<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:06:21.231+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GALRITPOG - Ruined Love Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1648098761823646372</id><published>2009-09-01T03:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:10:21.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #118</title><content type='html'>So here's my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4-5 days ago I think I may have missed the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back-story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mountaineering in the Alps ticking off 4000m peaks when I managed to injure my Achilles Tendon. The result of this was that on the final day I had to sit out on when my dad and our guide were climbing the Holograt of the Allalinhorn. There was a mountain restaurant/viewing a few hundred meters below the peak with a vernacular railway for skiers and such. (It was near the Saas Fe ski resort popular with the national snowboarding and skiing teams because of it's glacier skiing. The plan was that we would get up early and then take the railway up where it could stop halfway. At this point my dad and the guide got out and walked up the glacier and the mountain. I took it the rest of the way to the restaurant to wait for them at lunch time (Mountaineering has to be done in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I sat around for a while, read a book, a newspaper etc and waited until they arrived back. Now soon after I arrived at the restaurant all the ski-brats from the national teams arrived and started getting up so I hid upstairs on the veranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few hours past... I got horrendously sunburnt without realising it despite my generous lathering of factor 50 cream on my face.... then we got to the moment of importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sunburn I had decided to sit in a more public spot where there was a bit more shade. This was basically a park bench and I sat on one side and put my rucksack on the seat next to me. A few hours passed as I got into quite a good book but eventually one of the snowboarders came up from the glacier and sat on the bench opposite me. She had obviously injured her leg or something and started taking off her gear and putting ice while making a lot of groans of pain. Occasionally we would exchange looks but she basically carried on with her business and I carried on with mine. Unfortunately I was a little distracted and quickly got bored of my book and took out the newspaper and then the ipod but I could not concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I had no idea how to initiate conversation because you see when you are in Switzerland where there are lots of national teams you don't know whether you should address them in any number of languages. I think she had seen what I was reading so she probably knew I spoke English but I wasn't entirely sure. I then heard a bit of her music as she turned her head (these snowboarders and their personal mp3 players) and heard loud hip-hop in the English language. This greatly increased the probability but I still could not be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got her lunch out and kinda looked at me a bit but I still wasn't saying anything. In fact at this point my social anxiety and the high altitude had kinda started to make me shake a little with fear and anxiety. I just carried on reading and she put her lunch away again. She then stood up took a long hard look at me and walked (well hobbled) away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat there shaking unable to control myself and then packed up my things and went for a walk around to try and calm down. A few hours later my dad finished his climb and I told him that my time had been uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In discussion with a friend I have decided that I missed out on a golden opportunity to meet someone interesting and athletic... what would you have done in this position?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1648098761823646372?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1648098761823646372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-118.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1648098761823646372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1648098761823646372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-118.html' title='Story #118'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1565950623989146458</id><published>2009-08-16T15:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:50:10.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #117</title><content type='html'>About 7 months ago I met this girl over msn. She was from my town. We started chatting A LOT, which soon turned into often, 1 hour phone conversations. I was nuts for her, and we spend most of the day chatting or talking. Soon we started going out. She knew how I felt and she said she felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Christmas Eve, she tells me she's going to start dating her ex again. After about a month I started talking again, and after 5 months I stopped obsessing and being depressed over her. A few days ago, 7 months later, I saw her. It all came back, all the sadness and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my ruined love story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1565950623989146458?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1565950623989146458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-117.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1565950623989146458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1565950623989146458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-117.html' title='Story #117'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3554851278725861806</id><published>2009-08-15T04:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:54:39.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #116</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, it was in the long long long ago time, when WotLK had just opened and I came back to wow to see new people in my guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them was a young girl named Elannor.&lt;br /&gt;we started off with talking and some light flirting, the way things are, mostly just for funtiems to make the levelling go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day some1 makes a silly comment about big dicks to which Elannor replies: "The bigger they are the more I like them!" to which I responded: "Hell you'd love me then." "Pic or it didn't happen!" next thing I know I have her added on MSN, and am standing nude in my room taking a picture of my penis.....&lt;br /&gt;(FYI her answer to said picture was: O.O You weren't lying!)&lt;br /&gt;From there on we kept talking whenever we where on WoW, and on MSN whenever we weren't, did instances and quests and stuff together and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling something that was suspiciously much more then just friendship for this midget of a mage.&lt;br /&gt;I realised for sure what I was feeling when I got in my car to drive home from work and the foremost thought in my head was: "I cant wait to get home to talk to Elannor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time the guild was planning an IRL meet among the officers.&lt;br /&gt;So I figured I'd wait until then to tell her what I was feeling, thinking it would be more special IRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on January 18th we where sitting up late talking and both having a few drinks each, we just hit it off so well and had so much fun that night (including me beating the crap out of her snotty #*%**!% of an ex in duels up and down through Elwynn for several hours as he refused to surrender.)&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't hold it in any more and finally told her what I felt, and she seemed to fall silent for the longest time and I thought: "#!##... Now I've overplayed my hand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the answer came, and it was so much more perfect then anything I could ever imagine:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any idea how happy I am now? I have been hoping for so long you'd say that, and I've been wanting to say it to you too for so long, but I was afraid to act without having any hint of whether you felt the same or if it was still just playful flirting. I Love You Too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3554851278725861806?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3554851278725861806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-116.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3554851278725861806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3554851278725861806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-116.html' title='Story #116'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1878152573590684748</id><published>2009-08-15T04:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:48:11.