Hi, I'm 22 now, but I feel terribly confused by the feelings I'm having and I really don't know what to do. My story is not short, but I will start over. I was only 15 years old when I met a man by chance, let's say his name was P., who was 13 years older than me. Despite my age, I dare say that I took every step consciously and deliberately, and even now, going back, I would not judge my actions as a child, but as a conscious woman. Anyway, I went out with this man once, with a girlfriend and his boyfriend. He behaves like a real gentleman, but my parents were very strict, and before the evening began I had to go home because of my evening class. I made up a story so that I wouldn't pretend to be a child, but even I didn't believe it. Although, that I had never seen this man once before, I was left with an incredible impression of him - terribly charming, with the most incredible smile, great blue eyes, with a university degree, he spoke four languages and had lived and studied abroad for a long time. I was sure I wouldn't see him again after my lie that night, but I wasn't right. The next day I got a call from P .. He offered to see me again, but this time just the two of us. I must say that by this time I had already had sex and I guessed what this man wanted from me, but the truth is that I did not mind giving it to him. I would even say that at this stage I wanted just that and I had no other expectations of him. After he called me the other day, we met the night he took me home, asked me if I was hungry and if I wanted something to eat, I agreed to go to a restaurant, but first he had to go home to change. Ha ha and still laugh at his approach that night, we went to his house, which turned out to be a whole castle, he obviously took me there to impress me, I don't know, but the truth is that it wasn't even necessary to she slept with him. But what we did that night I would not call sex, but rather the apogee of pleasure. At the time, I thought that my very modest sexual experience made me use such words, but the truth is that to this day I have not had such pleasure with another man. Q. It was as if he was reading my mind, as if he knew exactly what I wanted. And even though I was convinced that the story ended there, I knew what would happen before I had sex with him, I was wrong again. He called me again two days later. Apparently his male ego called, because he asked me why I didn't call him during that time, I told him that I thought we had said everything that night and I didn't think he needed more words. And it really was, I had got what I wanted, he too. Our relationship continued, we saw each other several times a week, sometimes even every day, we borrowed almost nothing for each other, but gradually he began to share with me, told me that he was married, even shared my sympathy for other women, I met with his friends, we even spent the new year together. I was not in love, I never allowed myself such feelings, I wanted nothing more than what we had, but I loved him, he made me happy. Everything was so simple, I felt like a friend, and at the same time I was with him I felt like a real woman, not like a 15-year-old pickle. He is the reason I am this, what I am now, I have learned a lot from him and I am infinitely grateful to him for that. I knew he loved me too, not only because he told me, but also because I felt him, I knew he cared about me. Our relationship lasted about a year after that he left for Sofia, and things disappeared by themselves, without saying it to each other, it was clear to both of them that it was all over. I was a little sorry, but then I thought I had taken everything I could from this relationship and it's time to enjoy my youth, and I will meet many more such men. I have been living with a man for three years now, whom I love very much, and he is crazy about me. He tries to give me everything I need, he takes care of me constantly, I am sure of his love and that he will never cheat on me, but the truth is that no matter how devoted he is to me, he can never give me gave this happiness that I felt with P. No man has succeeded and I don't know if he will ever succeed. For 6 years now, I haven't stopped thinking about this man every day, even though I haven't seen him since. When I'm depressed or feeling weak, I recall these memories in my head, I dream about it, I just can't get it out of my head. I heard from friends that he got married shortly after we stopped seeing each other and has a daughter, which I am happy about because he really wanted to have children. And now I don't know what to do, I'm confused, but I want to meet him again, I want to experience that sexual pleasure again, and at the same time I know it's impossible. I don't even know if he remembers my name and if he will recognize me. From another point of view, I can't even imagine for a moment that I will cheat on my friend, he is all I have. Tell me what you think? Advise me something? Do I have to forget it,
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I read the article well 2 times. This is a pure fabrication of your Kven imagination ... She was 15 ...
