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Most teenage relationships don’t last long; however, they are the moments to truly be innocent enough and have a lot of time to connect, and you're expected to make mistakes because you're still changing a lot.
But here’s the brutal truth: if you’ve never experienced a single scrap of teenage love, you're missing out on a developmental rite that most people go through—sometimes clumsily, often imperfectly, but it still matters. The absence of those teenage stumbles doesn’t spare you later—it amplifies the cost.
Those innocent teenage mistakes? They train you in basic relational alchemy: emotional connection, rejection resilience, early intimacy cues, social navigation. Skipping that phase doesn’t protect you—it puts you on the back foot.
Adult women aren’t there to soften the learning curve . They expect a baseline. They don’t expect someone completely green. So stepping into dating now feels like free-falling without a parachute—no buffer, no soft landings, only exposure to real expectations.
You skipped a rite of passage. Most of your peers learned to text awkwardly, to misread flirting, to fumble first dates. They failed—with feedback. You never even had the data points. And now the gates are closing. Adult expectations aren’t wrapped in tutorial labels. The handbook of "how to fuck up and get better before it cracks you" is gone—and now you're thrown headfirst into the deep end.
That’s the sad truth of having never experienced teenage love.
I got none of that. Not even a single ounce. I’m 17, turning 18 next month, and I’ve never even held a girl’s hand. Never even been looked at by a girl. My so-called "funny friends" were out playing eye tag with girls, teasing each other, flirting, making dumb memories they’ll laugh about forever. I was just there on the sidelines. Watching. Third wheeling. Pretending to laugh while deep down I couldn’t even understand why they had what I don’t.
It’s so over. Life is brutal beyond words.
And the worst part? My parents don’t get it. They just parrot the same NPC advice: “Just study. Work hard. Focus on your future.” As if becoming another soulless wage slave is some kind of victory. As if being another faceless number in the system is supposed to fill the void of never once being wanted by the opposite sex. What’s the point of grinding for a paycheck when every Chad my age is out there building memories with their Stacies, stacking life experiences that will carry them into adulthood while I rot?
I know what’s coming. One day, they’ll be old, lying on their deathbed, remembering all the beautiful times they had, the love, the intimacy, the laughter. And me? I’ll be on mine, staring into the dark, remembering nothing but years of loneliness. A wasted life. A story that never even started.
It’s so fucking unfair. Some people are just chosen at birth to live a good life. Chosen to be desired, to be loved, to actually live. And then there’s others—dealt nothing but dust. The one life I’ll ever get, and it’s already over. Before I even began, it’s over. People will say, “Don’t worry, you’re still young, life is just starting.” But what about the part that’s already gone? Those years that I’ll never, ever get back? Teenage years are supposed to be when you’re free, when you’re stupid, when you make mistakes that become stories to tell later.
IT'S SOOOO FUCKING OVER
But here’s the brutal truth: if you’ve never experienced a single scrap of teenage love, you're missing out on a developmental rite that most people go through—sometimes clumsily, often imperfectly, but it still matters. The absence of those teenage stumbles doesn’t spare you later—it amplifies the cost.
Teenage romance: fleeting but formative
- In middle adolescence (around age 16), romantic relationships typically last about six months; by age 18, average durations stretch to a year or more actforyouth.orgStudy.com.
- Teen relationships are far from rare—by age 17, as many as 70 % report having had a "special" romantic relationship in the previous 18 months, and over half of teens have been romantically involved by age 15 University of DenverWikipedia.
Long-term fallout of having zero teenage dating experience
- A German longitudinal study found that continuous singles—those with absolutely no romantic experience in adolescence—report lower life satisfaction and higher loneliness, both in adolescence and into young adulthood SpringerLink.
- And it doesn’t stop there: research shows that more socially withdrawn teens often continue being romantically uninvolved into adulthood, entering their first relationship much later (if ever) PMCResearchGate.
The harder truth when you eventually talk to adult women
Those innocent teenage mistakes? They train you in basic relational alchemy: emotional connection, rejection resilience, early intimacy cues, social navigation. Skipping that phase doesn’t protect you—it puts you on the back foot.
Adult women aren’t there to soften the learning curve . They expect a baseline. They don’t expect someone completely green. So stepping into dating now feels like free-falling without a parachute—no buffer, no soft landings, only exposure to real expectations.
- Adolescence matters. Romantic experiences during the teen years are a normative developmental task—skipping them isn’t benign SpringerLinkUNL Institutional Repository.
- Delayed or absent involvement is associated with adverse outcomes—more loneliness, lower life satisfaction, and prolonged singlehood SpringerLinkPMC.
- Even short, teenage relationships—flawed, brief, always ending—carry benefit. Supportive teen relationships link to better psychological functioning, while conflict-ridden ones predict lasting internalizing issues like depression and anxiety—but at least you learn something PMC.
- Missing those early relationship cues sets you up for a steeper climb later.
You skipped a rite of passage. Most of your peers learned to text awkwardly, to misread flirting, to fumble first dates. They failed—with feedback. You never even had the data points. And now the gates are closing. Adult expectations aren’t wrapped in tutorial labels. The handbook of "how to fuck up and get better before it cracks you" is gone—and now you're thrown headfirst into the deep end.
That’s the sad truth of having never experienced teenage love.
I got none of that. Not even a single ounce. I’m 17, turning 18 next month, and I’ve never even held a girl’s hand. Never even been looked at by a girl. My so-called "funny friends" were out playing eye tag with girls, teasing each other, flirting, making dumb memories they’ll laugh about forever. I was just there on the sidelines. Watching. Third wheeling. Pretending to laugh while deep down I couldn’t even understand why they had what I don’t.
It’s so over. Life is brutal beyond words.
And the worst part? My parents don’t get it. They just parrot the same NPC advice: “Just study. Work hard. Focus on your future.” As if becoming another soulless wage slave is some kind of victory. As if being another faceless number in the system is supposed to fill the void of never once being wanted by the opposite sex. What’s the point of grinding for a paycheck when every Chad my age is out there building memories with their Stacies, stacking life experiences that will carry them into adulthood while I rot?
I know what’s coming. One day, they’ll be old, lying on their deathbed, remembering all the beautiful times they had, the love, the intimacy, the laughter. And me? I’ll be on mine, staring into the dark, remembering nothing but years of loneliness. A wasted life. A story that never even started.
It’s so fucking unfair. Some people are just chosen at birth to live a good life. Chosen to be desired, to be loved, to actually live. And then there’s others—dealt nothing but dust. The one life I’ll ever get, and it’s already over. Before I even began, it’s over. People will say, “Don’t worry, you’re still young, life is just starting.” But what about the part that’s already gone? Those years that I’ll never, ever get back? Teenage years are supposed to be when you’re free, when you’re stupid, when you make mistakes that become stories to tell later.
IT'S SOOOO FUCKING OVER
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Tbh I think I would rather just be alone and stick to rating attractive people online and stacies I know I will never have 
Relationships are just transcation if your poor and not attractive anyways
