This happened a long time ago, so I may have embellished a few things in my mind over the intervening years. I’ve also tried to write it to make it a good story, and I’m still trying to practice my writing style. It’s long, but I hope you like it.
I was always stupid when it came to women. For the longest time, I thought girls weren’t interested in me, and I was lucky to still have my high school girlfriend in university. But as things go we drifted apart, then broke up, and I left heartbroken and convinced that there was no one out there who would want to be with me. I had lots of female friends, but in my mind the gulf between friendship and romantic partner was miles apart, and I honestly didn’t think of my friends that way. On top of that, I was horny as hell, surrounded by beautiful people (everyone is beautiful in their 20s), and had never had any kind of sex outside of a ‘relationship’. I was clueless and oblivious, but the truth was that I was a good looking guy and I could make women laugh. Several times after a party, friends would ask me why I didn’t make a move on a girl who had been all over me, and the reason was that it didn’t occur to me that they were interested. This was usually followed by me wanting to punch myself in the balls for being such an idiot. I guess I was waiting for a girl to grab me by the dick to get the message across.