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #115</title><content type='html'>Weeell my first relationship was with some 18 year old friend I had a crush on, over the internet (I was 15 at the time). He'd just rebounded when he broke up with his girlfriend 'cause she cheated on him or something (Funny, he cheated on her plenty of times ¬¬), aaand it only lasted nine days. He dumped me through my best friend (As in got her to send the bad news it was over) and I was upset about it for maybe a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he hooked up with a tranny who beat him, durrhurr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1878152573590684748?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1878152573590684748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-115.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1878152573590684748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1878152573590684748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-115.html' title='Story #115'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1890431478726522583</id><published>2009-07-31T02:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:10:59.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #114</title><content type='html'>I think I'll share some stories (Yes I actually have 2 soap opera stories ;_;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back around 2 years ago I had some problems at school I had been sent to a school with a lower ''level'' of education because I suffered from a sleeping disorder the past year, and my grades dropped to below required to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my new school, I didn't fit in at all, I was actually much smarter then the level (I'm now at a school 2 ''levels'' higher which is quite a lot) and the kids there just weren't my kind of people at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no friends there at all, and I really didn't have anything to do in the breaks between classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one time while I was sitting in the school lunch room or whatever you may call it, sitting alone at a table studying, when I loose concentration, I look over 10 meters away or so are 2 girls talking, and for some reason 1 of these girls was one of the only ones who seemed like my type and was very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took it upon myself to walk over and start a conversation out of nothing (I would normally never do this, but hey that school was awful I couldn't do anything else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short version, it ended extremely well and I got together with the girl, her close friend though seemed to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I went over to her house and we kinda made it official and I had quite a time at her house (not sex just kissing and cuddling, she seemed to be crazy about me at the time..) This was the first time we had really done anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day later, at school I hear she doesn't want anything to do with me because her friend has spread some lies about me talking about her behind her back or something about something I don't even remember what she said, I was hardly listening to the details when I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;I said that what her friend told her was completely untrue, however she replied with ''She's my best friend I've known for 11 years, I trust her more then you sorry'' and wouldn't speak a word more after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was kinda a sad moment :( but I got over that since I got out of that school with an I.Q test 2 weeks later. (And maybe a double date 1 week later had something to do with it ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a second story, but I might put that up some other time, maybe in another version of the same thread. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1890431478726522583?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1890431478726522583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-114.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1890431478726522583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1890431478726522583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-114.html' title='Story #114'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-9209626686147103911</id><published>2009-07-14T10:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:38:04.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #113</title><content type='html'>So this girl was in the same class as me 1 year at school, and we got to know each other really fast. Turned out, she was engaged. It's ok by me, as I didn't have many female friends at the time. after a few months I was pretty much in love with her. She was my dream girl, and she still is. So this one night we were lying in her bed watching a movie, and she suddenly asks me to cuddle with her. Of course I do, and one thing leads to another and we get it on, you know. And she has a really fit body, so sexy&lt;3 Anyway, this goes on and off since she couldn't decide between me and her fiancé. Eventually I get tired of being a second choice, so I tell it to her. Some drama follows, and I move away to study. Turns out she moved to the same city a few months after me. We get together again, being good friends and being on and off friends with benefits. At this point she has broken with her fiancé, but that didn't stop him from bugging her a lot, still. I quit school and move home, she moved home(45 minute drive from me) a few weeks after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she knows I love her, and I think she loves me too. She knows she can get me any time she wants. I just don't think she knows what she want. It's been 2 years since I met her, and I'm getting tired of the chasing, to be honest. I don't meet her a lot lately, since she works 3 jobs this summer, and doesn't have much free time. I just don't get it. Am I being used for my body?:( Although, she isn't like that. She's a very kind and caring person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-9209626686147103911?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/9209626686147103911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-113.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9209626686147103911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9209626686147103911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-113.html' title='Story #113'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6387059058792753789</id><published>2009-07-10T05:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:39:19.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #112</title><content type='html'>I just got my own wrecked love story. GREAT huh? You're all gonna be reading this just 'cause you're bored, but hey, I REALLY need to put this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to a new working place, it was fun, found some friends and just fooled around with some old ones, was all great. And then , there she was, the girl I was gonna fall insanely in love with. We hung out a bit, she was into sports (slalom-roller-skating) and I myself have been practising Parkour for about 3 years. So we went to the nearby city and practised. I found myself happier then ever (I had just gotten out of a depression ... long story, so much happening that I could not take it any more..and she helped me get over it) .. And that day, was the one that I fell in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN LOVE! &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was sooo perfect. She was all I wanted, she was the best looking girl evar, and she had the best personality I could ever wish for... And so it went on , month after month..everything going great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until last night, about 29 hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing some guitar, which we both liked to do..And suddenly, the words pop out; "Dear..I have a problem" me, being worried something happened with her parents, as they had some problems, sat down next to her... asking her, "What's wrong ?"..&lt;br /&gt;The reply I got was not what I had thought I'd get...."I love you...but I love you more as a best friend then as you know, a boyfriend.." Me shocked, was asking the typical "why?!" ... to my shock I got the reply;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking this for months, and lately I've gotten more sure. I feel attracted to girls, more so then boys...I think I'm lesbian...And going on with you, makes it all seem a lie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me dreaded..to say the least. She was my first, and worst love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're best friends, as she wished, we watched a movie today, her lying against me, hand in hand...yet different. Afterwards, we lied down, and she lied on my shoulder...but still she said that she's really sure of what she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we're gonna do all kinds of fun stuff , to make us forget all the hard things we need to go through. We wanna keep a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this, and many more things, after we broke up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;And that, I guess, is the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;"She loves you, and you love her"&lt;br /&gt;Funny to think that's the way we were&lt;br /&gt;So much love used to be there&lt;br /&gt;Then, somehow, it vanished into thin air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;when you first caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;when we first said "HI."