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Well its me again, Altair. As I mentioned in my earlier threads, I am a 21 year old virgin who is almost done with college. As hard as it may be for some to comprehend, I might be the only person on this entire board who is going to finish college a virgin.
My background I gave information to included me being sheltered as a kid, homeschooled in high school, being forced to go to a community college, and then transferring to an "actual university". Needless to say, I got dealt a pretty shitty hand in the game of life. I made a lot of progress in the last 4 years. I went from being shy to actually being able to talk to people, open girls, and being able to be comfortable around attractive women to the point I could talk to them without any problem at all.
Despite all that my social life and sex life has been shit. I have not managed to get laid in college (big university). Some of it has to do with my being a STEM student (sciences and engineering) but there have been other things. My school has a huge Greek scene and I am not in a frat, my school is pretty conservative and I am a minority (libyan), and I have not been able to get into the in crowd at all.
The date nights, wild dorm experience, wild spring breaks, and hot sex that college males in America are used to, I didn't get.
My worry is the mental toll it is going to take on me as I move, improve, and go forward.
I have had sleepless nights thinking about this. Sometimes I get distracted and zone out thinking about this shit. A lot of times I have been angry and had some depressing thoughts just dwelling on this. The problem is that it is so hard for me to describe in just words alone.
It's like in America, college is understood to be the gold mine for everything, mostly experiences. Something about being young and on your own for the first time while winning a date with that cute girl or sleeping with hot girls is just something that I feel you can never have in your life after the age of 21.
Sometimes I think that even if I improve, better my life even more, and keep making an effort, I will never be happy. This stuff has me so depressed that I have had days where I wish I was not even born. It is such a depressing feeling that sometimes it stops me from taking action and truly moving forward. Though I do my usual gym routines and continue to read material put here by Chase I have a tough time not being bitter (which Chase talks about in his lover of women guide). I cannot get myself to truly love women as much and feel some kind of a chip on my shoulder.
I find it so sad that here in America, social life and hot sex end at the age of 22 when you finish college and everyone gets married. Sure you can say people live that experience after college but I feel like it is never the same. I always feel like even if I have sex 100 women after I finish college, it won't do shit for me because I will always have that hole in my life of when I missed out on that one experience almost all young men had.
Like I even fantasize about starting college all over again and living the experience that most guys except for me have.
Is it really possible to get over these scars and depressive thoughts about having missed out on so much?
My background I gave information to included me being sheltered as a kid, homeschooled in high school, being forced to go to a community college, and then transferring to an "actual university". Needless to say, I got dealt a pretty shitty hand in the game of life. I made a lot of progress in the last 4 years. I went from being shy to actually being able to talk to people, open girls, and being able to be comfortable around attractive women to the point I could talk to them without any problem at all.
Despite all that my social life and sex life has been shit. I have not managed to get laid in college (big university). Some of it has to do with my being a STEM student (sciences and engineering) but there have been other things. My school has a huge Greek scene and I am not in a frat, my school is pretty conservative and I am a minority (libyan), and I have not been able to get into the in crowd at all.
The date nights, wild dorm experience, wild spring breaks, and hot sex that college males in America are used to, I didn't get.
My worry is the mental toll it is going to take on me as I move, improve, and go forward.
I have had sleepless nights thinking about this. Sometimes I get distracted and zone out thinking about this shit. A lot of times I have been angry and had some depressing thoughts just dwelling on this. The problem is that it is so hard for me to describe in just words alone.
It's like in America, college is understood to be the gold mine for everything, mostly experiences. Something about being young and on your own for the first time while winning a date with that cute girl or sleeping with hot girls is just something that I feel you can never have in your life after the age of 21.
Sometimes I think that even if I improve, better my life even more, and keep making an effort, I will never be happy. This stuff has me so depressed that I have had days where I wish I was not even born. It is such a depressing feeling that sometimes it stops me from taking action and truly moving forward. Though I do my usual gym routines and continue to read material put here by Chase I have a tough time not being bitter (which Chase talks about in his lover of women guide). I cannot get myself to truly love women as much and feel some kind of a chip on my shoulder.
I find it so sad that here in America, social life and hot sex end at the age of 22 when you finish college and everyone gets married. Sure you can say people live that experience after college but I feel like it is never the same. I always feel like even if I have sex 100 women after I finish college, it won't do shit for me because I will always have that hole in my life of when I missed out on that one experience almost all young men had.
Like I even fantasize about starting college all over again and living the experience that most guys except for me have.
Is it really possible to get over these scars and depressive thoughts about having missed out on so much?