Layout of the read below:

1/ Estimated reading time

2/ Player stats

3/ Screenshots to prove

4/ Background dating history

Story actually starts here – DOWN BELOW

5/ Time invested to result in her ghosting me

6/ Match again and go figure she’s lonely

7/ My stomach hurts when I leave her house in the morning

Story ends here – DON’T READ UNLESS YOU’RE BORED

8/ META thoughts on me being a fucking loser virgin

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1/ Estimated reading time - 20 minutes

This is a long post only to conclude with me having PIV intercourse with a woman. If you wanna know if I smashed, then yes. Yes, I did smash. And it was an excellent fuck. On both sides, she left satisfied as well

But this is a story, with background, player development, and an outcome worth the wait. Read the story, understand the between the lines commentary I’m getting at, and write your's I'll definitely read

Play on playas, field’s ripe

2/ Player stats:

ME

Age: 31

Race: South Asian

Height: 5'7

Location: Dallas

Physique: Former D3 college athlete

QUEST

My quest if you will call it, is a 26 y/o Ph.d/MD student. She is Pakistani American. Natural red curly hair, like obnoxiously red. I grew up around a TON of micks. She would pass as a dopleganger for one. Never seen a brown girl this pale. Red and freckled couldn’t handle a second in the sun and I believed it. She was fucking hot too. 5’ 3”, maybe 125 lbs, fit, seems to be a relatively normal person all around with minimal FDS characteristics thrown in there

3/ Screenshots to prove

I genuinely don’t have anything to prove by posting on Reddit. I used to post a FUCK TON on this mental health subreddit called r/ABCDesis. But me and some mods got into it and I doxed them all. They banned me and one threatened to ‘fuck me up’ and I’m shaking in my fucking boots waiting for him/her to

Anyways… I’m trying to find more subs to post my crazy fucking life content in, but I have no takers. Tried in a couple subs but they got butthurt and told me to F OFF. Nonetheless, pics or it didn’t happen right – so here we go:

*1/ Initial stages of convo screenshot: *

https://imgur.com/a/jd2AQmx (sometime in December)

*2/ She ghosts me screenshot: *

https://imgur.com/a/wougYTl (sometime in February)

*3/ We match again screenshot: *

https://imgur.com/a/bEgXYHp (04/10/2022)

*4/ She’s scaring me now screenshot: *

https://imgur.com/a/OevLw4W (04/12/2022)

4/ Background dating history

If y’all are long time fans of the vurgin (know I appreciate y’all). You’ll know I pull pretty decently. My old stat I threw out there was I pull about a new girl every month.

So 12x new girls – while managing, maintaining, or keeping some around from prior months/carry forwarding the operating loss from prior years. As players tend to know, it’s hard to maintain more than ~ 3 active flames at any one time. Their names/stories/faces start to meld over time and if you don’t keep the fucks active, changing, constantly evolving these people fade outta your lives

Also based on my dating history, I’d be remiss if I mentioned that I’m still not over my ex. My ex was just kinda perfect for me. Indian, Christian, Punjabi, CRNA (anesthesiologist), excellent income earning potential, and knew her way around vices like the back of my hand. She was a ride or die and I broke up with her. Full 8-part story/post in my comment history/deleted comment sub reddit

Story actually starts here – DOWN BELOW

5/ Time invested to result in her ghosting me

I wouldn’t say I invested much time in the conversation before we actually met up. The conversations were all on the dating app. And this dating app is one with heavy prompts, cultivated user content, and a community manager that sends you matches that you should ‘meet’ (See the screenshot)

On the dating app, for some simpy reason, I wrote a 2 paragraph essay on a book I was reading at the time. It was called ‘The Tankman’s Son.’ The book is remarkable btw. The book is heavy, heavy reading material. I was sipping whiskey reading it. It’s so badddddd, focuses heavily on child abuse and the associated trauma afterwards. It’s a NYT best seller from a couple years ago For some odd reason the dating app had a focus on my profile on that time. And she matched with me for the book. Started talking about it, and she gave a recommendation about a similar book she’d read called ‘The Glass Castle.’ Similar to ‘The Tankman’s Son’, her recommendation focused on child neglect/childhood trauma. I wasn’t expecting such a stellar read right after finishing a book that I genuinely thought would be the best book non-fiction memoir I’d ever read. But something made go out and get it the same day. I was probably bored or something, but dunno. Anyways ‘The Glass Castle’ transfixed me and I was glued to me seat for a day until I finished it. Probably the 2nd best non-fiction memoir I’ve read in my life.

