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» What was I thinking?
Why O Why?
As a regular visitor to this site, this QOW made me decide to sign up and share my ignorance with the masses. Apologies for length.
I was working as a temp and started seeing this girl, let's call her Vicky, for that was her name. She was 5'2", gorgeous face, ample bosom and perfect rear. In short, she was out of my league and I was a lucky fucker.
The relationship naturally went slow as we both had come out of long term relationships that ended like an A-bomb on a children's hospital. This was fine as we enjoyed each others company and always had a great time.
So, a month or so down the line after several occasions of me walking her home and her saying, "you're not coming in", and my reply of "I wasn't asking to" before a kiss goodnight (it was our "thing"), we were on our way back after a drink on her birthday.
It was a freezing night and she said I could come in for a bit to warm up before I went for my bus. Not cottoning on to this change in attitude I accepted with no thought of an ulterior motive. Once inside she starts to say "you can stay if you want" shortly followed by "not really" and a cheeky smile.
Now, after I had actually warmed up I get my self together and start to leave. She hugs me as usual and I say goodbye. She then pulls me back to her and says "not yet" as she holds me tighter. Now any normal red blooded, testosterone infused man would of got the hint, sat back down, done the deed and woken up in the morning next to what can only be called the perfect girl.
But me? I say "come on I really have to go or I'll miss my bus". Leaving the girl of my dreams standing in her doorway with a look on her face of sadness and disappointment. I wake up the next morning and then my brain decides to see the truth of everything that happened the night before.
Not surprisingly, she stopped talking to me as much and was never available until we eventually fizzled out. Every single day for two years I have been kicking myself for not manning up, seeing the signals, and giving her the birthday present she wanted.
(Tue 28th Sep 2010, 21:52, More)
Why O Why?
As a regular visitor to this site, this QOW made me decide to sign up and share my ignorance with the masses. Apologies for length.
I was working as a temp and started seeing this girl, let's call her Vicky, for that was her name. She was 5'2", gorgeous face, ample bosom and perfect rear. In short, she was out of my league and I was a lucky fucker.
The relationship naturally went slow as we both had come out of long term relationships that ended like an A-bomb on a children's hospital. This was fine as we enjoyed each others company and always had a great time.
So, a month or so down the line after several occasions of me walking her home and her saying, "you're not coming in", and my reply of "I wasn't asking to" before a kiss goodnight (it was our "thing"), we were on our way back after a drink on her birthday.
It was a freezing night and she said I could come in for a bit to warm up before I went for my bus. Not cottoning on to this change in attitude I accepted with no thought of an ulterior motive. Once inside she starts to say "you can stay if you want" shortly followed by "not really" and a cheeky smile.
Now, after I had actually warmed up I get my self together and start to leave. She hugs me as usual and I say goodbye. She then pulls me back to her and says "not yet" as she holds me tighter. Now any normal red blooded, testosterone infused man would of got the hint, sat back down, done the deed and woken up in the morning next to what can only be called the perfect girl.
But me? I say "come on I really have to go or I'll miss my bus". Leaving the girl of my dreams standing in her doorway with a look on her face of sadness and disappointment. I wake up the next morning and then my brain decides to see the truth of everything that happened the night before.
Not surprisingly, she stopped talking to me as much and was never available until we eventually fizzled out. Every single day for two years I have been kicking myself for not manning up, seeing the signals, and giving her the birthday present she wanted.
(Tue 28th Sep 2010, 21:52, More)