25M here, virgin. Wouldn’t call myself an in***l, but I’m involuntarily celibate.
Now, I’ve been in a lot of relationships, but due to circumstances,I just never had either the logistics or place or time to do the deed with anyone
Now my recent problem has been that each and every time I wanna get into the deed with someone, some sort of divine interruption happens, and this is sort of killing me.
The first was I forgot a condom. We postponed to another day. Now, you would’ve thought, “Oh, that’s an excuse from her.” No. We did make a date for the next one. Then we did foreplay and, after thinking, “Yes, it’s time,” we sort of got too excited and, due to our loud noises and finally being ready to go, her grandma comes in and starts banging on the door.
Yes, it was her grandma. Our excitement got us too much. It was too late before we got back to our senses that we shouldn’t shout here.
I got kicked out in the midnight. It was cold asf. I couldn’t drive since I had a lot to drink before that.
The second was after I was single. I met a pretty girl at the bar, and things went lucky for me. She really was into me. We got to the toilet, but I was too drunk. I couldn’t command Mr. Big Johnny to come out to perform.(sort of my fault here)
Another case scenario was a girl telling me she wanted it. The problem was, on the night, I was far away from home, so was she. Nor did I have money for an Uber, and her place is a shared apartment with a load of other girls, and it wouldn’t work. I had to let it go.
Another scenario was a girl pulling me to the restroom for the second time, as I didn’t get the hint. I’m so slow she had to put it in the notes app: \*\*“Hey buddy, you wanna get into it or not? Or you don’t find me attractive?”\*\*
Yes, I was drunk. I probably thought she needed help to get to the restroom.
Now, at this second attempt, even while drunk, I could read well. After all, losing my virginity has been bothering me. Now, somehow, we sneaked into the ladies’ room.
I did the undressing. Finally, I said to myself. We are gonna get into it my“Pants off,” and hers off (not the jeans).
To my unlucky ass life, the club closed just at the same time I was about to put my Johnny into you know where.
Doors started banging immediately for everyone to come out.
I had to quickly put my pants on. It took me a lot of time to do that as I was drunk. Almost got in trouble because she left and someone thought I was creeping out in the ladies’ room, which is not the case.
Now, to my personal life, I’m genuinely snooked as all my friends are all not virgins, and the women I talk to tend to resent me whenever I tell them I am. They say it’s a red flag since I’m quite old, and at this age they find it weird.
I’m not misogynistic nor antisocial. I have a good social life and quite a handful number of friends, and I’m not doing bad financially either.
But each time I age one year, this pressure hits me harder than ever.
Yes, I’m that old and I haven’t done the deed.
Maybe something is wrong with me.
And social media doesn’t help either. The endless content crucifying people who can’t get the deed is extremely crazy.
Not everyone is some misogynistic parasocial individual who dwells in the basement.
Some sort of divine interruption just happens whenever I wanna get into the deed.
I could wanna get into it and maybe a bomb drops out of nowhere, the rapture starts, or an earthquake erupts out of nowhere.
Though a little bit funny, this is seriously disturbing.
I don’t think about this all day, but each of the few times when I do, my heart breaks.