It all started in secondary school. I was the typical, shy teenager who was too scared to talk to girls.
My friends and I would joke about it, but deep down I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my inability to start a conversation with someone I was attracted to.
Fast forward to today, I’m 25 years old and still single. The years have gone by, and I still haven’t found a partner.
I tried online dating, but it didn’t work out. I tried joining clubs, but nothing ever came of it. I was starting to get desperate, so I decided to try something else.
I started hitting on teenage girls, eight to ten years younger than me.
At first, I thought it was harmless. I figured if I couldn’t find someone my age, I might as well try something different.
I would go places where there were lots of teenagers. I would approach them and start a conversation, and then try to take things further.
At first, I was getting away with it. I was able to get numbers, dates, and even a few make-out sessions.
But eventually, people started to catch on. People around me started talking about me, and said that I was preying on their gullibility.
That was a wake-up call for me. I realized that what I was doing was wrong, and that I shouldn’t be preying on teenage girls.
I felt ashamed and embarrassed for what I had done, and I vowed never to do it again.
But that experience has left me with a deep sense of regret. I still haven’t found someone my age, and I feel like I’m running out of time.
I still haven’t been able to get over my fear of talking to women, and I’m not sure what to do.
All I know is that I need to do something, and quick of not I might be forever alone.