came across this story Get your feels ready. tl;dr but it's a good story.
"I was ****ed up for a long time after this, but I'm glad I experienced it at a relatively young age. This story was a catalyst for my start into lifting, self-improvement, fashion and metrosexual lifestyle, anything related to the like....but the darkside was that I hated and was scared of women for quite a while due to my damaged self esteem and trust issues. I actually haven't had a serious girlfriend since then, and this was almost 8 years ago now.
Lettuce begin.
My first ever gf was this redhead farmgirl. My first date, kiss, blowjob, sex..literally first everything was with this girl. We started dating in Junior year after talking and hanging out for months in 10th grade and over summer break. Towards the beginning, the relationship went strong and continued strong well into Senior year until it came to an abrupt end after an ill-fated spring break party. She went to all of my football and baseball games, I had dinner with her family on multiple occasions, her parents and my parents became friends through our relationship...you name it. The entire school knew we were dating and we almost won best couple in our Senior yearbook. We even applied and got accepted to the same colleges, and eventually chose to go to the same college, which ended up not happening (thank the fukkin lord). Summarily, I was ready to marry this girl at the young age of 17 because she was all I knew as far as women went. Man I was fukkin dumb.
Long story short, that didn't happen. Fast forward to March 2007. 2 months away from graduating high school, she began to act distant. One word text answers, little sex, and when we did have sex, she was disengaged, uninvolved, just boring to say the least. We went from hanging out every day to her having some kind of excuse almost every time I wanted to see her. It was "I'm busy" this and "I'm busy" that or "I feel bad" so she couldn't hang out et cetera...just all kinds of bullchit excuses. We went to being together all the time to just seeing her at school and maybe after school twice a week. I couldn't understand why she was acting like that, but I blindly trusted her like the cuck I was, so I didn't ask any questions or investigate further. I continued on like this, and kept my promise to her to go all out for our Senior prom since it was our last one ever. 10 of my buddies and their dates split a limo with us, which still came out to $120 a person. We even snuck in some alcohol that she copiously helped herself to on the way to the prom venue, which I also spent around $150 on, not to mention another huge chunk of change for the bouquet of flowers and the professional photos that we took. All in all it was over $400 I spent on her which was huge for a kid in high school. I even asked my dad to help out with his hard earned money, which he happily did. She seemed to genuinely appreciate it all, and acted very lovey dovey and attentive with me all night, which was probably due to the alcohol in her system but whatever. I didn't mind because I loved her and she was giving me all her attention at that point in time, which was all I wanted for my efforts. Fast forward to a few hours into prom - My girl along with some of her girlfriends were plastered at this point. Towards the beginning, we were having a good time and dancing together, kissing et cetera, but her attitude began to change later into the night. It was an almost 180 degree change from how she acted at the photo shoot, dinner and on the dancefloor with me. As soon as we returned to our table, her and her girlfriends ran off to the bathroom to drink more alcohol and didn't come back for almost an hour if I recall. I sat at the table with 2 other dudes just chit chatting, waiting on her to come back, not realizing that she was already back on the dancefloor in a group where I couldn't see her. I walk over to join her, and we dance for maybe 5 minutes until she started running around hugging everyone like a social butterfly, dancing with her "guy" friends including dudes on my baseball team, hugging them as well and just generally ignoring me. She grinded with other dudes to rap songs, slow danced with dudes that she knew I hated right in front of me, it was horrible. I had no idea what caused her change in attitude. I left her alone and went back to the table, sat down for a while pretending to text on my phone for a few minutes hoping she'd come over to join me, but she never did. I ended up leaving with a buddy of mine who knew I was pissed and kinda saw what was going on with her slootness (still friends with him today). He didn't have a date, so we just ditched prom, jumped in his car, and went to a party that friends from another HS were hosting that night. A few hours into the party, I get a text from my girl later in the night saying she's sorry for how she acted, and asking where I was and wanted to meet up. Being the beta that I was, I said "don't be sorry it's OK", gave her the address to the party and asked if she needed a ride. 10 minutes passed, 30 minutes, then an hour passed. I text her again with "Are you coming?" No reply, and she never showed up. I slept alone that night with millions of thoughts running through my head, thinking about her and the guys she grinded on in front of me a few hours earlier. Sunday came and went without one text or call from her. I was hung-over, nervous and angry, not knowing what to do with myself but worry for the rest of the weekend.
