I’m 28 now, thinking back on my first sexual experiences and where they went right (and pretty wrong, at a couple of points).
I was an awkward, fat kid, I never even kissed someone in high school. The tide began to turn spring semester of senior year, I’d hit my last growth spurt to 6’1″ and wasn’t so much fat as just awkward.
In college I got in better shape, grew my hair long, grew a beard and learned to dress (after a fashion – peak workwear era, Red Wings, raw denim and flannels/workshirts – I looked like a fucking lumberjack) – I wound up being reasonably good looking, but I still saw myself as that fat nerdy kid (also: untreated depression).
Looking back, I realize I was missing signs of interest from women but c’est la vie. At my first job waiting tables, a cute server named Amanda took me back to her apartment two nights in a row after we got drunk… and I just talked at her.