Don't you need to worry son! Meet another virgin, that's me and I AM REALLY OK TO HAVE IT until I will be married ... Chillax my boi ... Don't get so worried about your future ... Try to find the light around you rather finding the dark corners ... Be optimistic and you will have it all

Yea I wasted 4 years at college doing a course that I was "highly encouraged" to do even though I had no interest in it. Even so I was highly shy at school and college and it never got me anywhere that I wanted to be

Not sure how to interpret your feelings of guilt? I don't see why I would feel guilty but I would still be annoyed that in comparison to most everyone I know I had to pay for it and they didn't. I do believe it will set my mind free but maybe you can shed more light on that?

I'd honestly say I think an escort is your BEST option, you've built sex up in your mind to something akin of an 'ultimate' goal.

I was a virgin until age 19, I was told that it was something for married individuals etc...

because of the emphasis i placed on the importancef of sex and what it represents I ended up marrying the woman I lost my virginity too, even though she was all types of wrong for me.

I'd say go for the escort, because if you do catch feelings it won't go anywhere, then maybe you can stop obsessing and start looking at potential girlfriends, as dating material instead of as avenues to 'rid' yourself of your 'perceived' problem.

I would suggest going somewhere where it's legal if you have the means, where it as at least regulated on some level. Singapore for example, then at the same time you get to experience the rest of the world and culture yourself, gives you something to talk about as well for the next girl you meet

I say go for it and meet at the lounge first for a drink ... and only have the correct amount of money on you for them ...no valuables ...
I can understand the scared part ... may try a older women ...experienced you'll never go back ... go for it ... just don't fall in love unless you have lots of $ lol again you have nothing really to loose and may give you a better out look on life to go after the women you want an not be so scared ...

lol my gawd! Just try talking to a girl. You don't have to even love her! Hang out. Do things together... and eventually feelings will develop and hand holdings will spring up and a kiss will lead to a touch and that tough will lead to sex probably in your living room. lol No need for an escort. Now go get some viagra and get you some!

seen the new NIKE t-shirt ? .....it says.....

................SWOOSH...........
.................just did it............
..................... ............

The biggest issue there is finding somewhere to start that isn't a waste of time or an eluded goal. My parents have suggested to do things such as Study a course at college. The issue I have there is that I would be tricking myself into doing a (Insert Course Name Here) with the intention of meeting someone for all you said to happen (which wouldn't because I am not the extraverted "I protect my woman because I can throw a brick through someone's window" type). I would be doing something for totally the wrong reasons. Same with other things they have suggested such as Sports or Dance/Yoga. I would be doing it for the wrong reasons. Oh and Besides Viagra is the last thing I need.

They not do a "just quit its easier" one yet?

If you're 27 then you better get busy.. Like Eddie Murphy said, your 20s are your f****** years...

If you spent all the time that you spend dissecting why you haven't been laid to just going out and meeting woman.. you would have been laid 15 times over by now.

I usually don't say this but here it makes sense... start thinking with your D***.. and stop over analyzing.. have some fun for a change JMO

Well said..

Well I thought I would unearth this old thread!

This may help or hinder others further but at least other people know.

So I chose to go down the road of Escorting Myself To Freedom.

My expectation was that afterwards a huge weight would be lifted off my mind and that since its no longer on my mind that my mind would be free to run wild and that my life would move forward in leaps instead of mini steps.

It has been around 4 weeks since the "deed" was done. I can safely say this: I didn't feel a single pound of weight be remove from my mind. My mind has less to think about and is now just as useful as it was and hasn't excelled like a bullet train to new heights.

The following is the ordeal I went through to attempt to cure myself of psychological trauma.

I had a week off work at last and thought it would be a great idea to solve problems. I booked an appointment at the doctor to see if I could get some help with potentially having some form of Autism. With such help the aim was to go back to study and with successful diagnosis I would receive aides for learning allowing me to succeed in my chosen subject of IT. I also got a dentist appointment for the tooth that has given me pain for the last 6 months at least. Finally on the Tuesday I booked an escort for the upcoming Sunday. At the same time I booked a room which I could have from 2pm onwards. Not wanting to wait around, I booked the escort for 2pm also.

Had the doctors appointment which they have informed me that in order to get a proper diagnosis I would have to go to a specialist practice which will cost money for proper tests etc. At the dentist, not only does my annoying Wisdom tooth have to come out, so did my remaining 2. And throughout Tuesday to Sunday any time I thought about the date with destiny that I had, I got butterflies and was feeling fairly nervous days before the penultimate day.

Sunday arrived. No-one knows what I have planned. I have pretended to my brother and parents that I am meeting an old friend in town at half one. Annoyingly my parents ask to be dropped off in town which is in the opposite direction to where I needed to be. After dropping them off I went and U-Turned to the hotel room I had booked. I arrived at about 1.40pm and sorted it so that all my belongings were safe in the car. All I had on me were my car keys and phone (which I hid in the room) and the money to pay the escort. I got my room key and headed to the room. In the room at 1.45pm. I am sat on a mini sofa almost clock watching. 2pm arrives. No-one. 2.15pm arrives. No-one. 2.30pm arrives. No-one. At this point, I went to my car because it was the only place I could get signal. I message the number that messaged me to confirm the booking of the escort, to no reply. I text it again and nothing. I rang the number and it just rang and rang. I emailed the company and nothing and when I booked last time they got straight in touch so I thought to book the same girl again and this time nothing.

