TonyTheTigerOI
Master Don Juan
I am 17, I finished High School early and I attend a NYS University. I am good looking (9.2) and I am a very successful Don Juan (5 years). I have never been on a 3rd date. I would see girls once or twice, get as far as I wanted (usually head, not sex) and then move on.
She will be 18 in two weeks. She is nearly as precocious as I, having dated 3 guys in her life, all at least 2 years older (the most recent was 7 years older). She is cute (8.7) and sweet... the nicest, most caring girl I have ever met. She is very religious and I am not, but other than that we were raised on many of the same values.
We were freshmen at the same high school, three and a half years ago. I met her during the last few weeks of school and we were obviously crushing on each other... but as I was just beginning to mature physically, intellectually, and socially (implementing DJ principals) I did not JUMP on the opportunity. She offered her phone number one day, but before we could get together she picked up and moved a thousand miles away (literally) when her step-dad was offered a new job.
In a local coffee shop four months ago I saw her – I pushed a slutty 8.2 off my lap clean onto the floor and jogged across the length of the shop to see her. She looked like shyt (8.0 MAYBE)... a few pimples, her hair looked ratty, and she was dressed poorly.
None the less, she had my attention – something deep inside was pulling me towards her. In front of her 24 year old boyfriend, on his birthday, she gave me her new phone number.
A month later I called. We hung out a few times and she cleaned up (averaging an 8.5). But the more time I spent with her, the more time I WANTED to spend with her. She was the nicest, most polite, sweetest, most caring girl I had EVER met. And what made it so beautifully pure... she was a wonderful person not because of insecurity, but because of confidence! We grew into great friends over the next month. One night, I called, sighing about a sour date with a very beautiful girl. Chelsea had been complaining about her boyfriend a lot, I interrupted her – “Honey, maybe we are just cursed to fall for the wrong people?” She agreed.
One night, while she was driving me back to her house from Starbucks a rabbit ran in front or her car. She slammed on the breaks and we slid 5 feet off the snow-covered road... we were literally one inch from the make-shift guard rail overlooking a 400 ft gorge. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt – my head had hit the windshield pretty hard. She climbed halfway over the center consul to see if I was ok.
Now, I have been in my fair share of nasty fights – but I can’t remember my head ever hurting that bad.
She leaned closer and pressed her hands to my forehead. “Your gonna have a nasty bump, but I think you are all right.” My headache was gone. All I could see was her – her soft, nurturing hands on my forehead – her soothing voice. I was 14 years old again, I WANTED her.
She must have felt a change, because she began acting different. She is the consummate sunshine girl – she works a room like few girls can. She is outgoing and affectionate with everyone she meets. She began exercising reticence around me. She got quieter, shyer.
A week later her boyfriend dumped her. We went out to dinner. I went to kiss her, but she climbed out of my car. I got angry and yelled at her because her body language was blatantly saying that she wanted me...
“Either A, you are falling hard for me, too... but you are really, really bad at showing it or B you are just trying to hold onto an old friend, against his will. And god-damn it-“
She cut me off, “A!”
We talked for a long time, I promised to take it slow. We [barely] kissed goodbye on the side of the mouth.
For the next six weeks we really struggled. We were so nervous around each other. We barely ever had fun together. We were totally unaffectionate. When we kissed, our lips were wet and there was awesome rhythm – but it never FELT like a REAL KISS.
She will be 18 in two weeks. She is nearly as precocious as I, having dated 3 guys in her life, all at least 2 years older (the most recent was 7 years older). She is cute (8.7) and sweet... the nicest, most caring girl I have ever met. She is very religious and I am not, but other than that we were raised on many of the same values.
We were freshmen at the same high school, three and a half years ago. I met her during the last few weeks of school and we were obviously crushing on each other... but as I was just beginning to mature physically, intellectually, and socially (implementing DJ principals) I did not JUMP on the opportunity. She offered her phone number one day, but before we could get together she picked up and moved a thousand miles away (literally) when her step-dad was offered a new job.
In a local coffee shop four months ago I saw her – I pushed a slutty 8.2 off my lap clean onto the floor and jogged across the length of the shop to see her. She looked like shyt (8.0 MAYBE)... a few pimples, her hair looked ratty, and she was dressed poorly.
None the less, she had my attention – something deep inside was pulling me towards her. In front of her 24 year old boyfriend, on his birthday, she gave me her new phone number.
A month later I called. We hung out a few times and she cleaned up (averaging an 8.5). But the more time I spent with her, the more time I WANTED to spend with her. She was the nicest, most polite, sweetest, most caring girl I had EVER met. And what made it so beautifully pure... she was a wonderful person not because of insecurity, but because of confidence! We grew into great friends over the next month. One night, I called, sighing about a sour date with a very beautiful girl. Chelsea had been complaining about her boyfriend a lot, I interrupted her – “Honey, maybe we are just cursed to fall for the wrong people?” She agreed.
One night, while she was driving me back to her house from Starbucks a rabbit ran in front or her car. She slammed on the breaks and we slid 5 feet off the snow-covered road... we were literally one inch from the make-shift guard rail overlooking a 400 ft gorge. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt – my head had hit the windshield pretty hard. She climbed halfway over the center consul to see if I was ok.
Now, I have been in my fair share of nasty fights – but I can’t remember my head ever hurting that bad.
She leaned closer and pressed her hands to my forehead. “Your gonna have a nasty bump, but I think you are all right.” My headache was gone. All I could see was her – her soft, nurturing hands on my forehead – her soothing voice. I was 14 years old again, I WANTED her.
She must have felt a change, because she began acting different. She is the consummate sunshine girl – she works a room like few girls can. She is outgoing and affectionate with everyone she meets. She began exercising reticence around me. She got quieter, shyer.
A week later her boyfriend dumped her. We went out to dinner. I went to kiss her, but she climbed out of my car. I got angry and yelled at her because her body language was blatantly saying that she wanted me...
“Either A, you are falling hard for me, too... but you are really, really bad at showing it or B you are just trying to hold onto an old friend, against his will. And god-damn it-“
She cut me off, “A!”
We talked for a long time, I promised to take it slow. We [barely] kissed goodbye on the side of the mouth.
For the next six weeks we really struggled. We were so nervous around each other. We barely ever had fun together. We were totally unaffectionate. When we kissed, our lips were wet and there was awesome rhythm – but it never FELT like a REAL KISS.