&lt;br /&gt;When we first started going out,&lt;br /&gt;And when I could finally hold you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;And now, I also remember the day, so short ago,&lt;br /&gt;The day you broke my heart; When it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say a broken heart is like a shattered vase&lt;br /&gt;Fragile pieces scattered all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm Dreaming through my reflection&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what has happened&lt;br /&gt;What has caused this distance&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling close to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I smile, just to hide what's real,&lt;br /&gt;To hide from you, what I can only feel,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you, to get my mind of things,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the times I cannot, Fills me with endless stings,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feel like I don't want to go back to sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;So I just remain sitting here, staring endless at my bed,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know, that it will make me see, this horrific sight,&lt;br /&gt;The passing of all the things, you've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could say I love you&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;you wish and wish with all your might&lt;br /&gt;Yet I only wish, that us both together, could be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you if you read it through..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6387059058792753789?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6387059058792753789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-112.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6387059058792753789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6387059058792753789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-112.html' title='Story #112'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1567865499461997602</id><published>2009-06-23T23:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:48:43.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #111</title><content type='html'>Now before we start, you've got to understand this girl was my first *everything*. Girlfriend, Kiss, ... You get the picture. It should also be noted that at the time it started.. we were 13. So yeah, its ever so surprising no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the actual story, of sorts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd liked each other since the start of year 9.. apparently. I can't recall that year at all. But we didn't do anything. Then year 10 rolled around, and we got together. Everything goes really well at first, really enjoy her company, looking at her, kissing her, I thought she was #*!#ing fantastic. And people were jealous of me for having her. She lived 2 minutes away, on the same road [She now lives on a parallel road -.-'], I spent as much time with her as possible. Stuff stayed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she cheated on me. Pretty much opened a new relationship without finishing ours, we'd gone through a rough patch for whatever reason, I thought we were coming out okay. Then she did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became pretty well uh, emo [I know it was stupid, but hell]. I became permanently ill, wasn't hungry, would barely eat, my grades slipped horrible [From an A* in most everything to maybe a B tops in most]. That lasted about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, through persistence, I managed to make her cheat on him. We got back together, stay together for a while. Then summer rolls by, I don't leave the house much, finally get a char to 70, etc) but we still talk quite a bit, but by this time she'd ended up becoming really quite obsessive [There's still a possibility she's Bipolar].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of it is less hard to do, because pretty much its the same. We'd break up, or she'd want a gap, I'd keep pushing, we'd get together, then she'd go to a party, kiss another guy, say oh I'm sorry. I'd forgive her. Rinse and repeat 4 more times. I ended up being a 'booty call' to her. Not a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally called it a few months ago, when she was insisting she didn't want to be together. And then guess what, "Oh wait Sue [I am Male.. its a weird nickname I have at High School] I love you, I want to be with you, me saying I didn't want a relationship was all a LIE". But needless to say, I didn't go back to her at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably explain, she wasn't a 'normal' girl. She'd been abused/witnessed abuse to her mother by her father. My mother runs a Women's Refuge, so I thought meh, I can deal with it. Then came the other stuff, being clingy, she'd go from Emo-Hyper like *that*. I got really emotionally involved. Wanted to help her, and I was reliant on her. My confidence wasn't at a great high. Ever. And the way she so freely flitted from one guy to another just made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, that's it. In a really jumbled manner. She was a bitch. I was stupid. We were both 13-16 [Well.. I'm nearly there!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in other news, I've managed to like a genuinely nice, actually pretty [I feel that old one is frikkin' atrocious to look at now] girl, who actually likes me back. I have the feeling its good, I've already gained a job because of it :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, laugh at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1567865499461997602?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1567865499461997602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-111.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1567865499461997602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1567865499461997602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-111.html' title='Story #111'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2008744427709581381</id><published>2009-06-21T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:12:34.199+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #110</title><content type='html'>So I guess it's my turn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story began when I met a young fellow whose name I won't mention. We were friends for some time but I began to notice some things about him that worried me. He was aggressive and confrontational and seemed to enjoy being hated. Being someone of a kind nature I took it upon myself to help him through these things which I believed was the result of the death of his father. Things went well for a while, he was still angry and cruel, but he would stop if I requested it and when no one else was around he opened up to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return I told him some things about me that I had told no one previously. My desire to help him increased as I believed he wasn't so bad after all, then things went downhill. He was moody and said that we should break up 'cause we were getting nothing out of it. I was crushed of course as I was certain he would become exactly what he was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did, and we would argue constantly with both of us ending up in tears because of the harsh things the other had said. Then one day he says he has to cut all ties with me to try and get over me. Some of the hardest days I have experienced since I was constantly worrying about him and wanting to know if he was ok. We both were asking mutual friends about each other and how we were doing, and then he decides to talk to me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reverted to arguing constantly but we cared about each other and that was really the only reason we were arguing. He began to open up to me again, and I tried to help out the best I could despite our bond being ruined over the arguments. Then I made the mistake of letting slip a lie he had told to a friend, he text me saying "YOU *!#@ING !%@#@ IF I FIND YOU I'LL *!