So I grew up in a conservative family, and I was raised in a really liberal and free spirited environment. I always felt that my sexuality was super suppressed. I liked and had crushes on guys before but I never really did anything about it. And I had been asked out before in college by some really hot guys, and I almost regret not being daring enough to just go for it. I really convinced myself that I would wait till marriage and all that jazz. Just mentioning all this because the end of the story loops back to this.
After graduating college, I fell into a depression because I was super horny, still single for 22 years, and couldn’t get a job. Everything just fucking sucked, and my degree was really hard to get (an engineering major). My mother approached me, and told me if I were interested in meeting some guys from our same cultural/religious background. At that point I just didn’t care, and said wth lets try it out. I met a few HORRIBLE guys and was really disappointed and felt even more alone. Until finally, just as I was losing hope, my very last date was great. All my friend’s kind of judged me for being set up by my mom, and that I wouldn’t get to sleep with him before hand to know whether the sex would be good or not.