I have no life. I'm a 26 year old virgin and I've never had a proper girlfriend. It started when I was a kid. I was born with something called Ankyloglossia. Basically I was tongue-tied. When all my mates were getting off (french kissing) girls in year 6 (age 11) I was too embarrassed about my tongue because I couldn't stick it out of my mouth. I went to an all-boys grammar school and didn't really see any girls my age outside of school. I finally got my tongue cut when I was 19 and have kissed a few girls, but I never go out drinking or socialising with people my own age and feel I missed the boat. The older I get, the harder it gets. I thought it was bad enough when I was 19 a girl finding out I was a virgin, and then subsequently potentially everybody else. Now at 26 it would just be social suicide. I'm not an ugly guy. I've counted about 8-10 girls I could have potentially slept with, about 4 of them were pretty much on a plate, but I've pussied out. Most of these were when I was younger and more social than I am now though. As well as me being born tongue-tied I have something called phimosis (really tight foreskin - I can't pull it back), and worry about whether it would be a problem having sex with it.
On top of this I've dropped out of college 4 times, have no real qualifications apart from a reasonable amount of half decent GCSE grades, and no job or career prospects. I've also been a heroin addict for the past few years (only smoking, never inject), going from a daily habit, to going on a methadone script to being abstinent for a while and back again. (I'm probably the only junkie virgin on the planet!).
Also I was wrongly accused by my stepmum of molesting my 2-year old (half)sister when I was 17 and thrown out the house by my dad to fend for myself. My stepmum is an evil bitch who tried to get me out the house a couple of months before. She obviously decided to make up a lie so bad I'd never set foot in her house again. I was so shook up at the time I didn't know what to do and didn't adequately defend myself. Since then I have suggested lie-detector tests (ideally for me and her), and even just sitting down and discussing it, in the hope of picking apart her lies and showing her to be what she truly is. My dad has avoided anything to resolve the situation though - I think he's afraid of the truth and it meaning the end of his marriage. This is what's fucked me up the most. I was doing really well at college before it happened. Afterwards I was too depressed to get out of my bed in my freezing cold bedsit and face the world.
Sorry my story's so long, but so much has gone wrong in my life, sometimes I think I'm being punished for being bad in a past life of something haha. Thanks for reading. | |
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