Hades
I used to do drugs, I still do, but I used to too.
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A while back when I was still a youngcel virgin in high school I was talking to this girl that I really, really liked. Let’s just call her Anna.
Anna and I had met on a dating app (both of us lied about our ages JFL) and she seemed really interested in me, but at first I wasn’t that interested in her. I just added her on Snapchat and didn’t really talk to her for like couple weeks or so after adding her.
Anyways, one day she slid up on my snap story and said something sexual to me, which got my attention. That was the day we started talking. We were talking for about 2 weeks before she really started trying to get me to come meet her. I was way too aspie at the time and couldn’t even leave my house, so there was no way I was going to accomplish that. So I kept putting it off, but she still stuck around.
Me and Anna would FaceTime all the time and she would actually fucking draw pictures of me and sing songs to me. We got along pretty well, and she was pretty hot, but I just couldn’t get over my mental block and meet her.
We kept talking for months, I think it was a total of 7 months to be exact. Around the 5-6 month mark her attitude with me started to change. She started shortening her responses, replying less, not wanting to FaceTime as much, etc. At the time I didn’t realize why and just figured she was going through something (JFL more like getting fucked by chad).
Then there was a point where she didn’t respond to me for 3 weeks. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, she messaged me one last time asking if she could come over to meet me (my autistic ass pushed it off for 7 fucking months). And I decided “Fuck it, I have nothing to lose.” I mean she already stopped talking to me for 3 weeks? Why not just meet her?
She came to my house about 30 minutes later. When I first opened the door to let her in she smiled harder than I’d ever seen her smile, she looked really happy to see me. Her tone of voice was super excited as well. Anyways, I let her in the house and she started asking me all these questions, saying it was so good to finally meet me.
She was giving me constant IOIs too. Calling me cute, handsome, etc. She even said I was better looking than everyone at her high school. All this and my RETARD ASS COULDN’T TELL IF SHE WAS INTO ME OR NOT. And to put the nail on the coffin of my insane levels of autism, she literally showed me her birth control pills when we sitting on the couch. Showing me that she wanted to fuck. I STILL DIDN’T REGISTER IT.
The night came to an end and she left and I didn’t even kiss her, EVEN THOUGH I WAS DROWNING IN IOIs. I fucked that up so bad, one of my first experiences with a girl. I know I’ll never get over it. The opportunity was there, but I was too retarded to take it.
Even now that I have a girlfriend, and a slay count of 7, I still can’t get that thought out of my mind. I missed an opportunity with a girl that was exactly like me, but I blew it.
Moral of the story: If the opportunity is in front of you, don’t hesitate—TAKE IT. You will regret it in the future if you don’t, and that regret doesn’t fade easily.
Anna and I had met on a dating app (both of us lied about our ages JFL) and she seemed really interested in me, but at first I wasn’t that interested in her. I just added her on Snapchat and didn’t really talk to her for like couple weeks or so after adding her.
Anyways, one day she slid up on my snap story and said something sexual to me, which got my attention. That was the day we started talking. We were talking for about 2 weeks before she really started trying to get me to come meet her. I was way too aspie at the time and couldn’t even leave my house, so there was no way I was going to accomplish that. So I kept putting it off, but she still stuck around.
Me and Anna would FaceTime all the time and she would actually fucking draw pictures of me and sing songs to me. We got along pretty well, and she was pretty hot, but I just couldn’t get over my mental block and meet her.
We kept talking for months, I think it was a total of 7 months to be exact. Around the 5-6 month mark her attitude with me started to change. She started shortening her responses, replying less, not wanting to FaceTime as much, etc. At the time I didn’t realize why and just figured she was going through something (JFL more like getting fucked by chad).
Then there was a point where she didn’t respond to me for 3 weeks. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, she messaged me one last time asking if she could come over to meet me (my autistic ass pushed it off for 7 fucking months). And I decided “Fuck it, I have nothing to lose.” I mean she already stopped talking to me for 3 weeks? Why not just meet her?
She came to my house about 30 minutes later. When I first opened the door to let her in she smiled harder than I’d ever seen her smile, she looked really happy to see me. Her tone of voice was super excited as well. Anyways, I let her in the house and she started asking me all these questions, saying it was so good to finally meet me.
She was giving me constant IOIs too. Calling me cute, handsome, etc. She even said I was better looking than everyone at her high school. All this and my RETARD ASS COULDN’T TELL IF SHE WAS INTO ME OR NOT. And to put the nail on the coffin of my insane levels of autism, she literally showed me her birth control pills when we sitting on the couch. Showing me that she wanted to fuck. I STILL DIDN’T REGISTER IT.
The night came to an end and she left and I didn’t even kiss her, EVEN THOUGH I WAS DROWNING IN IOIs. I fucked that up so bad, one of my first experiences with a girl. I know I’ll never get over it. The opportunity was there, but I was too retarded to take it.
Even now that I have a girlfriend, and a slay count of 7, I still can’t get that thought out of my mind. I missed an opportunity with a girl that was exactly like me, but I blew it.
Moral of the story: If the opportunity is in front of you, don’t hesitate—TAKE IT. You will regret it in the future if you don’t, and that regret doesn’t fade easily.
