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OK. I'm finally going to start a journal. I guess I will provide some background info. I have so far in my life been a late bloomer. I didn't get any attention from girls in elementary, middle, or high school. Senior year of highschool, I developed a massive crush on a very hot girl and got her to go to prom with me but nothing happened aside from dancing with her and getting the biggest boner of my life. I had to stick my butt out to hide it. This girl came to define "my type".
This failure led me to find girlschase.com. I read it obsessively the summer before college. I wasn't ready to take the advice, because I was raised catholic, and believed in abstinence before marriage. But I knew there was truth to it. I knew I would fail miserably with girls if I didn't change. So I tried to learn what I could while ignoring the advice about first-date sex.
Freshman year of college, I somehow ended up becoming super religious. I wasn't very serious about it before, but I think I wanted to give it a shot before abandoning it.
I believe this was a mistake. I ended up hanging out with people I didn't like that much, and kept me from spending more time hanging out with my cooler friends. It was this year that I met the two coolest girls I ever met. We'll call them Gypsy and Eyeball. When I first saw Eyeball, I thought, thank god, a girl who's my type. At that point I was too religious to make a move on her, even though I flirted completely naturally, which is amazing, thinking back on it. But I ended up befriending them, and they ended up being part of one of my social circles. They were inseparable best friends. Gypsy wasn't hot, in fact she was freakishly tall, but she was very cool.
I gradually became obsessed with Gypsy and Eyeball, while becoming better friends with them. This was the first time in my entire life that I actually cared about someone. I would say that by the end of the year there was some degree of love between them and me, particularly with Eyeball. I was very glad to know them, and when they both decided to drop out at the end of the year, I thought I would never see them again.
Meanwhile, I had started flirting with a cute engineering girl in a few of my classes. We knew we were going to be neighbors the following year, so we were both looking forward to get together after the summer.
I did end up dating that girl at the beginning of sophomore year. She was my first kiss. She brought me home one night and when I got out of the bathroom she was in her panties, and we were clearly supposed to have sex, in hindsight. But I was still religious so I didn't even entertain the thought. Needless to say, the relationship dissolved soon afterwards.
I learned a little bit about social circle from that experience. She was in a sorority so suddenly I was talked about as "Erin's boyfriend." Suddenly I was cool. This was new to me.
That year, I somehow stayed in touch with Gypsie and Eyeball. I invited them to visit me during the spring party weekend. I had an extra bed, so they stayed in my room. It was the best 4 days of my life. I just felt happy. It felt like they were family. The highlight was when I was lying in bed and Eyeball jumped into bed with me and snuggled up to me and I got the best quality erection ever. I definitely should have had a threesome. Eyeball even tried to convince me that premarital sex was natural, but I wouldn't budge. I was a staunch Catholic. How ridiculous I was!
Junior year, I had given up on dating. I figured I would just wait to marry some catholic girl. But as fate would have it, just when I had given up all hope, lightning struck.
I was with my best friend, an even stauncher Catholic, and we went up to the Info Desk at the University Center. The girl at the desk was beaming at me. My friend inquired about some tickets, but she completely ignored him and was just staring at me with the biggest smile on her face. So, I had to ask the question for my friend, and she answered me. He said something else, and again, she completely ignored him and was still beaming at me, so I just relayed the message and she answered. Then we left. I thought, wow! she looked like a movie star! (She looked, at that moment, Charlize Theron-esque, so we'll call her Charlize) OMG, we had a connection! I said to my friend. So he told me to go back the next week and ask her out.
We went back the next week and I asked her to look for something in the lost in found, without making eye contact. When she got up and turned around, I checked her out and was dissapointed by her clothes and body. But I would soon find out she was a hidden 10.
I chickened out and didn't ask her out. But when I regrouped with my friend, he made me go back. I went back and did it, and it was so easy. Wow. The fear of asking a girl out was so silly. I found out she was an acting major, to my delight. I had had a latent desire to date one of the beautiful actresses from the drama school.
OK this is going long. To make a long story short, it started out amazing. She thought I was so cool and it was definitely a boon to me that she didn't fully realize how beautiful she was, and wasn't that cool. Anyway, I was so catholic, that not only did I not have sex with her, it took me forever to kiss her. In my mind at that point, kissing=sex, so I was too afraid to kiss her. Finally, I did it, and it was amazing. I realized I wanted to have sex with her. I guess kissing does = sex!!!
So I gave up my religion. This girl literally changed the course of my life. But just because I realized I wanted to fuck her, doesn't mean I had the skill set to do so. I had so many chances, but I was just too damn inexperienced.
I ended up losing my virginity to a girl I picked up at a party using the techniques I learned at girlschase.com. Thanks Chase!
Funnily enough, while I was hooking up with that girl, Charlize gave me a blatant booty call and I had to tell her I was with someone else. Funny how that works.