Fast forward to Monday at school, she texts me to apologize, and asks to have lunch with her so we could talk. I once again beta cuck myself and oblige instead of telling her to fuk off like I should have. We get to talking about what happened at prom and she continued to apologize again and again for how she acted. I asked her what she did after prom ended, and she said she ended up just passing out at her girlfriend's house. She also kept going on about how sorry she was for acting weird to me over the past few weeks and all kinds of bullchit about how stressed she's been with graduation and ending high school, missing her friends, leaving our hometown...all kinds of dumb teen girl crap. I continue to be her cuck and console her, reminding her that college is gonna be awesome together and how the future is gonna be, all kinds of cringey **** that I would never say to a girl today. She started crying right there in the cafeteria and got up to kiss and hug me, promising to never act the way she did again. Weeks pass and she kept her promise - we started doing things together and continued on like how we were when we first started dating. The only thing that changed was how people were reacting to us being together as usual again. I started to see smirks on people's faces as we walked by, weird expressions from other people, just an overall odd feeling from some of my friends and her friends when we interacted with them. Some of the dudes I hated even started to act nice to me all of a sudden. I couldn't quite figure out why people were acting differently around us when we were together, so I just ignored it since all I cared about was being with her like we used to be. I never put 2 & 2 together...
Moving on into April, we continued to be together like how it was when we first started dating - hanging out together every day, doing everything together, dinner, sex, movies, everything. I was on cloud 9, ready to start college with her and enjoy many more years together. Our final spring break loomed on the horizon, and it was time to start making plans. I wanted to take her on a trip to the mountains, just the 2 of us - something romantic to bring us even closer together, but needless to say, she had other plans. She wanted to stick around and go to beach house parties, drink with her girlfriends and just get sloshed all week with the rest of the senior class. Naturally this turned into an argument between us, I told her there will always be parties we can get drunk at but she was having none of it. She wanted to be with her friends and that was final. The argument over the whole deal ended with her slamming the door of my Subaru as hard as she could and storming into her house. After that argument, she acted worse than she did before prom. She ignored all my texts and calls, ignored me at school, and turned her friends against me. All I had left was my small circle of buddies, baseball and the excitement of Spring Break along with graduation.
Spring Break comes around and still no contact from my girl. It was the final Friday in class before it started, and everyone was buzzed with excitement except me. I looked around the room and decided to stop being a said kunt right then and there. I quit trying to maintain contact with her and decided to go buck wild for my final hurrah as a HS student. Me and a few m8's decided to rent out a beach house, hit as many parties as we could, drink and bang sloots - (well they banged sloots, I was still busy thinking about my girl no matter how hard I tried) and just have a good time. We had a great fukking time, and I made bonds with dudes I still talk to today, but it all came crashing down when I got a text from you know who.
"Hey let's forget about everything that has happened, I'm at Chad's party, come over and let's hangout."
Now before we continue, Chad is a made up name for a dude that I absolutely hated. I had to endure being on the same football team as him along with some of his other friends who I also hated, but I digress. She was at his party, and being deprived of her presence for so long, I of course left my group to go over there alone. I regret this decision to this day.
I arrive at the party and it's none other than Chad who greets me. He's got a smile on his face, a beer in his hand and joyfully ushers me in and gives me a beer. I awkwardly meander past drunk people and the large crowd until I make it to the kitchen. I chilled with him and some of his crew for a bit, chit chatting about bullchit while I look around trying to see where my girl is at. Some of her friends are there slutting around with a few of the guys and having a good time, but she's nowhere to be seen, so I eventually walk around and start to ask if anybody has seen her. Chad pipes up and says "Yo dude, lemme show you something real quick." He leads me down the hallway, knocks on a door to one of the bedrooms, and some dude I don't recognize cracks open the door. Chad says "open it all the way." He obliges and I look over to the bed, and my heart immediately drops.
I look up and see my girl completely naked, bent over on the bed giving another guy I don't recognize a blowjob. She looks up at the door and says "oh hey WDP! By the way, we're done", then goes back to licking the guys cock as she continues to stare at me standing there while I start to feel myself shaking. I wanted to look away but I couldn't - I didn't know what to do but stare and feel my heart get ripped out of my body. I just stood there until the guy that opened the door laugh in my face and tell me "we'll be done with her in a little bit." The door closes and I continue to stand there, wanting to open the door and kill everyone inside, but I feel Chad's hand grab my shirt as he pushes me against the wall. "She's busy bud, now get the fuk out of here *******," and pushes me towards the doorway. There was no way I was gonna fight him alone with his crew there, so I slowly make my way to the door as people stare at me, wondering why I just got kicked out of one of the biggest parties that week.
The next 6 weeks of high school were hell, but I made it out alive, and I haven't seen that bitch since. I don't even know where she is or what she's doing now, and I frankly don't care.
I'm still shaking as I type this, but in the end I'm happy for the experience.''