#@ING KILL YOU". I was afraid over what he would do, and our arguments turned to me begging him to stop and asking for forgiveness when he was in a bad mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still would not shy away from helping him. Things steadily got worse until one time we argued he used all of those things I had told him about my life against me and I was heartbroken and hurt since I would never betray the things he had told me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the final straw for me and we cut contact for a while, I wouldn't block him or anything and he didn't block me, I asked him to respect that he wasn't to talk to me without that being forced and he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he reopened contact again, I missed him a lot so I allowed it. We slowly became friends again and now we are shaky but it's better than nothing. He is a better person now but he still gets a bit iffy if I mention my current bf, and he doesn't know that I still miss him nor does he know that my bf dislikes that I still talk to him and still do what I can to help him. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2008744427709581381?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2008744427709581381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2008744427709581381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2008744427709581381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-110.html' title='Story #110'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8666946014561782762</id><published>2009-06-16T18:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:44:30.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #109</title><content type='html'>This is where I got friendship zoned hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at college and I had just moved to the area and didn’t know any one so I was feeling rather like the odd one out as every one else starting went to school together. And I was on a engineering course full of guys apart for this one girl now like me she was a real misfit being the only girl and non alternative person in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two weeks into the course I still had made very few friends in the area and was sitting alone outside on my brake enjoying the little sunshine we got that summer and she comes up and starts to talk to me and we become best friends. Then we get a lot closer over the next few weeks with my head starting to think of her in other ways and I start to hang out with more and more people form the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts to get interested in me sexually she even started playing wow and dressing more alliteratively to . but at this point I’m not noticing as I knew she was with some one at the time and I was busy trying to make some more mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later me and her were hanging out in town, eating sweets on a wall and taking the piss of the people that walked past. This is where the spark hit me I realized I how much I like her and she likes me, at the time I was to shy to kiss her though I knew she wanted me to. I keep looking back at that one moment in time knowing that's where most things went wrong for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing happens for a long time, while I’m working up the courage to ask her out and she was losing interest in me at this point and was gaining interest in my best mast form my old home town. I finally asked her out when it was to late and she told me I was just a very good friend now and couldn’t go out with me because she didn’t want to loose such a good mate and I realized I had taken so long I was put in to the friendship zone and now every time I see her my heart sinks thinking on what i missed out on but I cant stop seeing her because of how much pain I would put her though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8666946014561782762?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8666946014561782762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8666946014561782762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8666946014561782762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-109.html' title='Story #109'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3064933023840480622</id><published>2009-06-16T05:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:25:45.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #108</title><content type='html'>Anyway... guess it's time to add one... Long story, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back (just after I turned 19), I was visiting a mate up north. We were gonna watch a few movies and invited a friend of ours,&lt;br /&gt;and she brought along another friend who she said we'd like. She was very right! Absolutely my type of girl.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, sweet, jet black hair down to her waist and basically damn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for a while, before flipping on the film and started with our usual routine with our friend (giving each other&lt;br /&gt;back rubs and cuddling and whatnot. Just friendly). The other girl (referred to as T from now on) offered to scratch my back.&lt;br /&gt;Being a guy who loves that, I very much welcomed it. It ended up with her not only scratching my back and neck, but my chest,&lt;br /&gt;stomach and waist too, for over 3 hours, which turned me on like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;It was quickly determined that we were really attracted to each other, but she was engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, the relationship was already going downhill. So we started seeing each other when we could and messed around a bit, until she finally broke up with her fiancée. Unfortunately, he'd just left the army and needed to live with her until he found a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fine by me, I'm not a heartless bastard. But he got hold of her phone, and found some text messages from and to me and all hell broke loose. Suddenly I enjoyed a crapload of texts from him about how he was f**king her every chance he got,&lt;br /&gt;how she gave him a #%**!!* in the bathroom at work and so on...&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to believe it, but it started really putting a strain on our relationship. Especially since I had to go back south&lt;br /&gt;(other side of the bloody country even).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night he calls me at about 2am. I figure "What the hell. I'll see what he has to say." and answer.&lt;br /&gt;He says nothing. So I wait a bit. Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I decide "F*** it. I'll let him waste money on the call."&lt;br /&gt;Then I do hear something. So listen more closely.&lt;br /&gt;I hear it again. Then again, a bit more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Then I recognize it. It's a girl moaning.&lt;br /&gt;And I recognize the moans. It's is indeed T.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sitting in my tiny 2x3m room, listening to my gf having sex some !*!*#%! who's been trying to terrorize me&lt;br /&gt;for months.&lt;br /&gt;I was literally shaking with rage and about to loose it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited a few minutes and smoked about 12 cigs, before sending her a text. She called me and made a tearful apology,&lt;br /&gt;while the bastard claimed he'd bumped into his phone and called me by mistake (riiiiiight..). Of course, this made me sure pretty much everything he claimed in his charming texts was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cba to write any more atm (already a wall of text), so to be continued, I guess.... (yes, more crap happened).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3064933023840480622?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3064933023840480622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3064933023840480622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3064933023840480622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-108.html' title='Story #108'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-980313195176599692</id><published>2009-06-16T05:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:18:39.