if u people want to hear it, i wanna tell u a little story:imagine your parents breaking up and inamongst all the hurt, and the pain, your friends decide that your not worth the imotional baggage and most of your 'friends' stop talking to you. You find that the light at the end of the tunnel lies with girl u met at highschool, something clicks and you say 'yea, thats the one'. For 6 months, you ponder upon how to ask her out, where, and when. Now imagine you dont ask her out beacause you feel inferior and she dates another guy you know to be a sleeze. hurt yet? yup, your damn right. Anyway to continue.. imagine spending the next 6 months in utter dispair over the loss of your possible match and being angry at the world and yourself. unable to get over your tremendous loss, you cloud your thoughts with a full time job. Next, apply to university and get accepted. your moving into halls, and your 4 flatmates chat about how many girls they've manipulated, broken-in, and dumped, only for you to change the subjet. so, we hate our new flatmates with an almost uncontrolable rage. Somehow, im able to contain myself, and i keep my mask on. You figure, a good way to relieve your tension is to start weightlifting....so fast forward a year. your in a bar, you meet a girl, you chat and you become friends. you are still in a lot of pain from loosing possibly the best thing in your life 2 yrs before....she wants to go out with you, you start dating. part of you feels hidden beacause of the hurt and rage that lies behind an otherwise happy looking 20yr old. you eventually become friends again beacuase you feel she doesnt know the real you. At this point, i was weightlifting religiously running every day pushups, etc. I wanted to kill people. a hitman would have been a good job.now fast foreward another 2 years. you feel slightly more at ease with yourself, mabey beacause youve got some nice pecks (haha). that takes me to my current position - ive just finished my 4th and final year of university. ive gone from feeling like a total outcast, and a monster in my first year to whatever i am now (which, to be hounest, im not too sure). am i still a virgin? - yea. do i care? - yea! i mean im a guy, not a robot - of course i would love to go about nailing anything that moves, but not at the rxpence of demeaning a girl. i find that a work college chatting about a nice tasty piece of *bottom* he nailed, is for me, like salt on the wound. i still have the notion to take their heads off, but i dont act on it.Of course, my story will be different from most of you, i accept that. but for the most part, my reasons of being a virgin are probably simmilar to a lot of you. Youve no doubt figured ive been a tad repressed about the whole experience, so sry to unload on you. - just wanted to share my story with you.hell knows what im gonna do now - im certainly more calm these days, but i still have my pain sometimes.so this is me, no hiddin stories - the total truth. I lool foreward to hearing some views on it.
