Middle school or early high school (I don't understand well your USA system), one girl asked me to be her bf (maybe as a joke idk, her 2 friends were with her and basically told her to speak to me), i literally did a 180 and said bye, just wasn't into those things yet, only cared about watching Digimon and stuff. Typical nerd with thick glasses.

I always considered her physically unattractive but she was mostly a sweet heart with everyone, soft spoken, her mom was a religion teacher at our school.

Anyways, next year, hormones were doing its job I guess, she looked the same ugly duckling to me, but she also... I dunno, like something was calling me towards her. Funnily enough we got closer and for a short while became friends (since we got paired to do homework and stuff together a couple of times at school) and I though many years later, even to this day "man, I should've said yes, even if it was a prank or a short thing".

She became the girlfriend of the only "jock" (for you Americans) of the class about 3 months after my "rejection".

And that pretty much is my only type of relationship with the other sex. Never felt in love or got into a relationship. Even if the whole thing was a cruel prank to make fun of me, that would've been better than not experiencing anything and still dateless to this day. Especially since as a kid you don't need money, dress well, speak well or a car to really start dating (especially in a poor country like mine), meanwhile as an adult in mid 30s, in Europe is basically mandatory plus having great social skills.

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[–] archonet@lemy.lol 3 points 12 hours ago* (last edited 12 hours ago)

take it from someone who thought they had the real thing and then got rugpulled -- told me, via text on Christmas morning, they never meant anything they said they'd felt after a few months -- I was much happier for the first 23 years I was alone, never having had a relationship, than I've been in the 4 years since, knowing what I'm missing, spending much of that time trying and failing to have one again. I had just enough time to believe it was real, just enough time to get attached to spending nights with him, cuddling and watching movies. I still miss that. I spent years going over in my head what I could've done, should've done, didn't do, didn't have; torturing myself over why I wasn't enough. I still hate Christmas. It used to be my favorite holiday, now I'm a Halloween kinda guy.

The people who say "it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" are full of shit. I miss being on autopilot. I miss being able to just not care that much about romantic relationships because I didn't know what I was missing -- I mean sure, I knew what they involved, but I hadn't felt it before. Cherish that lack of experience while you have it, because in all likelihood, you're not going to find "the one" on your first try either, and the sting of loneliness you feel now will be nothing compared to the way you'll feel after your first breakup.