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How did you acquire your first gf?
I don't know. The solution would be to go talk to girls on the street, but my ego is far too fragile for that. If I get rejected I will question myself for 4 months. I count on my friends to go out to the bar or to the nightclub or to the lakeside, where the girls hang out. I'm going to do my best this summer to deflower myself before I turn 21. What do you plan ?
>Why don't you try to go to bar with freinds, get drunk and try to seduce a girl?
I would be ashamed in front of my friends, I don't take alcohol very well, so I might vomit later and even with alcohol I'd be too uptight and antisocial probably. I know, many excuses, but such is the life of a no gf haver.
>somewhere in the countryside
>somewhere in the ealy 2010s
>middle eastern girl from the same year is childhood friend
>she lives down the road from me
>kinda religious parents trust me cuz the good kid
>eat at her place on weekends often
>we go upstairs to play a lot
>have to move cuz of my mom's job
>feelsbadman
>somewhere in the second half of the 2010s
>somewhere during mid puberty
>even after I moved 1 hour away we still went to eat at their place
>usually on weekends 2-4 times a year
>stay in contact with her through snapchat
>always talking at night on snap
>discussions often center around seggs
>go to her parent's with my family for lunch one time,
>we go upstairs to her room to talk
>decide to play xbob minekush together like the goog old days
>our old people have to leave because of something
>we're alone in her room for a few hours
>make out
>acquire the succ
>feelsgoodman
>stay in touch on snapchat afterwards
>semi long distance relationship
>often pass through town, always stop to meet her
>everytime we meetup we go somewhere secluded to "play xbox minecraft" together
>we meet sometimes on holidays and always manage to get stuff done whenever her old people aren't around
>keep this shtick up for a good 3 years but by the end we're both seeing people in our own towns respectively
>its been 5 years, now we just make friendly small talk when we meet
>no one knows that was my first gf
My first girlfriend was in kindergarten... our mothers were friends, Edith always joked that I would be her daughter's husband. For as long as I can remember, Irma was by my side, as my playmate, over the years we were close friends and by the time I was 16, in high school, we started dating.
Irma was my first everything, I will always remember her with all my affection. She passed away the following year due to a stroke right after her 17th birthday. My parents died a few months later, in a car accident. Despite the grief of mourning their loss, her mother has always supported me and been there for me, thanks to her I am what I am today.
The affection I feel for her is very peculiar, I love and appreciate her with every ounce of my being, I admire her, as we do not share blood and she is the only woman who has been with me in all the stages of my life, but I do not know how I feel about it.... I can't even remember my mother's face.
It will be more than a decade ago, I love her a lot because she has been able to advise me, she attended my graduation ceremony... she played the role of my mother for my wedding.
I remember, I still remember, how I hated to breathe... how much I wished I was gone too... added to the grief, the academic and financial problems, and I reflected; if I am carrying so much, I can't imagine her... with her life and now carrying mine. I felt like a good-for-nothing. Every night I drowned my feelings, the sobs turned to choked cries and these to despair. I don't know if she sensed or was well aware of my state of mind. In the darkness of the night she suddenly entered, witnessed how I screamed into the pillow and drowned my lament in a futile attempt to await silence, she sat to one side, put her palm on my back, I turned looking for her gaze and found empty and taciturn eyes, she lay down next to me and whispered a song in my ear: "Y sin embargo, sigues unido a mí existencia y si vivo cien años,
cien años pienso en ti" while her arm comforted me and her leg embraced mine. ... his voice was slowing down and getting sweeter. I understood that I was not alone, that I had someone for whom I could not give up. That night I was aware of memento mori, that at some point I will have to take care of Edith as she has been taking care of me since almost always.
My wife is not very happy about my relationship with Edith, as I have told her all about it. Unfortunately she knows me... She knows the answer if she gives me a choice.