that I must now devote myself to this. I will spend years in solitude. I must work hard at it. And one day. I shall be a famous artisan and craft the finest fingerboxes across all lands that the sun shines. You may forget about me now but mark my word, one day you will remember and gasp at the sight of the perfect fingerbox.
You done the right thing op. I'm in a similar relationship of almost 2 years, however we have fucked countless times. But if you hadn't got anywhere in a year then it was doomed.
You're going to forever think about her, and forever love her.
As you said, you're not quite the most socially-successful with other women. This T loves you, and you love her too.
Shitty situation for now, but it's just a matter of time and then you both unite and rent your own place.
Once she's an adult (if not already) she can make her own decisions away from her mother issues.
Upset about some wiener time is not worth it in the long run; you won't be happy alone without her.
Get back with her, love each other, and the rest'll work itself out!
Source: myself with previous experience with many women and currently in a wonderful relationship
I tried to move on - I deleted her from facebook, erased her number, got rid of all her texts and burned the photos of us together.
But I still...
I'm pining and I know exactly why.
I want her because she's the only one I could ever have.
But I can't suffer from oneities forever
I have to be strong
I can't go back
But why not? Would it be so bad?
Would things even work out?
ARGH I'M DRIVING MYSELF INSANE!
i know the masters of the art begin with the Redwood tree for if one has the strength to fell the tree with an ax then he or she has the determination to carve such masterpieces
So that was an advice thread masked as a story. You sound pretty lonely without her. I guess just get back with her and see what happens.
If you find another chick you'll most likely forget the prude but seeing that's hard..
Personally I think you need to try, if anything to get this insanity locked away for the rest of your life, the worst thing can be that it fails but then you will know you really gave it a go
Believe in yourself. Remember that if you truly loved her, that you would do anything for her. If after all this time you still believe then you must act before she finds someone else. Don't be like so many others here, get the girl.
nice camera... why is the image grainy... such potential and she doesn't know how to use the damn thing...
Wow you're a dumbfuck
Why would you burn bridges?
All it would fucking take is TIME. Everything about this situation would fix itself in time. She won't be dependent on her mom forever, your dick won't fuck you over (Or you learn where to locate some viagra for a one-shotter)
Literally why you impatient manchild
>chopping down a mighty Redwood tree
This alone sounds hard enough of a task
I guess the first step to omnipotence is going to the gym. off to /fit/ for clues then.
Thank you master scholar for giving me this quest. And the other magical warrior that shared their tips with me.
OP, you're a faggot. No, not just your typical faggot, but a real douchebag supreme faggot.
You never loved her. You merely wanted sex, and that's all you did the whole time, just tried to bang this normal girl and tell her bullshit, because you yourself admit you didn't love her enough to wait. You were a selfish faggot the whole time, and "T"'s mother could sense it the whole time, which is why she cockblocked you every chance she had. You talk about genuine feelings, you fucking faggot, you never had any genuine feelings.
I'm 100% confident I could get on good terms with the mother, just because she'd see I'm serious and mature enough not to think about fucking her daughter and then dumping her years later when the relationship inevitably fails because it was rushed to sex too fast.
You're a fucking faggot and you shouldn't have even been allowed to go anywhere near that girl. Now she's ruined since her first time was with a pathetic faggot, you didn't even have the balls to try and marry this girl before banging her.
Seriously, fuck you OP. You don't deserve shit, and I hope for the girl's sake she finds someone actually worthwhile, and not your sorry ass.
Pic very much related.
2 year dry spell?
OK OP. Fess up and True/False each of the following.
1.) You're fat as fuck.
2.) You never go to any sort of party (outside of sausage fests like YuGiOh tournaments and D and D nights)
3.) You don't have a full-time job.
4.) You live in buttfuck nowhere republican/deep bible 'murica.
If you answered true to any of the above, THOSE ARE ALL able to be changed. So take care of that first.
The only other big hurdle is actually talking to a girl. Provide alcohol if u need to, but force urself. Even if u make a fool out of urself, you gain some social experience so you can eventually level up and get pussy.
All my good lays were from house parties, and some of them turned out to be threesomes and crazy shit. Eventually, I found a hot girl 8 years younger who's into vidya and she stuck. We're getting a house together in a few months.
Go out and get it dude. You can't get it if you're not there.
Oh and forget about that other bitch. If she doesn't put out, YOU are the autistic retard for actually giving her the time of day.
If sex is off limits, so is she. Plenty of fucking fish bro, and if you think there's "no one like her" you're so, so fucking wrong. I can find you a clone or better just from my fucking facebook. Get over her and man up. Nothing is more attractive to a woman than a guy who seriously does not give a fuck and does his own thing regardless of what she thinks.
What he said.
You talk about her in such a dispassionate way. Everything you write is centered on yourself and on how the relationship made you feel. You were never in love with her ; you just love to be loved, want to be wanted.
You don't need to be Christian to know that years on the cock carousel ruins a girl, especially if her first time is with a faggot who only thinks of the lay and not of the girl herself. Girls like that will inevitably be ruined, there's a 90% chance she'll turn into just another slut looking for love now, because of this faggot.
Another future ruined, because faggot OP couldn't wait. Fucking ridiculous.
it's not completely ruined, he can still patch things up before its back to the future time, and if not, she'll always remember him and hopefully look for a similar guy instead of becoming one who enjoys abusive assholes