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I’m wondering if this was her flirting or her finding another way to tease you because of how much it wigged you out. You aren’t coming across as the most reliable narrator, bro.Shit, I remember at one point I found her on Facebook years later out of curiosity, and she’s into that whole fixing the bad boy thing.
I was taken a bit aback not just by her interest but how she seemed to be demanding it, and didn’t give it to her just because it made me uncomfortable.
Instead she gave me her number and pretty much demanded this time that I call her that night. This wasn’t ignoring boundaries, this was someone who was into you and telling you – in pretty much no uncertain terms – that she wanted to invite you over for a hot cup of “fuck my brains out”. Little did I know that people were taking this as a challenge or whatever, and were not sincerely listening to me when I told them I wanted them to fuck off.
Even at that age I was skeeved right the fuck out not by her forwardness but just how she lacked any notion of boundaries, so I didn’t call her. Now, if you’re not into women who’re forward, cool. I couldn’t figure people out back then or the reason they did things so I just thought there were those who were naturally forward and those they preyed on, and if you didn’t want to be fucked with, you gave them a whole lot of shit to get them off your back. I was definitely the outcast in high school, that guy who was bullied relentlessly, so when these girls were interested in me, I just thought they were pitying me and I felt dirty for it.
Even in school, a few of my dear fellow male classmates liked how baby-faced I looked back then and groped me more than a few times.
I’m grateful that I was born a boy and not a girl, because I don’t want to imagine the kind of shit that would have happened to me otherwise.
But you’re ascribing a whole lot of weirdness to someone who’s being straightforward with you. Or maybe they were the types who’d hang out in the alleyway doing needles or the like and I was better off without them. Because “think you’re cool and attractive and maybe want to kiss” sounds like a pretty good reason to be hot for someone.
Nope, turns out they were perfectly on the up and up with everybody else and genuinely hot for me, but not for the reasons I ever would have wanted. Now back then I was so fucking depressed and messed up in the head that I knew I was not ready for any sort of relationship.So scrub up, snap on the gloves and put on your gown. When I found PUA back when I was 19 back in 2005, it was like learning Santa Claus wasn’t real. I was never a social butterfly, so I never really gave much notice to the people around me or who they dated, it was just okay, “A is going out with B, big deal.” Wasn’t any of my business back then and I had enough problems of my own. But deep down I had faith that good people chose their partners simply because they liked them for who they were, or they were honestly attracted to them, no tricks or anything required. some kooky internet crap akin to Alex Chiu’s claims of giving you eternal life or the dollar bill being a lizard people prophecy of the Mayans, I refer you back to Ross Jeffries’ “Speed Seduction” method.but then I simply resigned myself to maybe this talk of nice guys being shafted is correct.I was raised around animal abusers, alcoholics, drug addicts, thieves, rapists, pedophiles, and a whole bunch of other ne’er do wells.Funny thing is I only had a few people in my immediate family, and their close circles I was forced to associate with by proxy, and each individual person fit at least two of those unsavory monikers.The years that followed up to the present I never once got into any relationship, both for reasons well beyond my control and for my own personal fuckups.