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #107</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl some months ago, and we started out as just friends. She was someone I could talk to and she could talk to me. At the time I was pretty down and she was really caring and managed to cheer me up quite a bit. After a while she started telling me more personal stuff about her as well. How she was most likely unable to get children, how bad her boyfriend treated her, etc.. I just tried to give her the best advice I could and we just grew closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bit later again she told me she loved me and would break up with they boyfriend that treated her so bad to be with me. So that happened and we became a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things pretty much instantly went bad. I couldn't even talk to a girl without her going mental on me. I couldn't do anything without her or the same thing would happen. Everything I did would basically lead to an enormous fight and I'd just spent hours and hours apologizing for... I don't even know what for, I didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept going on and on till one day she dumped me simply telling me: I love you but I'm not ready for a relationship. I'm a bit stunned but nothing I could do. Though, two days later it turns out she's going with one of my friends. Needless to say I felt pretty used and more then stabbed in the back by my friend. She was now even more involved in the life of my friends, and felt the need to spread pretty horrible lies about me to them. So I kinda ended up alone. People that I knew for ages now suddenly thought bad of me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time I found out more things though. the 'not being able to have children thing' was a lie. her ex-boyfriend didn't threat her bad, she cheated on him with some random guy who loved her and then left him heartbroken like a piece of garbage. Now today she is no longer with my friend cause she cheated on him with a friend of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit of a messed up situation and I can't stop thinking I should have judged her better and stayed away. Seems now she's finally out my circle of friends and I can move on. People came to their senses and i got all these apologies but I guess it somehow still stings. But at least things are getting better and going back to how it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out I dated Satan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-980313195176599692?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/980313195176599692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-107.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/980313195176599692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/980313195176599692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-107.html' title='Story #107'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6181321934969388472</id><published>2009-06-16T05:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:14:42.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #106</title><content type='html'>Here's my story :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at a new school (gymnasium) and there was this party for all of the new students(few hundred ppl)&lt;br /&gt;so at this party I hooked up with a pretty hot chick, had a drink and spoke with her, exchanged numbers, it was all cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was totally my type, scene kinda style, listens to metal, plays WoW etc, everything was perfect. she even texted me later that night, on my way home from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later I went to her place to watch some movie, have some beers and just chill, was pretty awesome, really thought we could have something going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next day when I was at work I texted her asking what her plans for the weekend were and i got this reply: gonna go to my boyfriends place Friday and to a birthday Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&gt;go to my boyfriends place&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my boyfriends place&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point I simply lost it, I took the nearest crate of beer, 24 glass bottles and just threw it as far as I could, (was working at a grocery store) and was unable to thing one positive thought rest of that week :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%!%* it writing this gets me all sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6181321934969388472?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6181321934969388472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-106.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6181321934969388472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6181321934969388472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-106.html' title='Story #106'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3022215756696529754</id><published>2009-06-15T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:46:05.211+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #105</title><content type='html'>Not much to share any more to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a friend, he started to like me, apparently not "really", was confused. I got confused, thought I had feelings as well, but wasn't sure. When I admit to them, he doesn't like me any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight, contact, no contact etc. Him falling for girls that don't treat him very nicely, me listening to it. Ending up being jealous and so on. Wanting him to be happy, but only #@@*ing everything up by acting like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having his (now ex gf) telling me to leave him alone etc (does ring a bell? That's right, I posted the story under an alt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We not talking for 2 months, last thing I said to him was that I hoped he would be driven over by a bus, very nice I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then him starting to talk again when his relation not going too well, me trying to cheer him up. Was just a friend, tried to keep him at distance, failed, fell for him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we said goodbye, same ending as last time, but without the "I hope you get overrun by a bus." Telling a complete stranger(friend of his) to take care of him, because I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both want each other to be happy, but we do the complete opposite, so it's best this way. I just wish I could shake these feelings off and be just a friend as he is a good guy, but meh. I can't. I'm stupid and an idiot for caring so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, him liking me was a mistake, or however you can describe it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't care less that I'm posting this under a main any more, so if people wanna mock me, go ahead, I really don't care about it at all. Can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost him, our friendship, again and it's a #@@*ed up feeling that's all I can say. Just cause I fail being "just a friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3022215756696529754?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3022215756696529754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-105.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3022215756696529754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3022215756696529754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-105.html' title='Story #105'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4728676646813872677</id><published>2009-06-15T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:43:34.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #104</title><content type='html'>So I suppose I best add my 2 liner ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to work in London at this telecom company about 10-11 years ago, there was this very nice ;-) lass called Charlotte who use to deliver the sandwiches there, absolutely stunning! and we got on well, really lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day I'm working in this room with all the equipment and she comes in, puts the basket on the floor and bends down (unusual as there was a table there!) so I swear that top button wasn't usually undone, but anyway I wont distract you all hehe ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bent down also, she said words to the effect of "do you see anything you fancy?" I was going to come out with the perfect line as it occurred to me for about 2-3 secs that she could actually like me ;-) anyway, she also told me she was leaving (job or this area she covered), and silly me just rushing around with my job... doh!! and I still had the time to pop down and see her before she went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, morale of the story is don't waste opportunities when they arise, you never know where you could end up :) still regret that to this day, but my fault entirely for not taking the chance, so be warned ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4728676646813872677?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4728676646813872677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-104.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4728676646813872677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4728676646813872677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-104.html' title='Story #104'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6208009117457313048</id><published>2009-06-15T22:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:42:14.