I dated this girl. She was the first girl I have had any interest in physically. I was nervous and shy the entire time we dated, which frustrated her. I never told her why. On our 3rd date I walked her to her car and we went to hug and it became a kiss, my first kiss. She went french and I froze in some pathetic mouth half closed horror movie of a plane crash. Needless to say my admission of why it was awful came too late and she was gone. Every few days I find myself standing on that spot at night absolutely beating myself up about it all. I can't seem to stop punishing myself over it.
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Meh, there'll be a next time and you'll do better.0