SweetSlumber wrote:Courtier wrote:When I was 10/11 I had a girlfriend who went to a different school. I'd be playing football after school and she'd come strolling down with her friends, we'd kiss and make out against the wall for a bit then she'd go away again. I liked her - she was pretty, popular and smelled really good, and had an attitude that I really had a thing for.
One day, close to dinner time, she asked if I want to come up to her house and just hang out for a bit. Reluctant, because it was so far to get there I was certain to be late, I went because she was insistent. On the way, she asked if I'd ever been wanked off before Subtle. "No..." I liked kissing but hadn't really even thought about sex, beyond listening to posture talk on the playground or when boys a little bit older when around. Her even asking about it made me lose respect for her, like she was dirty minded. I was weirded out. So we got to her house which was empty - for some reason I was worried about her dad being home and it being empty was one of the conditions of me going - and she offered to make me tea and toast, being a pleasant host, and I got really sketched out. Being late for dinner, this weird situation where she wanted to do something I was still mildly grossed out by, and the prospect of her dad coming home from work, I told her I had to go and just left. It was the first time I'd been there and it took us 15 mins to walk it. Hadn't realised before then that she did that every day after school to come and see me. Took it for granted before that.
I smashed somebody's window another time, while this relationship was still going on and, being with a group of other lads, we ran and scattered, but one of the girls from across the street grassed on me so the owner went to my mums door to confront her about it. I was just in earshot hiding in the bushes so that I could say I wasn't around afterwards. She covered for me and lied and told my mum and this guy it was some other guy and she made up these stories about the girl across the road being a slut and flashing me a peak under her skirt and being jealous that I wasn't interested in her. The adults were kind of appalled at her foul mouth but believed the story and left it there
Afterwards, I remember feeling so much more attracted to her for it. But every interaction I had with her was great. It was easy and she saved my skin when I needed it. Actually appreciated her but never thought about her when she wasn't there until that moment where she got me out of trouble. First time I'd felt fond of anybody beyond the usual kids games of holding hands and using girls as a status symbol to everybody else your age.
Did you find it necessary to write a ######6 essay. Nobody's gonna read it.
Courtier wrote:You guys read other people's posts?
SweetSlumber wrote:People I know in real life would not be able to stand it if I told them how often I feel angry or envious. Or they would try to persuade me that it's 'immoral'. On this subforum I don't get criticized as much for it.
jerboa wrote:I'm pretty sure I wrote a lot about my past already.
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