I'm a socially awkward, anxious loner (involuntarily celibate), so any type of attention confuses me, to put it mildly. Despite being a loner, though, I get the urge to talk to women occasionally. Having no social skills, inexplicable awkwardness makes every single interaction ridiculous and embarrassing. With recent urges, I was just trying to ask some random girls what time it was and hopefully manage to speak a little.
So when I heard my voice not being very high (though still wimpy and effeminate) or cracking much, I was obviously shocked. It only happened once though.
We met by the road. She was walking her dog, I was on a bicycle. A pretty tall (5'7"-5'8") brunette, slightly thicker than skinny, but not quite curvy. Nice ass but just big enough to fill my palm, not huge. Medium breasts. Unlike some, this girl not only didn't ignore/reject me- she smiled, looked happy and showed me her watch. I leaned in to look and caught a whiff of her smell. That was enough to convince me to not just flee immediately but ask something else.
We talked for a couple of minutes, of course I couldn't contain myself and was sure she saw my nerves. Still, somehow she laughed at a couple of the lame things I said and we found some common ground. Which may be weird since I'm 25 and Lena's 18, but it was only horror movies and the fact that she actually didn't like dogs. It turned out the mutt was her boyfriend's. He was working and she had all day free (it was summer), nothing to do.
So of course at that point I was getting delusional, like wanted to ask her to go out with me when the boyfriend's not around etc, as in 'why not cheat on your boyfriend with a total loser?'. She was open and nice though, and once I managed to mumble that we could maybe 'do some stuff' in the future, she just teased me playfully, seemed at least not disgusted.
"Let's walk a little!" I suggested.
We strolled towards a crappy little steak house nearby, but it's apparently only open on evenings and weekends. Good thing was it only took a minute to walk, cause my conversation ideas were down to the usual zero. I locked my bike and urged her to come round to the backyard and see the place. I'd never been there before and neither had she.
Lena was hesitant but didn't fear cause behind a couple of trees there was a crummy old residential house, making the environment seem safe. We found some dirty old equipment and tables there and looked through the window into the steak house but couldn't see anything. I asked her if she was having fun and she replied nonchalantly that it was 'interesting'. But as she was relaxing with me, she must have started to feel awkward about her boyfriend. She asked what was next, then told me she should go.
I panicked inside and stuttered as usual, babbled some nonsensical gibberish instead of just 'what's the rush?'. Good thing her boyfriend's mutt decided to defecate and eased my moronic tension. We giggled and I brushed Lena's arm from shoulder down with my ugly hand as I stepped closer. Asked whether she'd decided about possibly meeting in the future and of course, she weaseled her way out without insulting me openly.
And yet, she must have mistaken my autistic 'please give me attention' with masculine determination though. I took the leash and wrapped it around a fence post. The dog was about ten feet away and couldn't reach us. I asked her what the problem was (not aggressively, in fact kind of meekly as per), why we couldn't be 'friends' if we liked each other. She didn't object to liking me, just mentioned something about the boyfriend being mad or whatever. I kind of blacked out at that point cause it was by far the closest I'd ever been to a girl (except the spaced out hooker that blew me over the condom and didn't let me finish the sex after I told her it was my first time and awkwardly asked multiple times whether she was alright... cause her fake moans were scaring me. No joke).
Decided then to take my chance and who knows how it happened- I probably grabbed her by the waist, just pretty sure I looked in her eyes for a couple of seconds- then kissed her. Yeah, first time. Never kissed virgin without a clue as to how it should be done, didn't even know what was going on... things seemed blurry and foggy because of the nerves and just cause for an introvert it seemed like an information overload. Either way, it was quite awkward and she didn't know whether to continue or not, but probably decided it was a thrill. Who knows, I don't understand why a nice girl would give any time of day to a literally visibly pathetic dumb ass like me.