This is a somewhat personal story, but I figured I'd give it a shot and write it down on here since it happened a fairly long time ago. I was with my then-girlfriend, an American girl on exchange at my University who I'd started going out with since at the time I was reasonably shy with women and she was hot and pretty damn forward. She was a pretty sexual girl and was into all kinds of kinky stuff in the bedroom and talked dirty alot. Now, I'd only been with a couple of girls before her, so alot of this stuff was new to me and so was the experience of how mismatched my size can be for some women. We really struggled to make it fit, which I just took as her being extroardinarily tight, it hadn't really occurred to me yet I might be larger than average. She told me as much, though frankly I didn't really believe her.
The sex, whilst mind-blowing, didn't really make up for the rest of the non-relationship, though. We quickly wound up getting on each other's nerves for the most inane reasons and I started inventing reasons to be away from her. She wound up being an intensenly negative person, from what I later learned was probably out of withdrawl for a cocaine addiction. She got mad all the time, for whatever reason. I felt bad at the time, like I was doing something wrong, rather than we just didn't work together.
I went out drinking with some mates one night at the local student union, and after a few noticed that her flat-mate was out as well. We got to talking - and my memory unfortunately gets hazy because of the alcohol involved - but I started to tell her about the problems I was having with the girlfriend and she consoled me with another beer. It very quickly seemed like we were flirting, as she kept mentioning about hearing all sorts of "things" about me but being the inexperienced dolt I was at the time, I had no idea what she was talking about.
Despite that, I more or less made my mind up that night to end things with the American girl that night before making any sort of move another girl. As awful as things had been with her towards the end, parts of being with her in the oddest way gave me a new kind of confidence - like I might actually have something worthwhile to offer women.
This wound up being alot more rambling than I meant, but my memory is unreliable that way.
The sex, whilst mind-blowing, didn't really make up for the rest of the non-relationship, though. We quickly wound up getting on each other's nerves for the most inane reasons and I started inventing reasons to be away from her. She wound up being an intensenly negative person, from what I later learned was probably out of withdrawl for a cocaine addiction. She got mad all the time, for whatever reason. I felt bad at the time, like I was doing something wrong, rather than we just didn't work together.
I went out drinking with some mates one night at the local student union, and after a few noticed that her flat-mate was out as well. We got to talking - and my memory unfortunately gets hazy because of the alcohol involved - but I started to tell her about the problems I was having with the girlfriend and she consoled me with another beer. It very quickly seemed like we were flirting, as she kept mentioning about hearing all sorts of "things" about me but being the inexperienced dolt I was at the time, I had no idea what she was talking about.
Despite that, I more or less made my mind up that night to end things with the American girl that night before making any sort of move another girl. As awful as things had been with her towards the end, parts of being with her in the oddest way gave me a new kind of confidence - like I might actually have something worthwhile to offer women.
This wound up being alot more rambling than I meant, but my memory is unreliable that way.