Heart broken I thought I'd lost my room fee for nothing. I was sat in my car virtually parked just outside the room I had booked. I thought that I can't go home just yet because I have barely been out an hour. Then I realised that my room fee hadn't gone to waste. I could just about connect to the wifi from my car and googled escorts in my area. I found another company and picked the escort I wanted. I rang them at about 3.30pm so I had been sat in the car contemplating for about an hour. When I rang them they said that they only book 2 hours in front as I had tried booking for 7'o'Clock. So I decided to go off and play a sport I have recently been getting into. So I was knocking a few balls around the golf course and made it look like it was me and my pretend friend that were playing in case anyone asked what I got up to.

After golf I returned home just before 5 in anticipation for tea. Whilst at home my mate texts and asks to play snooker later. I agreed but told him he'd have to wait a little while (because of the deed I was going to try and fit in beforehand). Tea landed at 6 and at 6.30pm I told the family I was going to play snooker.

I bombed it back to the hotel, a couple of minutes drive from home. I rang up the company I rang earlier to back the escort that I wanted. This was at about 6.45pm. They said that I would be looking at about 9pm. I told them fine. I knew the first company were going to bring the protection but I didn't know if this one was so I thought I better source some since I have 2 hours spare. I kept delaying my friend who got in touch with my brother. So my friend and brother went snooker and played whilst waiting for me. I went to the supermarket for some protection, only to realise they shut early on sundays. So after much thought I remembered the pub next door to the hotel would have a machine in the toilets. I went to the pub next door and ordered a cordial for a bank breaking 30p. Then slipped into the toilet and bought my protection. After spending until about 8pm in the pub, I went back to the car and watched the entrance for my joyride. At 8.45pm I rang the company, since the first let me down, to make sure she was en route. Upon ringing they said that the client she was with had booked her for another hour.

No matter. So after another hour of eluding my brother and friend to my whereabouts, I rang up again, this time at 9.45pm. The response this time was the she had been booked for another 3 hours. At this point I was fuming inside. I had waited and waited and waited almost all week for this and this is what I get. Instead the person on the end of the phone said that they had another girl if I was interested who is the same age as the first but her bust size was smaller. At this point I wanted the deed done no matter what so I agreed. They passed her my number and she rang. I told her that I had been in the car for the last 2 hours because of signal and she said to go to the room and she should be there for about 10.30pm. So back in the room with money in an envelope and my belongings hidden away again I lay on the bed and watched Match of the Day.

Getting more and more negative about whether it is actually going to happen I don't clock watch all that much. I saw 10.20pm and wasn't nervous because I was doubting anyone would show up. got to 10.40pm and still nothing. At 10.55pm I get a knock at the door. I wasn't exactly nervous at this point, just relieved that someone finally chose to turn up. She came in and counted the money, she rang her boss to confirm she was there but had to go outside because of signal which made me think she might just run off with my money but she did leave her bag. After she confirmed she was working and was informed of my actionless past she assumed control as I wanted her to. I didn't know what to expect or what to do.

She quickly convinced the clothes to come off and asked what I wanted to get out of the hour I had paid for. Shortly after the first thing that occurred was the BJ. Now this did feel quite amazing but only when I shut my eyes. The escort I wanted compared to the one I got was quite a drop on the attractive scale. After much persuasion the tool did get hard and so now with a plastic over it we started to do the very thing that had plagued my mind for over a decade. Was it nerves or the fact that she was unattractive because my hard soldier turned soft ever too quickly. I thought regardless when I see a cave my soldier would dive in like a rock. So after that let down we went back to the BJ to harden the soldier up again. Felt amazing again but when the plastic bag went back on and the soldier went back in, it deflated again. I did a little more than I have mentioned but that is mostly obsolete. After trying anything I could to keep my soldier marching on and failed it was time for her to go. The was it, my hour was up and it was game over. I had not blown my load and it was now midnight. My brother and mate were angry at me to say the least for delaying them all night with reason and I was annoyed that I had hyped up assumptions of the whole ordeal and left mostly unchanged. It really made me think what kind of people would brag about sex as the worlds big and best thing, only to do it and think well the BJ was better and a wank is easily better. That night it took me 2 and half hours to manipulate the load to come out and golly it came out in a truck load.

The experience made me think that in order to repay the world a debt, that I need to brag the arse off of how delicious Manure Sandwiches are and convince people the are the next big thing. Because until you try them, you aint ever gonna know. Oh and to try and make it more realistic, everyone has tried them and everyone else thinks that they are the best and everyone else can't stop bragging about them also but since everyone has already had theirs there are almost none left so you are now going to have to spend the next decade trying to find one and when you do find one after 10 years of everyone bragging to you almost none stop, that first bite will taste like ****.

I have been known for writing essays but really I am trying to get the message across to other people in my boat that actually you will appreciate a wank a whole lot better

Thank you for sharing. Can I get Cliff's Notes of that missive?

Yikes..that was like reading a train-wreck.
Well, so, uh...well.

You read that? Would you be so kind as to provide a one or two sentence summary?

anyone smell that? .... like living next to a fishery...

Hooker did deed, client still traumatized,
Viagra needed now.

thanks for sharing

And now those who read that will also be traumatized?