"I was ****ed up for a long time after this, but I'm glad I experienced it at a relatively young age. This story was a catalyst for my start into lifting, self-improvement, fashion and metrosexual lifestyle, anything related to the like....but the darkside was that I hated and was scared of women for quite a while due to my damaged self esteem and trust issues. I actually haven't had a serious girlfriend since then, and this was almost 8 years ago now.
Lettuce begin.
My first ever gf was this redhead farmgirl. My first date, kiss, blowjob, sex..literally first everything was with this girl. We started dating in Junior year after talking and hanging out for months in 10th grade and over summer break. Towards the beginning, the relationship went strong and continued strong well into Senior year until it came to an abrupt end after an ill-fated spring break party. She went to all of my football and baseball games, I had dinner with her family on multiple occasions, her parents and my parents became friends through our relationship...you name it. The entire school knew we were dating and we almost won best couple in our Senior yearbook. We even applied and got accepted to the same colleges, and eventually chose to go to the same college, which ended up not happening (thank the fukkin lord). Summarily, I was ready to marry this girl at the young age of 17 because she was all I knew as far as women went. Man I was fukkin dumb.
Long story short, that didn't happen. Fast forward to March 2007. 2 months away from graduating high school, she began to act distant. One word text answers, little sex, and when we did have sex, she was disengaged, uninvolved, just boring to say the least. We went from hanging out every day to her having some kind of excuse almost every time I wanted to see her. It was "I'm busy" this and "I'm busy" that or "I feel bad" so she couldn't hang out et cetera...just all kinds of bullchit excuses. We went to being together all the time to just seeing her at school and maybe after school twice a week. I couldn't understand why she was acting like that, but I blindly trusted her like the cuck I was, so I didn't ask any questions or investigate further. I continued on like this, and kept my promise to her to go all out for our Senior prom since it was our last one ever. 10 of my buddies and their dates split a limo with us, which still came out to $120 a person. We even snuck in some alcohol that she copiously helped herself to on the way to the prom venue, which I also spent around $150 on, not to mention another huge chunk of change for the bouquet of flowers and the professional photos that we took. All in all it was over $400 I spent on her which was huge for a kid in high school. I even asked my dad to help out with his hard earned money, which he happily did. She seemed to genuinely appreciate it all, and acted very lovey dovey and attentive with me all night, which was probably due to the alcohol in her system but whatever. I didn't mind because I loved her and she was giving me all her attention at that point in time, which was all I wanted for my efforts. Fast forward to a few hours into prom - My girl along with some of her girlfriends were plastered at this point. Towards the beginning, we were having a good time and dancing together, kissing et cetera, but her attitude began to change later into the night. It was an almost 180 degree change from how she acted at the photo shoot, dinner and on the dancefloor with me. As soon as we returned to our table, her and her girlfriends ran off to the bathroom to drink more alcohol and didn't come back for almost an hour if I recall. I sat at the table with 2 other dudes just chit chatting, waiting on her to come back, not realizing that she was already back on the dancefloor in a group where I couldn't see her. I walk over to join her, and we dance for maybe 5 minutes until she started running around hugging everyone like a social butterfly, dancing with her "guy" friends including dudes on my baseball team, hugging them as well and just generally ignoring me. She grinded with other dudes to rap songs, slow danced with dudes that she knew I hated right in front of me, it was horrible. I had no idea what caused her change in attitude. I left her alone and went back to the table, sat down for a while pretending to text on my phone for a few minutes hoping she'd come over to join me, but she never did. I ended up leaving with a buddy of mine who knew I was pissed and kinda saw what was going on with her slootness (still friends with him today). He didn't have a date, so we just ditched prom, jumped in his car, and went to a party that friends from another HS were hosting that night. A few hours into the party, I get a text from my girl later in the night saying she's sorry for how she acted, and asking where I was and wanted to meet up. Being the beta that I was, I said "don't be sorry it's OK", gave her the address to the party and asked if she needed a ride. 10 minutes passed, 30 minutes, then an hour passed. I text her again with "Are you coming?" No reply, and she never showed up. I slept alone that night with millions of thoughts running through my head, thinking about her and the guys she grinded on in front of me a few hours earlier. Sunday came and went without one text or call from her. I was hung-over, nervous and angry, not knowing what to do with myself but worry for the rest of the weekend.