And for a ‘random’ on a dating app of all places to give me reading suggestions, right?! Fuck I was already into this girl. I find women who can read to be incredibly attractive. I’m kinda old school in that fashion. Teach me to fish (IE something I don’t know) and I’m yours man. I have a FUCKTON of free time on my hands these days, and I’m destroying Goodreads so I love getting recommendations. And when the recommendations are excellent, it makes me even more enamored with the prospect.

She was into Snapchat at the time (still is) and she asked for my Snap and we started snapping slowly. Cute pictures, random things during the day, nothing crazy/no more. I noticed a few red flags when she’d snap me a sorta nude or a bra pic. Like she hadn’t seen me yet and I could be doing creepy things with her pics, but I guess she trusted me and was comfortable.

She travels so she’s in between homes, states, and uni’s finishing up her doctorate. I totally understand. I’m in a very similar boat. Our schedules didn’t sync up for the first month, maybe month & half so we were texting/snapping cross country. Decent enough conversation and we weren’t even talking on the phone or doing anything further. Just having some random snaps throughout the day. Nothing that wasn’t on my story or being show cased to anyone else

Thank God she didn’t ask for phone calls, constant texts, or more serious forms of commitment. She was very lowkey about everything and for that I was grateful

Everything was fine and she was super chill. UNTIL like February maybe. She sends me a LONG rant on Snapchat, and then blocks me. I’d love to give you guys more context on it, but it was the standard Indian blocking text (snap). ‘I’m really emotionally invested in you, but I’m North Indian, and you are Tamil. We can’t do this, bye. Have a great life’

I’ve heard it sooooo many fucking times. The first time, I was mad. Second time I was sad. Now, I just roll my eyes and move onto the next one… Fuck it right

Still, investing in the woman and the relationship, I didn’t lose anything, and she literally gave me my 2nd favorite non-fiction memoir of all time. Like I’m still in the plus after the minimal investments at the end of the day, but I’d rather not get ghosted or ghost people right….

6/ Match again and go figure she’s lonely

I’m living my best life these past couple months. Smashing, dashing, and consistently outlasting. No issues with anything, just trying to find my forever vagina.

For some reason I uninstalled one of the dating apps 6 months back. It’s the best one in terms of getting me relationship material girls. Like these girls are educated, smart, hard-working, and looking for something serious. So even though I’m claiming to have been wanting a relationship, I’d avoided the best app for maximizing my chances of finding someone. So, I reinstalled the app, put some time/effort into my prompts and wait for the fishes I’m mad swiping right one morning and I receive a like from who do you know, the ghost from about 2 months ago! (See the screenshot) No fucking way – we meet again

If you read the screenshot below – I’m inviting her to dinner, and we are probably not gonna smash first date. But she’s somehow not okay with dinner anymore. See the follow up from that original planning text. She’s inviting me over to her house?!?! WTF IM HELLA UGLY BRO

I forget to respond for a bit and she’s like maybe it’s a bad idea. I’m like fuck no, we shedding layers tonight (See the screenshot) Get back to her place after work and we are sitting approximately 4 feet apart on her couch watching Big Bang Theory. Like really a vibe killer. I don’t find the show funny, its trite, slapstick humor, and is giving me a headache

After about a painful hour of me holding back yawns and stifling ‘em I ask her to sit next to me and she obliges. So now she’s leaning next to me and I’m watching Big Bang Theory. Her head is tilted towards me and I’m rubbing her other side with my arm around her

I’m like when is this shitty TV show gonna end… After a certain point, I go for it. Similar to anything or anyone else. Ya know, have her head come towards me a little bit, lean into her and just kiss her on her lips. It’s a pretty decent first kiss, but she’s got her lips closed. No tongue whatsoever. She’s not really using much of her lips/tongue, and its very small, gentle kisses for now. Some actually autistic guy on the Big Bang Theory is screeching on TV and I’m like fuck my life, so I ask her to turn the TV off and we play Apple Music on my phone