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #103</title><content type='html'>WALL OF TEXT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just need to vent, and I don't know where else to turn. Everyone is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really ruined, or so I hope. Could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some background: (the short version)&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl from The Netherlands about 2 years ago on WoW (fun), we got talking through her (then) boyfriend, who had just joined my guild and it was all fun. We kept on talking and became great friends, texting each other during the day and playing/chatting in the evenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while (after about 6-7 months) we kind of stopped talking, just the occasional chat, don't really know why but yeah. Started talking again after/during the summer of '08 and we had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This January ('09) she broke up with her boyfriend of about 2 years. I had been taking a break from WoW for about 2-3 months and to help her get back on her feet etc, I decided to buy WoW time in February to spend time with her. For the next three days we basically spent every waking hour together, levelling blood elves on some server picked at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I already knew she was great and all, but after about a week I started to develop feelings of love for her. Of course, I couldn't tell her that I was in love with her so soon after she broke up with her boyfriend and so on. She noticed that something was wrong, asked me what it was and I said "Oh, it's nothing, just feeling a little bad." and she responded with "okay, but you can talk to me about anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going great. I told her that I thought I was in love with her 3 days after that conversation, and I felt really bad, as if I had betrayed our friendship. Apparently she was just flattered and everything went on as normal. A while after that we started talking on Skype, and got even closer. And I fell in love with her more and more. One evening when she was about to go to bed, I said "I love you." and after a couple of seconds of silence, she responded with "I.. don't know what to say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to bed, and I felt really bad. She texted me after about 10 minutes and went "I'm sorry, I just froze up!" and I explained how bad I felt and she soothed me. I then proceeded to tell her how I felt, and so on. I told her how I felt, and she told me that she might be falling in love with me and how she thought about me a lot but still felt vulnerable after her last boyfriend.We stayed up until 07.00 that night. I had school at 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going great, and one night when I was about to go to bed she said "I love you." and I basically responded with "what, really? you're not playing games are you?" and responded shortly after that with "I love you too." I thought I could never be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept on playing together, chatting on Skype, texting each other etc. We had minor fights once in a while, but we always made up. After a while we started having phone sex (basically *%@!#@*@!ing while on Skype, and talking dirty. Whatever.) and it was all fun and games. We were much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tonight (Thursday may 28th - Friday may 29th) we had the worst fight yet. We had just talked about how I was too clingy, and that it was tiring for her etc etc. We were running to Loch Modan to kill some gnolls or something, when she suddenly got really distracted and not really paying attention (this isn't really unusual, her attention span is kind of short) but never like this. There was like 2 minutes in between everything she said or moving at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked why she was distracted, if she was talking to her ex or looking up music. She said she wasn't, and told me to carry on and that she'd ignore the distraction. After a while I went:&lt;br /&gt;"You know that tingly/ticklish feeling you get when you're horny?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "What do you think I've been doing all this time?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "I don't know, talking to people?" (we had been fighting earlier about how she didn't want me to look at her like a sex object etc, so this is why I kind of responded like this.)&lt;br /&gt;her: "meh. nevermind."&lt;br /&gt;me: "Why would you tell me that?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "Don't you want me to tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Thought you felt uncomfortable about it etc."&lt;br /&gt;her: "You're making it weird for talking like normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to try explain myself etc, and she said:&lt;br /&gt;"I feel really stupid now. I was hoping we'd go on Skype and do things."&lt;br /&gt;me: "Do you want to?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "Not any more, kind of lose the mood when you made me feel stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain, saying how I wasn't psychic etc. She went offline without saying anything. I texted her saying "What?", then tried to contact her on MSN. She went offline on MSN and sent me a text saying "Never mind, tired of trying to explain. Night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I sent her 9 texts (could write them all down if anyone would like that.) saying that I'm sorry, how I love her, and asking if she turned her phone off, asking if I should call and how I would do anything to make it up to her. After about an hour of that I couldn't control myself, I wanted to call but was scared that she might yell at me or something. So I called. But I hung up after one 'calling tone'. I was too scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a text saying "Meh ._." and I replied with "What?". I then proceeded to call her twice, both of which she hung up on me after one tone. I sent a text saying "I tried calling but I got a beep and some lady saying something in Dutch" and she responded with "Please don't call" and I said "What should I do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about an hour since we last spoke at all. I feel like a #%%%ing douche bag, an @*#***# and a %%!*head. I don't really know why she got so offended.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, can't eat and can't drink. Tried to go for a walk, got about 100 meters from my building before I went back in. And I can't seem to cry even if I want to. I feel completely devastated. I'm scared I might be losing her, and I don't know which way to turn.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I wouldn't push her, let her talk to me when she wanted to. I don't know how that will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't remember everything, I can't include everything but I hope you get the picture.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6208009117457313048?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6208009117457313048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-103.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6208009117457313048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6208009117457313048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-103.html' title='Story #103'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1014843742598618837</id><published>2009-06-15T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:37:31.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #102</title><content type='html'>Love was the biggest call to awakening for me. I spent the vast majority of my childhood and early teen years in emotional pain, surrounded by pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt some great longing for love. Not so much TO love, but TO BE loved. I wanted to feel needed by someone. I said to myself, "Someday I'll meet the girl of my dreams and it will all work out. I'll get what I deserve for having suffered for so long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I eventually met someone through WoW, fell "in love" with her. Looking back on that relationship, it was so full of pain, it was a reflection of the pain inside me and her. We often got into conflict, but we did occasionally share moments of peace. Overall, it was a painful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That painful relationship ended in a painful way for me. I felt like the girl I had waited for all my life, the girl I had prepared myself for all my life, the girl I've struggled for, the one person I needed to feel complete- just shattered my core. I flipped out, was crying with rage and filled with sadness, got depressed for a long time, acted out of frustration, gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large part of who I was suddenly faded, and an empty space in me was left. I can't pin-point this back to a certain time, but I began to feel that the space I thought was empty- wasn't. There was my real self. Not the person that got rejected and shattered, but the person who was there before the world took its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now saw two sides to myself. The painful existence that society has given me (or that I gave myself), and the peaceful one deeper down that has been there from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it has taken was that awareness of something 'more' in myself to trigger a life changing process. I'm no perfect person now, but being aware that who I thought I was before was me at all, it has lifted so much weight from me. Who I think I am is slowly retreating, and the light of who I really am is beginning to shine brighter and brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I don't feel emotional pain any more and that everything is great. I still find myself going back to old ways from time to time, but, then I become aware (usually after, sometimes as I'm in some pain) that I've reverted to previous ways of dealing with things that only bring more pain into my life. The time I spend in conflict with others and myself is really reducing day by day, as I become more and more 'myself.