When I was 15, when we were getting ready for the last bell at school (annual end-of-school-year ceremony in my country), we were told to choose which couple we would go with. I already knew then that I had no chance with women, so I didn't even try to look for a date, it would have hurt me to listen to their fi and indignation. Suddenly, during the school break, a tall (she was a head taller than me) blond Stacylite came up to me and my buddies and asked: "Cannibal, would you like to be paired with me?" I was shocked by such a suggestion and of course I said yes. At the last call we walked together and held hands.
When I was 16, there was an episode when I told my classmates it was my birthday and another Stacylite congratulated and hugged me.
In my last class I fell in love with my classmate Becky. We sat at the same desk together, talking, joking, she tickled me and I tickled her, she even copied my speech and the way I moved. It was close to graduation night that I worked up the courage to confess my love to her. Then I hoped that I grabbed luck by the tail and become just like everyone else, NORMAL!
But I was wrong. She rejected me, and it threw me into a deep depression. Sometimes I dream about her.
Share your pain and joy, brocel.
When I was 16, there was an episode when I told my classmates it was my birthday and another Stacylite congratulated and hugged me.
In my last class I fell in love with my classmate Becky. We sat at the same desk together, talking, joking, she tickled me and I tickled her, she even copied my speech and the way I moved. It was close to graduation night that I worked up the courage to confess my love to her. Then I hoped that I grabbed luck by the tail and become just like everyone else, NORMAL!
But I was wrong. She rejected me, and it threw me into a deep depression. Sometimes I dream about her.
Share your pain and joy, brocel.
