RE: My LTR Cost Me a Notch Thread
Oh if I had a nickel for every damn time. I was a raging white knight throughout high school and my first years of college. But my biggest banging regret? Strap in boys here we go.
Back in college in my sophomore year I joined the theatre club (which in my college was 75% aspiring young actress wannabes looking for approval and 25% artsy dudes) and in 2 weeks started banging a shit face but nice boobs 6. After a while it turned out that she was very close friends with another shit face nice boobs 6 that I was banging over the previous year. This girl (from the previous year) was absolutely fucking wild and at times she actually would talk to me about this friend she had in high school and used to joke about hooking us up ("hey Thing you're a boob guy, you'd like me to hook you up with this girl wouldn't you?" and showing party pics etc) but of course being a crazy hoe bag she would never. Anyway these two girls turned out to be best friends from high school, in the end she got jealous and started seeking commitment and I decided time to move on to bigger and better things.
I started attending the theatre club again. This time I got close with this absolutely gorgeous 18 year old 5 ft 10 half Turkish half Serbian girl. She was really into Shakespeare and I decided well I'll definitely let this one shake my spear, so we started going out. On the third date the weather was shit outside so I said hey why don't we go to my place I make us dinner and we hang out (I make absolutely gorgeous gourmet dishes and have always used this to my advantage) We went home, candlelight dinner and wine but problem was she only had 2 boyfriends before and had slept with neither of them (so virgin) and wanted to save it for someone special. (I didnt even get a blow job just hand stuff and make out) I said well two can play at this game, decided this girl was worth waiting for and just went along with it.
The only problem was she was very childish, she'd text me 30 times a day, expecting instant replies, and want to speak to me every night for an hour. For a few days it was OK but 1 week into this relationship, on a Thursday night, on the phone when I was about to hang up she interrupted "hey Thing haven't you forgot to say something?" I played dumb like what is it and she said "that you love me so much" I lost it at that point but kept it cool like "maybe I prefer the first time to be face to face" but I was burning up inside so I didn't respond to her calls or texts the next few days.
Anyway come Saturday night. Me and a friend at that time used to take on these freelance translation gigs. We spent the entire day in my apartment and powered through whatever was left and spent the rest of Saturday night chilling out. Around 3 am while we were trying to keep our eyes open watching the end of Star Wars episode 4, I got a call from this crazy hoe bag (that I was banging the previous year) I mentioned earlier. She said she's been out drinking with the girl I was with before that relationship I had, and another supposedly very slutty girl (I had heard quite a lot about her too) and she said they were piss ass drunk and needed a place to crash (I used to live alone in a very central area of Istanbul so my place was first resort for anyone who lived bum fuck nowhere and had been out drinking) She was speaking very suggestively and even said "Don't worry we will make it worth your trouble!" I told them I'd call them back in a few minutes then started thinking about the 1-week-long LTR that I was having, and whether if I was doing the right thing or not. I realized years later that, of course I was, because damn. I woke the dude up and told him about the thing and he said "your call bro, you know what I'll get out of your way". He had a LTR too and wasn't interested, even though I insisted "wait a second we can hang out the five of us" he left. I called the girls back and said yeah come on down.
The three girls came in about 20 minutes and they all were drunk out of their minds and all dressed very hot. The third girl I've never seen before was a very, very fine piece of ass too. They were all giggling and whispering to each other's ears. I greeted them in, and for some reason, in a condo packed full of Captain Morgan and Smirnoff, I decided to offer them tea. Yes, plain old fucking black tea. To this day I don't know what was going through my fucking mind and finally decided it's best left for archeologists to decide. I made the tea, they didn't have any and the two girls I had banged before said "we're just going to crash in your bedroom I hope its ok for you" I said why not and the two giggled away. I sat down on the living room couch fired up star wars episode 5 and the third girl lied face down next to me and started asking silly questions about the movie like "why is there so much ice" and "whats that guy riding". For some reason I didnt make any moves and just blew off her questions.
This went on for like 10 minutes, accompanied with loud giggling coming out from my bedroom. She finally got up jumped on me and started kissing my neck and ears. I didn't respond in any way. Then. Right when she went for my lips, in such a stellar way that would shame even the whitest of knights that lurk this forum; even though I'd love to believe an unholy force took over my mortal body and made me say them, these words came out of my lips:
" I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND I CAN'T DO THIS "
She jumped off me and said "whaaaaaat?" and to this day this very "what" echoes in my darkest dreams, wakes me up at nights covered in sweat and regret. I said "yeah" then gave her the couch, then went to sleep on an air mattress on the floor. Didn't even go into the bedroom to check out what was going on.
The next morning when I woke up, they were all gone. I never talked to any of them again.
The first time what the hell I did that night actually hit me was when I told about it to my bro on Monday. While I was trying to put the events of that night to words, it came to me that what an inaugural retard I had been, and I fucking kid you not, I could not put what I did into speech, my words actually got stuck in my throat and in the middle of that coffee shop we were sitting at, I burst into tears and cried for the first time in my adult life. I tried to get up from my seat and go to the restroom but couldn't my knees just gave way. There I was on my knees in the middle of the coffee shop, my eyes full of tears, and people staring at us probably thinking we were some gay couple and I just got dumped. I felt my brain disconnect from the rest of my body and just stood there on my knees for a while.
Then I came back to reality when my LTR called me. I answered. She said, "hey Thing, what's up, I haven't heard from you in a while. Didn't you miss me?" Snap! I came back to reality, and said "hey can you come to that starbucks down the street where I live? We need to talk"
She came in an hour. We sat down for about 20 minutes. I gave her the good old this is not working out and left.
There you go guys, the story of how I blew off the organic 3-girl foursome handed to me on a silver platter, to save an 11-day old 'long term relationship.'
After that event I never said 'no' to any girl who was DTF. I think I cheated on every single girlfriend I had since then. But I never got the 3-girl foursome opportunity ever again. Btw, aftermath: last summer I met up with that LTR girl in the story and finally got to bang her. Even though she put on a lot of weight and wasn't nearly as hot anymore, I gulped down 2 20mg Levitras and fucked the shit out of her until that shit was like sandpaper. Yes I got my revenge fuck, but the point of the story is: never turn down a notch for a LTR boys.
[Meta: For some reason I couldn't post it in one part. I got CloudFlare errors. It wasnt a character limit issue I just had to rephrase one part. I don't know what that was about.]
“Our great danger is not that we aim too high and fail, but that we aim too low and succeed.” ― Rollo Tomassi
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2015 10:51 AM by the Thing.)
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