Meanwhile, I had become a total pothead, smoking 5 times a day. It was amazing at the beginning. It opened up my world. But in retrospect, I was smoking to cover up the pain of failing to sleep with Charlize. Despite this impotence, we continued to see each other and we would make out a lot.
Gypsy and Eyeball ended up visiting me again during the spring party weekend. This was a bit of a conflict, because this was also the weekend I planned on finally getting it in with Charlize.
Well, I got the furthest with her than I ever had, finally fingering her pussy. But I was so drunk that I actually thought I was with Eyeball. You see, I think I was actually in love with Eyeball. But yeah, I absolutely failed to escalate. I left her disappointed, and came home to two disappointed girls who I had abandoned in order to fuck another. I should have just brought them all together and had a foursome. Heck, the girl I lost virginity to was trying to hook up with me, too, and I should have invited her and made it a fivesome! hahaha. But alas, my dick saw no action that weekend.
I was also drunk and high on coke and weed the whole time.
Oh yeah, I also met a cute girl who was chasing me hard without even trying to...just goes to show how abundance mentality works. I was talking about the book Walden, and she later told me she read it because of me. hahaha.
So I kept trying with Charlize for the rest of the year, to no avail.
When I came back later in the summer she had a boyfriend.
And yet, she still gave me chances. And I fucked them all up.
OK, so then I dropped out of school. I was super depressed. I didn't think I wanted to do engineering anymore. I ended up moving in with Gypsy in Los Angeles. Eyeball, being her best friend, visited for extended periods. It should have been the best time of my life. Eyeball, at that point, was always telling me she loved me. But when I got there, the depression was simply overpowering. On top of that, I was smoking weed every day. Weed totally kills my sex drive. So, no sex, no threesome, no menage a trois. I slept on an extra bed. I left after about two weeks.
Instead of being the best time of my life, it was the worst time of my life.
Then my life kind of spiralled out of control. I did get laid a few times since then, and even almost got married to an Italian girl. I got diagnosed with Schizo-Affective Disorder and had some pretty wacky experiences on weed. But now it's three years later and I have finally decided to go back to school. I've quit weed, got my head on straight, and realized I need to start getting laid consistently. Maybe even get into my first real relationship. So after almost 7 years as a GC reader, I'm finally ready to start seducing in earnest.
Oh yeah, I should mention, I've finally realized that I am very good-looking. But after 3 years of rock-bottom life, my fundamentals have absolutely gone to complete and utter shit, and I look about 4 years younger than my age of 24. So it balances out. I have a lot of work to do. In my next post I will describe my recent progress with women.
This failure led me to find girlschase.com. I read it obsessively the summer before college. I wasn't ready to take the advice, because I was raised catholic, and believed in abstinence before marriage. But I knew there was truth to it. I knew I would fail miserably with girls if I didn't change. So I tried to learn what I could while ignoring the advice about first-date sex.
Freshman year of college, I somehow ended up becoming super religious. I wasn't very serious about it before, but I think I wanted to give it a shot before abandoning it.
I believe this was a mistake. I ended up hanging out with people I didn't like that much, and kept me from spending more time hanging out with my cooler friends. It was this year that I met the two coolest girls I ever met. We'll call them Gypsy and Eyeball. When I first saw Eyeball, I thought, thank god, a girl who's my type. At that point I was too religious to make a move on her, even though I flirted completely naturally, which is amazing, thinking back on it. But I ended up befriending them, and they ended up being part of one of my social circles. They were inseparable best friends. Gypsy wasn't hot, in fact she was freakishly tall, but she was very cool.
I gradually became obsessed with Gypsy and Eyeball, while becoming better friends with them. This was the first time in my entire life that I actually cared about someone. I would say that by the end of the year there was some degree of love between them and me, particularly with Eyeball. I was very glad to know them, and when they both decided to drop out at the end of the year, I thought I would never see them again.
Meanwhile, I had started flirting with a cute engineering girl in a few of my classes. We knew we were going to be neighbors the following year, so we were both looking forward to get together after the summer.
I did end up dating that girl at the beginning of sophomore year. She was my first kiss. She brought me home one night and when I got out of the bathroom she was in her panties, and we were clearly supposed to have sex, in hindsight. But I was still religious so I didn't even entertain the thought. Needless to say, the relationship dissolved soon afterwards.
I learned a little bit about social circle from that experience. She was in a sorority so suddenly I was talked about as "Erin's boyfriend." Suddenly I was cool. This was new to me.
That year, I somehow stayed in touch with Gypsie and Eyeball. I invited them to visit me during the spring party weekend. I had an extra bed, so they stayed in my room. It was the best 4 days of my life. I just felt happy. It felt like they were family. The highlight was when I was lying in bed and Eyeball jumped into bed with me and snuggled up to me and I got the best quality erection ever. I definitely should have had a threesome. Eyeball even tried to convince me that premarital sex was natural, but I wouldn't budge. I was a staunch Catholic. How ridiculous I was!
