Hi everyone,
I just registered to make this one first and maybe last post. I am from Germany so no native speaker, please excuse my English. I hope it's comprehensible. But I thought about making this post for a month now and seeing this thread inspired me to finally do it.
I want to add another success story to this thread. My own.
I am 29. I lost my virginity last month. I started to lurk this forum about a year ago.
I had a different starting point than the poster. I have a masters degree, a good job, am 6 feet tall. And because of your advice I bulked up a bit, am weighting 175 pounds. I still have my hair. I guess I am OK looking.
But still I was virgin until last month. I had (and to some extend still have) serious self-worth and confidence issues.
In 2003 I had met a girl in a club, and took her to a date the next weekend. Date was pretty crappy as she was foreign and we could barely talk. But she agreed to come to my place. We kissed, I undressed her, we got on my bed. I put a condom on and tried to **** her. I couldn't. She seemed very inexperienced herself, didn't really help, I was totally unsure how to do it. I went limb. It was awful. I was devastated. But the story is not over. She gave me another chance, we met again another day and – it didn't work. After that I couldn't stand her sight anymore, every good feeling I had for her turned to the opposite the second I realized I will continue to be a virgin my 22 years. I am just glad I didn't know by then it would take another seven years to finally get laid, I would literally have killed myself.
I didn't date girls for the next five years. I went to university and became a world of warcraft addict for about two years. I still went to a club now and then, and eventually made out with a girl when I was really drunk. But nothing else happened.
Looking back the turning point was an event that happened last year: Two cute girls rang on my door. On a Saturday night at 10 pm. I had two friends at my apartment for playing video games. The first think that I felt when I opened the door was: fear. They asked for a bottle opener, I gave it to them, nothing happened, I never saw them again. But what kept circling my mind was this: I will never get laid as long as the first emotion I have towards every slightly attractive woman is fear.
That's when I started to search the internet for advice on how to overcome this fear. That's how I found this site that changed my life for the better.
As I knew my greatest problem was my inner game I started to work on that. I bulked up, I stopped playing video-games, I bought new clothes that I felt more comfortable in. I tried to stop worrying about getting laid and being a virgin. I made steps towards one of my lifetime goals: to live in another county, the US.
But I still felt I couldn't approach a woman when I am not totally drunk and it just “happens”. So this January I went to a club alone for the first time ever. And for the first time ever approached a girl with full awareness of doing so. So I stood at the bar of the club and saw two girls, one looking at me. I walked over to the girl and asked if she wants to dance. She said: no. I walked away to another part of the club. I never felt so good. Now I know that this opener is horrible and will never work, but that night I learned that I can keep cool even I get flat out rejected. I unsuccessfully approached two more girls that night and went home.
The next best thing that happened this year was that a friend of mine who's a natural and likes to party moved to my city this year. We went to clubs a lot this year. At the beginning he would open sets and would drag me into them so that I could start talking to one of the girls. And this worked, I got a few numbers, make-outs, some first dates, one second, but still not there. But with every number, every approach and every date my confidence grew.
And I have to admit I became a misogynist. I have been flaked, **** tested, everything. I had dates canceled only two hours upfront. I feel like every time a woman flakes with a stupid excuse another bit of the old shy, caring-too-much-what-woman-think-of-me nice guy dies. I don't know where this will take me.
So cut to this September, I had some dates, some make-outs, but am still a virgin. I met a female coworker from another location at a training, and when I was working in the city of that location for two weeks I told her so and see suggested I could join the after-work drinking they do every Thursday. I had no intentions for anything, I just wanted to not sit alone in that city in my hotel room and just tried to meet some colleagues from my company. So after the drinking most of the other colleagues left, she stayed and suggested to go to a club. I said OK. The rest of the colleagues also declined to go so it was just the two of us. I already knew from her body language and her blushing when I talked to her that this was probably no accident. So at the club we started to dance, danced closer, I kissed her, and she said OK when I asked her to go to my hotel room.
In the hotel room we made out, I lay her on the bed and undressed her. I was limb. But what did I do this time? I slightly pushed her head in the direction of my **** – and she started sucking until it was hard. I then put on a condom, laid her on her back and tried to insert I. I went limb again. Memories of my 2003 encounter came to my mind. But I stayed calm, made a joke about it and laid down next to her. She said nothing. We were cuddling a bit, then I turned the lights out trying to sleep, which I of course couldn't. After an hour or so I said to myself: Not this time again. This time it will work. So I turned the lights back on, started kissing her some, and pulled her panties back down which she had put up again. I had her stroke my **** with my hand and I put a condom on. Laid her on her back and – started ****ing her. I didn't really feel much, so I started ****ing her harder. After, I don't know, maybe 3-4 minutes I looked on my penis and there was blood on the condom. So I stopped ****ing her but didn't tell her why, and went to bathroom to clean me up and throw away the condom.
We then just cuddled again and slept. Met her again for a date last week but this time she didn't want to go to my hotel, I kissed her goodbye and that's it. (Couldn't really blame her after that crappy ****, of course I didn't tell her why it was so bad)
Went to a club yesterday and got yet another number. This time I approached the set, and my friend winged for me. Today the girl started sending me text messages. And she told me her tongue piercing is good for *******s. What a gem. But this doesn't matter that much to me anyway, as I succeeded in securing work in the US and be moving to LA next month.
Wow this got muuuch longer than I thought. I never told this story before, guess I just wanted to get this of my chest.
At this point I want to thank everyone who contributes to this site with positive, constructive advice. I learned so much from you and you made me love my life for the first time ever. So again: THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. (And not just for what happened up to now. I know I still have a long way to go.) Please keep up this site and keep the archive alive with the posts that really matter. And don't listen to the haters. You are saving people's life. Literally.
I wish you all the best.