ThinTinyDickCel
Just learn how to use your tongue bro
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This was a decade ago or so. I was in high school and on a trip to England and on the bus she came to sit next to me and talked to me. Another time while walking she walked up next to me and started talking again. I can't remember about what. I kind of ignored her and just gave mumbled responses out of shyness but also because it was kind of akward because she wasn't really a popular girl.
She was really short (I think 1m60 or so), had glasses and only had 1 friend, who was a guy and an absolute autist. She knew him from her childhood I think.
At the time I thought myself above her and wasn't responsive to her. But now to me it's obvious I could've ascended right there. I was always silent and didn't even look people into the eyes, so for a girl to come up to a guy like that has to mean something.
The worst part is I can't even remember her name. I still think about her and dream about her but I can't find her online. Even if I knew her name she didn't have any social media anyway. I could've ascended right there and then but now I'm a 27 year old virgin. I fucked up my only chance. I am such a retarded faggot for caring about what my friends would have thought about me being seen with her.
She was really short (I think 1m60 or so), had glasses and only had 1 friend, who was a guy and an absolute autist. She knew him from her childhood I think.
At the time I thought myself above her and wasn't responsive to her. But now to me it's obvious I could've ascended right there. I was always silent and didn't even look people into the eyes, so for a girl to come up to a guy like that has to mean something.
The worst part is I can't even remember her name. I still think about her and dream about her but I can't find her online. Even if I knew her name she didn't have any social media anyway. I could've ascended right there and then but now I'm a 27 year old virgin. I fucked up my only chance. I am such a retarded faggot for caring about what my friends would have thought about me being seen with her.