Junior year, I had given up on dating. I figured I would just wait to marry some catholic girl. But as fate would have it, just when I had given up all hope, lightning struck.
I was with my best friend, an even stauncher Catholic, and we went up to the Info Desk at the University Center. The girl at the desk was beaming at me. My friend inquired about some tickets, but she completely ignored him and was just staring at me with the biggest smile on her face. So, I had to ask the question for my friend, and she answered me. He said something else, and again, she completely ignored him and was still beaming at me, so I just relayed the message and she answered. Then we left. I thought, wow! she looked like a movie star! (She looked, at that moment, Charlize Theron-esque, so we'll call her Charlize) OMG, we had a connection! I said to my friend. So he told me to go back the next week and ask her out.
We went back the next week and I asked her to look for something in the lost in found, without making eye contact. When she got up and turned around, I checked her out and was dissapointed by her clothes and body. But I would soon find out she was a hidden 10.
I chickened out and didn't ask her out. But when I regrouped with my friend, he made me go back. I went back and did it, and it was so easy. Wow. The fear of asking a girl out was so silly. I found out she was an acting major, to my delight. I had had a latent desire to date one of the beautiful actresses from the drama school.
OK this is going long. To make a long story short, it started out amazing. She thought I was so cool and it was definitely a boon to me that she didn't fully realize how beautiful she was, and wasn't that cool. Anyway, I was so catholic, that not only did I not have sex with her, it took me forever to kiss her. In my mind at that point, kissing=sex, so I was too afraid to kiss her. Finally, I did it, and it was amazing. I realized I wanted to have sex with her. I guess kissing does = sex!!!
So I gave up my religion. This girl literally changed the course of my life. But just because I realized I wanted to fuck her, doesn't mean I had the skill set to do so. I had so many chances, but I was just too damn inexperienced.
I ended up losing my virginity to a girl I picked up at a party using the techniques I learned at girlschase.com. Thanks Chase!
Funnily enough, while I was hooking up with that girl, Charlize gave me a blatant booty call and I had to tell her I was with someone else. Funny how that works.
Meanwhile, I had become a total pothead, smoking 5 times a day. It was amazing at the beginning. It opened up my world. But in retrospect, I was smoking to cover up the pain of failing to sleep with Charlize. Despite this impotence, we continued to see each other and we would make out a lot.
Gypsy and Eyeball ended up visiting me again during the spring party weekend. This was a bit of a conflict, because this was also the weekend I planned on finally getting it in with Charlize.
Well, I got the furthest with her than I ever had, finally fingering her pussy. But I was so drunk that I actually thought I was with Eyeball. You see, I think I was actually in love with Eyeball. But yeah, I absolutely failed to escalate. I left her disappointed, and came home to two disappointed girls who I had abandoned in order to fuck another. I should have just brought them all together and had a foursome. Heck, the girl I lost virginity to was trying to hook up with me, too, and I should have invited her and made it a fivesome! hahaha. But alas, my dick saw no action that weekend.
I was also drunk and high on coke and weed the whole time.
Oh yeah, I also met a cute girl who was chasing me hard without even trying to...just goes to show how abundance mentality works. I was talking about the book Walden, and she later told me she read it because of me. hahaha.
So I kept trying with Charlize for the rest of the year, to no avail.
When I came back later in the summer she had a boyfriend.
And yet, she still gave me chances. And I fucked them all up.
OK, so then I dropped out of school. I was super depressed. I didn't think I wanted to do engineering anymore. I ended up moving in with Gypsy in Los Angeles. Eyeball, being her best friend, visited for extended periods. It should have been the best time of my life. Eyeball, at that point, was always telling me she loved me. But when I got there, the depression was simply overpowering. On top of that, I was smoking weed every day. Weed totally kills my sex drive. So, no sex, no threesome, no menage a trois. I slept on an extra bed. I left after about two weeks.
Instead of being the best time of my life, it was the worst time of my life.
Then my life kind of spiralled out of control. I did get laid a few times since then, and even almost got married to an Italian girl. I got diagnosed with Schizo-Affective Disorder and had some pretty wacky experiences on weed. But now it's three years later and I have finally decided to go back to school. I've quit weed, got my head on straight, and realized I need to start getting laid consistently. Maybe even get into my first real relationship. So after almost 7 years as a GC reader, I'm finally ready to start seducing in earnest.
Oh yeah, I should mention, I've finally realized that I am very good-looking. But after 3 years of rock-bottom life, my fundamentals have absolutely gone to complete and utter shit, and I look about 4 years younger than my age of 24. So it balances out. I have a lot of work to do. In my next post I will describe my recent progress with women.