Hi guys, long-time lurker here. I finally decided to tell a story of my own. English ain’t my first language, but I hope it will be all right, anyway. I don’t have „that“ many stories to tell, but I hope you guys will like this one at least. This is the story of the ending of a looong dry spell. Since it’s been over 10 years, some details aren’t as sharp as they used to be, but I think I still know the important stuff. Buckle up, ladies and gents, this story will be a long one:
*Sometimes I would like to have a time machine and go back to my single years. In hindsight, it is really easy to meet women and have sex on a constant basis. Back then however, I was a pretty insecure guy with no experience and even less confidence. It was no coincidence that I did not have sex in over a year in that time. Turns out that all women can see through your bullshit when you try to pretend being someone different than you are. Oh, and yes: I am shameless in stealing elements in story telling from u/AllTheBoysIveFckedB4. You gotta learn from the best, right?*