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 –
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 –