Fast forward to Monday at school, she texts me to apologize, and asks to have lunch with her so we could talk. I once again beta cuck myself and oblige instead of telling her to fuk off like I should have. We get to talking about what happened at prom and she continued to apologize again and again for how she acted. I asked her what she did after prom ended, and she said she ended up just passing out at her girlfriend's house. She also kept going on about how sorry she was for acting weird to me over the past few weeks and all kinds of bullchit about how stressed she's been with graduation and ending high school, missing her friends, leaving our hometown...all kinds of dumb teen girl crap. I continue to be her cuck and console her, reminding her that college is gonna be awesome together and how the future is gonna be, all kinds of cringey **** that I would never say to a girl today. She started crying right there in the cafeteria and got up to kiss and hug me, promising to never act the way she did again. Weeks pass and she kept her promise - we started doing things together and continued on like how we were when we first started dating. The only thing that changed was how people were reacting to us being together as usual again. I started to see smirks on people's faces as we walked by, weird expressions from other people, just an overall odd feeling from some of my friends and her friends when we interacted with them. Some of the dudes I hated even started to act nice to me all of a sudden. I couldn't quite figure out why people were acting differently around us when we were together, so I just ignored it since all I cared about was being with her like we used to be. I never put 2 & 2 together...
Moving on into April, we continued to be together like how it was when we first started dating - hanging out together every day, doing everything together, dinner, sex, movies, everything. I was on cloud 9, ready to start college with her and enjoy many more years together. Our final spring break loomed on the horizon, and it was time to start making plans. I wanted to take her on a trip to the mountains, just the 2 of us - something romantic to bring us even closer together, but needless to say, she had other plans. She wanted to stick around and go to beach house parties, drink with her girlfriends and just get sloshed all week with the rest of the senior class. Naturally this turned into an argument between us, I told her there will always be parties we can get drunk at but she was having none of it. She wanted to be with her friends and that was final. The argument over the whole deal ended with her slamming the door of my Subaru as hard as she could and storming into her house. After that argument, she acted worse than she did before prom. She ignored all my texts and calls, ignored me at school, and turned her friends against me. All I had left was my small circle of buddies, baseball and the excitement of Spring Break along with graduation.
Spring Break comes around and still no contact from my girl. It was the final Friday in class before it started, and everyone was buzzed with excitement except me. I looked around the room and decided to stop being a said kunt right then and there. I quit trying to maintain contact with her and decided to go buck wild for my final hurrah as a HS student. Me and a few m8's decided to rent out a beach house, hit as many parties as we could, drink and bang sloots - (well they banged sloots, I was still busy thinking about my girl no matter how hard I tried) and just have a good time. We had a great fukking time, and I made bonds with dudes I still talk to today, but it all came crashing down when I got a text from you know who.
"Hey let's forget about everything that has happened, I'm at Chad's party, come over and let's hangout."
Now before we continue, Chad is a made up name for a dude that I absolutely hated. I had to endure being on the same football team as him along with some of his other friends who I also hated, but I digress. She was at his party, and being deprived of her presence for so long, I of course left my group to go over there alone. I regret this decision to this day.
I arrive at the party and it's none other than Chad who greets me. He's got a smile on his face, a beer in his hand and joyfully ushers me in and gives me a beer. I awkwardly meander past drunk people and the large crowd until I make it to the kitchen. I chilled with him and some of his crew for a bit, chit chatting about bullchit while I look around trying to see where my girl is at. Some of her friends are there slutting around with a few of the guys and having a good time, but she's nowhere to be seen, so I eventually walk around and start to ask if anybody has seen her. Chad pipes up and says "Yo dude, lemme show you something real quick." He leads me down the hallway, knocks on a door to one of the bedrooms, and some dude I don't recognize cracks open the door. Chad says "open it all the way." He obliges and I look over to the bed, and my heart immediately drops.
I look up and see my girl completely naked, bent over on the bed giving another guy I don't recognize a blowjob. She looks up at the door and says "oh hey WDP! By the way, we're done", then goes back to licking the guys cock as she continues to stare at me standing there while I start to feel myself shaking. I wanted to look away but I couldn't - I didn't know what to do but stare and feel my heart get ripped out of my body. I just stood there until the guy that opened the door laugh in my face and tell me "we'll be done with her in a little bit." The door closes and I continue to stand there, wanting to open the door and kill everyone inside, but I feel Chad's hand grab my shirt as he pushes me against the wall. "She's busy bud, now get the fuk out of here *******," and pushes me towards the doorway. There was no way I was gonna fight him alone with his crew there, so I slowly make my way to the door as people stare at me, wondering why I just got kicked out of one of the biggest parties that week.
The next 6 weeks of high school were hell, but I made it out alive, and I haven't seen that bitch since. I don't even know where she is or what she's doing now, and I frankly don't care.
I'm still shaking as I type this, but in the end I'm happy for the experience.''