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1014843742598618837?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1014843742598618837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-102.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1014843742598618837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1014843742598618837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-102.html' title='Story #102'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8916229118668995313</id><published>2009-06-15T22:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:36:34.189+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #101</title><content type='html'>It's great to read that and realise long distance relationships can work with a little bit of effort and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents actually met as Pen pals. Both were born in England, but my Dad was in the R.A.F (Royal Air Force) and was sent to a post in Holland. They started writing through letters, and eventually met up. My dad finished his time in the RAF, sold all of his possessions including his car in order to accumulate enough money to start up a new life with my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationships are something both parties must work for. I was with a girl for a year and a half and we were so close, her parents and her moved away (about a 4 hour drive) and we completely lost contact. I wasn't even told they were moving until the day she went and even then I was told by my friend who was also her mate. He presumed I knew. I didn't have contact with her for 2 years (she changed number etc) and when I finally spoke to her again (I found her through facebook) she was a completely different person. I was totally gutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, "Life goes on" is a motto I will always live by. There's nothing I can do about it, so I shan't worry about it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8916229118668995313?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8916229118668995313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8916229118668995313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8916229118668995313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-101.html' title='Story #101'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-226740186036569526</id><published>2009-06-15T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:35:25.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #100</title><content type='html'>I had met this girl through msn chat among many other friends, we talked for a bit and we really enjoyed each others company, until eventually she asked if we could have a more intimate relationship (after sharing pictures) than just 'friends' I told her I had not been ready and she had waited until I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything had been going soo well until a time came where she just cut me off, this had been unusual as she had used to talk to me quite often on msn and now we had barely chat on e-mail. we were drifting apart and I knew it. she had started spending more time with her friends (who were guys and girls) and much less time talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured communication would be important for this kind of relationship and I told her that, she had told me that she would talk more, she did for a while then we continued on growing distance after countless e-mails about if she still liked me and such (I know I know, my first ever love though :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she had started growing further distant only replying every few days with very little details most of which I had believed to be excuses. this had continued for a while until I told her perhaps this had been too difficult which she agreed to and asked if we would rather be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gotten upset and hurt her feelings and apologized right after. then in another e-mail I asked her what was up she had been acting like she liked another guy....and she did she had liked a guy friend who had been there for our troubles. I wanted to be there for her...but instead she chose someone else, what really hurt me was that I had to e-mail her for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had not done so I suspect I could have lived a lie. In any case I told her to forget about me and be with him, she wanted us to be friends but I refused, (on the basis that I thought she would be better off not knowing an ex while dating someone else). she had only once e-mailed me, otherwise I had tried so very hard to keep communication up but alas to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had really hurt at first but I'm slowly recovering,I cant help shake the feeling it had been my fault for everything that happened between us, First love is always the hardest =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well Live and learn :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-226740186036569526?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/226740186036569526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/226740186036569526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/226740186036569526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-100.html' title='Story #100'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5785454941089755485</id><published>2009-06-15T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:33:11.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #99</title><content type='html'>This happened about 2 years ago, when I was still a noob that didn't know how to speak proper English (I live in Belgium).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to play the game as a night elf druid. Because of that, I had a quest to go to the spider cave. I kept dying there, and eventually a female nelf hunter passes by, and offers to help me. We team up, and chat for a while. She turned out to be a lovely person. Of course you can't be sure if it's really a she, but I assumed she was. After all, why would you lie about your gender? So, we chat for a bit. Eventually we end up adding each other to our buddy lists. Since then we did everything together, and we liked each other. She really told everything to me, about what happened at school, about her parents, about her general life. It seemed she was pretty lonely, and looked at me as someone she could tell everything (I am such a person in IRL as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, about 2 months later, she asked for a 'hug' (/hug emote). I was like, wtf, what means 'hug'? I just said 'yeah' and ignored it. Although a few days later, she asked it again. I ignored it again - I was too ashamed to tell her I didn't know the meaning about the word, since she was really good at English (she lived in Norway). And I didn't bother to look it up because I didn't think it would be important. At that point we were close to soul mates, we really knew everything of each other and spend all our time online chatting with each other. This continued for a while, until all of a sudden she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just logged out and never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently nearly having tears in my eyes as I'm typing this, really. She meant a lot for me, even though I've never seen her IRL. I don't know what happened to her, and if she's still out there, if she remembers me. I know I'll never forget her, and when I'm in a depressive mood I hurt myself by asking why I didn't gave her that 'hug' and what happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5785454941089755485?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5785454941089755485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-99.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5785454941089755485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5785454941089755485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-99.html' title='Story #99'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3813315667161736264</id><published>2009-06-11T03:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:35:44.