We are chilling and clothes start coming off, shirts, bra, belt, we are at both our tops open and I’m touching her pussy. She’s wet and slowly moaning into my ears alternating with biting me. I’m like ‘uhhh, can I carry you to the bed’ She’s like ‘No, I think I’m good here for now’ NP. We gucci. Continue alternating between making out, her on top, me on top, rubbing her clit. Her shirts off right so we’re going in between her titties in her hand and me grabbing them with ma mouth : )

Can’t ask for much more. My dumbass is like ‘hey, you wouldn’t happen to be a size C cup would you?’ She’s like ‘Yeah! How’d you know?’ I’m like ‘Lucky guess, I guess…’ (mental thoughts – STFU vurgin)

Anyways, continue the cycle. Talk, make out, touch her down there, she’s wet, do you wanna fuck, not yet and she’s moaning noooooo…etc… After an hour of this she’s like, ‘Fineeeeee.’ I don’t want her doing it for my benefit, so I quickly do a wetness check down there and she’s a geyser, and I lift her up and take her to the master.

I think you guys can take it from there. It’s not rocket science. Went through a couple of condoms that night and got super shit sleep. Lasted longer than expected in the sack as well. Normally I’m a 3 pump chump except on certain occasions. Last night was one of them. Think was super impressed when I was able to get her to orgasm with just my little pepe

Anyways, terribly disrupted sleep at night. I’m always running hot like a furnace in bed. She’s matching me in terms of body heat. I have her cuddling me, push her away subconsciously, 30 minutes later wake up with her hot breath right on me

This story is pretty much a line by line replay of everything she’s done at night thus far. She does something slightly odd to close the night which is; she wakes up at 1 AM to go eat a cereal bar and turns the light on and the dog starts barking up a fucking storm. I wake up groggily, don’t recognize where I am, freak out, see a panty on the floor, and then go to bed satisfied again that someone’s underwear is off and hopefully they are getting pussy (maybe me even)

Uhh wake up in the morning, I get ready and I’m out the door by 7 and she’s tailing me out for work later.

7/ My stomach hurts when I leave her house in the morning

I have a feeling this girl really liked me. Unlike my Asperberger’s ass on reddit, I’m genuinely quiet irl. I don’t talk much, I’d rather watch TV, read, or do something active. And this girl was perfectly fine with the silence. I think she preferred this silence and this type of attitude. She would ask me something interesting about my life, or ask me about a scar on my body, or how my interview searches were going. She wasn’t annoying in anyway whatsoever. Perfectly content with silence instead

I also leave my laptop in her house so I have to return to pick it up after getting to the gym. I gotta work out today in the morning and its heavy shoulder day. My weakest body part. At this point, I haven’t eaten in almost 20 hours, only thing in my belly is water. We were up till midnight fucking and I was doing most of the work. Needless to say I didn’t take my meds at night, allergy pills in the morning, nor my pre workout. It was the shittiest shoulder day of all shoulder days

But I think I’m calmer now that its night and I’ve had time to process fucking this girl. Based on her tests and follow up conversations with me I’m not too enamored with where we are or where this is going (See screenshot)

https://imgur.com/a/OevLw4W

Cool girl, but I don’t want to fuck her or see her or date her. Kinda like a just leave me alone type of deal. She texting as I type this out telling me how her lips are raw, she’s got marks on her neck, and how I should come over. Fuck me dude

8/ META thoughts on me being a fucking loser virgin

I can’t win for losing bro. I want a girlfriend. I have a fucking expensive diamond already purchased ready for some girl to wear on her hand. Only thing I can attract are girls that wanna fuck, move way too fast into a relationship, and red-haired Pakistani girls who think I’m really attractive.

Something in the story is wrong. Over the course of the night she complimented me a few times. The best 2 comments I got, are as follows:

1/ You are better looking in person that on your photos…

2/ You fuck well

1/ You are better looking in person that on your photos… - I’m a solid 5/10. I’d say average on an average day. I’m not ugly, but I’m not pretty either. Just a normal Indian dude. What must be going through your brain for you to say that to me and be so turned on by me. Huh?! IDK

2/ Well this I kinda expected. She got off last night and I got off a couple times. I know what I’m doing in that department. Maximum hypebeast mode right here but I don’t let it get to my head. She wants it again tonight

I’m waiting for a girl/a fucking woman who exists in my dreams and I haven’t slept with her yet. I’m waiting and gonna keep grinding since that’s all we can do as players. Keep stacking my ELO till I find my woman in a glass castle

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