Having truly suffered from PE for all my life, I can honestly say that it has thoroughly ruined the experience/existence. Everything from my confidence level (and all related attachments such as employment, friendships, communication and relationships), to my ability to derive even the most basic pleasures from life, have all been completely leveled.
This problem is hard-wired. I've had sex in every mood, mentality, state-of-mind and temperament. I fired Doctor Kegel's after his dumb ass $#%^ never worked... I've exercised, I've tried numbing creams, drugs, whatever - nothing works.
Ladies, if you're in a relationship with some guy who cums too fast and doesn't like sex after a while, it's because it's become a pure nightmare. When another guy (or gal) advises you to leave him for someone who cares, know well that this new guy isn't treating you right because he's going out of his way to do it, it was just luck of the draw. His advantage, but nothing special here.
What makes this worse is the cruelty and disdain shown the PE guy. Maybe we're in the wrong for this. Maybe we should have accepted being alone and never got involved with you. Or maybe it's just the ones I've had the misfortune to try with. Having to find out I've been cheated on time after time... having to deal with the obvious clues that I'm being cheated on... being ridiculed after the facts and subsequently left. Having your family consider some gayness in the program and dropping hints and little inquiries to boot. Good times.
Another warm 'n fuzzy facet to PE is the no pity aspect. I don't say all of this for pity's sake, but I don't think that's up for grabs anyway. Family likes to smile at this. Friends like to tear down with this. Girlfriends like to reject with this and so on. And we're left alone to try and figure out why we've become such heartless creeps. Orgasm criminals mainly. To most guys, weak d-bags without balls.
Because after all, as every other poster who claims to have knowledge on PE indicate, this is just a mental problem that's easy to fix. Nothing is more infuriating to hear, at least for me, outside of being reminded of how "you're broken" by someone you only want to make happy. So ladies, it's not that we don't care, in fact, what hurts a lot is that we kind of understand why you're leaving but wanted to help so badly - but it's like fighting a losing battle that nobody can see or cares to talk about. And now to deal in solitude with the prospect that our basic mission here on planet Earth - procreating - just might not come to fruition, is a tough thing to bear. You know...
So before I head on, any too quick females need a speed date
