I've quite literally just begun, after spending years imagining gf and the things I could do with gf I don't think there will ever be a point in time where I would want to be alone anymore. Being alone sucks, just the fact that I have someone to talk to and who actually listens to what I have to say is something amazing to me.
Everything else is just an added bonus, sex, kissing, touching, it all makes me feel human rather than a socially retarded robot. That being said, though, it didn't come very naturally at first, I tried distancing myself and I at times still feel like I need to distance myself for a bit, but now that I've crossed the line of having had sex there is an expectation of me being more physically intimate than there were before. Sometimes it can feel like I need to put effort into it, but it still feels good when I do.
It hasn't been exactly how I imagined it during all of those years, I feel very empty on the inside and the little boy who hungered for affection after all of these years has died inside of me. I'm still trying, though, but I don't think it will ever be quite as good as I spent so long picturing in my head. Maybe it's too late now, and I've come to embrace loneliness, but I still refuse to be alone for any longer. There's no reason why I should suffer, Bernd, I haven't done anything wrong so I shouldn't punish myself for just existing, which is what I have done for a long time prior.