Before I get started, I’d like to give a big “Thank You” to the following people: Yag Rannavach, Kuizelemartz, Malkavoltaire, tdn, Msmith, DarkSideoftheFloyd, Featherlou, Styles, David DeAngelo and Juggler.
You’ve all served me as either a source of knowledge, a soundboard for ideas and experiences, or in some cases a friend of unlimited patience in times of unlimited ignorance and incompetence on my part. For that, I thank you all.
So it has come to pass that I met a wonderful girl who has everything I desire in a girlfriend and more. She has the vile sense of humor, thirst for knowledge, ambition, independence, love for adventure, a figure to die for, sense of style, and Judo Chop Action(!). She also thinks I’m quite wonderful too.
This is after a few years of getting into shape, crushing my social anxiety under the tenacious boot of sales experience, thwarting my inability to relate to women with books, articles, videos, and numerous discussions about social dynamics, rejecting my plain demeanor with a new wardrobe (not to mention a rather nice fedora), learning to stand up straight, not slouch, find a more fitting hairstyle, not talk so fast, learning to be be proactive rather than reactive in my conversation, learning how to communicate what I want both through subtle gestures and with blunt comments, and much much more.
And just to make this clear: This was all in the interest of becoming a better person. A person capable of attracting a companion. Not just to get laid. If I just wanted that there were far easier ways. That I’m in a relationship I find more of a rush than the sex itself…though that’s quite nice too .
Now to get the obvious out of the way…
I’m a 21 year old male.
She finished, I didn’t.
It was good, if a bit awkward.
I didn’t feel like anything major changed with me after the experience. I remember thinking a long time ago that I would receive a major confidence boost afterwards, when in fact it works backwards. You have to get the confidence first. I will say that the thought of sex is no longer associated with a tinge of anxiety in my mind. When the subject pops up in my head it’s no longer followed by “Will I have it? When will I have it? Will I be good at it? Why haven’t I had it yet?” It’s more like “Sex: Why yes, I think I’d like to have some more.”
I’ll answer questions about my side of the experience, but I’d prefer to leave her out of it. If anyone has a question that they feel is on the fence or that should be an exception, throw it out there and I’ll consider answering it.