From the author: I can't make anyone believe the truth of what I'm writing. I wrote it because I need advice, not reproach. After all, this is the purpose of this site - to share and get the impartial opinion of the people who visit it. I was exactly 15 and that's exactly what happened to me - thank you for the opinion H1, but you help me a lot.
Force yourself to forget it and you will succeed at some point. Don't interfere in his personal life, no matter how much you want to sleep with him. Stop comparing your friend to him because it's a pity. Good luck;)
You should definitely forget it. Many years have passed, you do not know what has changed in his life, etc. I advise you not to look for him and not to expect anything from him ... He must have forgotten you a long time ago. Do the same.
Why don't you try, find him and make contact with him. Send him this letter and tell him - this applies to you! And his behavior is monitored by the reaction. And then share with us. I have a similar attraction to my first love now, with the only difference that we haven't slept with him. And at the moment I have made contact with him and I am waiting to see if he will answer me. If he answers me, the next step is to lose his current one, but until he loses it, I won't let him go again. In a few days I will write to you if I have or if I do not have a result from it. Does it bite, does it bite! Good luck in your attempts. I will be happy to exchange information.
What kind of person are you number 5, to lose his current ??? So there really are women who don't care if the man they want is with someone else or not.
From the author: The truth is that the easiest way is to find him - I can contact him by phone, Skype or Facebook. But what can I say to him: "Uh, hello, I'm the girl who fucked 6 years ago, remember?". I can't show him this letter, I would never have thought it would look so desperate. I just want to go back in time and read his mind then, I can't explain what he felt, if I may say so, this man to me. Now, if I have a 28-year-old friend who deals with a 15-year-old, whatever she is, and for so long, I will wonder what's wrong with him, aren't there so many girls his age. That's why I'm so puzzled, the sex was really good, but that's how I felt, but was it everything or was it something more. He told me he loved me, but purely friendly, he told me I was more mature than my peers, but I still can't figure it out, it's been a whole year. I write a little confused, but when I think of him, that's exactly how my thoughts go. Besides, I would never want to interfere with his family, even if one day I had the courage to contact him or, if I happened to see him, I would prosper. Forget it - maybe I don't want to, this is my brightest memory from the past. And no matter how stupid I look in the eyes of those who read this, I don't think I will "smell" until I feel that this story is over. For me, sooner or later there will be a sequel, whatever. this is exactly how my thought goes. Besides, I would never want to interfere with his family, even if one day I had the courage to contact him or, if I happened to see him, I would prosper. Forget it - maybe I don't want to, this is my brightest memory from the past. And no matter how stupid I look in the eyes of those who read this, I don't think I will "smell" until I feel that this story is over. For me, sooner or later there will be a sequel, whatever. this is exactly how my thought goes. Besides, I would never want to interfere with his family, even if one day I had the courage to contact him or, if I happened to see him, I would prosper. Forget it - maybe I don't want to, this is my brightest memory from the past. And no matter how stupid I look in the eyes of those who read this, I don't think I will "smell" until I feel that this story is over. For me, sooner or later there will be a sequel, whatever. until I felt that this story was over. For me, sooner or later there will be a sequel, whatever. until I felt that this story was over. For me, sooner or later there will be a sequel, whatever.
So some things need to be done when the time comes. The moral values that are denied today have not appeared out of nowhere, but have a deep meaning and knowledge. You just lacked the necessary culture of life and proper upbringing, that's why life has confronted you with such a situation. This is not a reproach, but a fact and an occasion to think about things. When a person acquires untimely experience, in this case sexual, he cannot be satisfied with a single thing, because he is brought up in the need for different things that cannot be found in one person. You like Ivan's eyes, Dragan's attitude, the car on foot, the gosho duck, etc. That's why you couldn't be true and be happy in your relationship, they just aren't enough for you ... You probably kept it. the memory of his feelings, when you were too naive and stupid and in reality you would hardly feel such experiences now, in the same way. One is always looking for what one does not have, not appreciating what one has and that is why one is unhappy.