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #98</title><content type='html'>There is this girl at work I've known since I was 4 (or 5)&lt;br /&gt;We grew up together ,share the same interests ,studied together at the same university, went out together A LOT, pretty much the perfect couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always to wanted to marry her, but I always was too shy to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about 2 years ago, I thought to myself "Ok man, you are GOING to ASK her to be your wife"&lt;br /&gt;We go out on a date, and just I was going to ask, she tells me that she was getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she couldn't wait for me to ask her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the date I start crying and crying (followed by hitting my head on the wall)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to see her every day at work Every time I see her face I feel guilty that I didn't ask her&lt;br /&gt;Every day I feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3813315667161736264?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3813315667161736264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-98.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3813315667161736264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3813315667161736264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-98.html' title='Story #98'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8343694913316628911</id><published>2009-06-11T03:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:35:17.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #97</title><content type='html'>This girl entered my class, every girl in my class talked with her all the #@@*ing time. Every boy in my class thought she was hawt as hell, including me of course.. All this was when i was 12 years old. A year ago we started talking, hanging out etc.. 1-2 months before the summer holiday she started seeing other guys. I asked my female friend if she was in love with one of them and vice versa.. My friend is kinda emo and answered that I was without a chance, pretty much. During the holiday we hadn't talked in many weeks, my friend told me that the girl i had a crush on was in love with one of the guys mentioned earlier. I was friggin devastated, couldn't think of anything but that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later found out they were never lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that she had a crush on me for 6 months in a row, and I didn't take advantage of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has a boy friend, and we never speak to each other....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8343694913316628911?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8343694913316628911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-97.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8343694913316628911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8343694913316628911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-97.html' title='Story #97'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1113783071285420558</id><published>2009-06-11T03:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:33:54.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #96</title><content type='html'>Well I do have a few stories of me being an idiot in the presence of girls. The most recent one is this girl who I don't know that well but I have been nice to her on the occasions that we have talked for example when I were at a party and I was one of the few sober people there (couldn't get a drink :&lt;), and she was sitting next to the sink on a stool so I went over to go and talk to her, then she started to throw up so I held her back for her while she threw up in the sink, once she was finished throwing up I asked her I she was ok and got her a glass of water. After drinking the water she said thanks and told me she felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first real conversation with her, but I didn't really have any feeling for her I was just trying to be nice. I was at another party a couple of months later, and I get there have a few beers and some cider, needless to say I was bit merry and feeling the effects of the alcohol. And the girl arrives to the party a bit late and I say hi, and compliment her efforts on getting dressed up for the party( I didn't bother I was too lazy :P). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I share some of my cider with her and we get chatting and such an it is all good. We were sitting down on a staircase next to each other, and in a gap in the conversation she leans forward with her lips lightly parted, I responded and we were French kissing for a while. Once we stop she gets up walks off to talk to some other people who were at the party. I was really confused at this point, because I wasn't sure if this kiss meant that she liked me, or if it was just a kiss and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the party I'm wandering around thinking about whether this girl likes me or not, and I go into the living room where music is playing and everyone is dancing and she is there. So I did something I never thought I would ever do and dance with her (I normally hate dancing, but found out its more fun when you have something to drink :P). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when we are dancing the song 'dance wiv' me' comes on and she get pretty close to me, and I put my arms round her shoulders and were are like this for the duration of the song. When it ends she takes my hand and we go to another room where no-one else is and she leans in again and we start kissing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time when we stop, she does not walk away but we are standing there, and then she says "This is weird" and not understanding what she means, I tell her that I don't want to be mean to her, and tell her that we don't have to kiss again if she doesn't want too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say this she smiles but doesn't say anything and just hugs me, and before she can say anything else, the girl's mum who's house we are at walks in and then we move away from each other and she walks out the room. I didn't get a chance to walk her home after the party as I was intending to do.So I just walked back on my own feeling especially lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after I feel really guilty and I'm not sure what to do about our kiss so I decide to wait until I see her a school and what her reaction is. When I get too school I'm surprised that she asks me to sit next to her in the lesson we have together, and I talk to her about school and other things but neither of us mention out kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However she becomes ill and is not in school for a really long time shortly after this and I don't see her for a few weeks, but the next time I do see her she is walking into school holding hands with another boy and when I asked one of my friends who he was he said that it was her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little crushed really as i thought a girl might actually have interest in me and I her, rather than me just liking a girl and she does not like me back like all my other attempts with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16 and this happened earlier this year during Halloween&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1113783071285420558?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1113783071285420558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-96.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1113783071285420558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1113783071285420558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-96.html' title='Story #96'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4595072997381114804</id><published>2009-06-11T01:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:54:25.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #95</title><content type='html'>I've known her for quite sometime, through an internet cafe that I went to for quite awhile till I could afford a pc and the internet at home. she was very pretty ,cute and sexy as hell. red hair and small just how I like them. so I didn't make a move because she had a Bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined facebook because my ex wanted to me, and I added all my friends and her since we new each other in passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So months come and go and I post things on her status every once in awhile. and she would leave things on my status to. And suddenly she was leaving xxx and saying stuff like love you in joking ways. so we were just friends till the other day when she said she was bored so I said I would talk to her. so she gives me her msn address and we chat to each other late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about how I had a cleansing ritual and deleted my ex from msn,facebook and phone. and it turns out she went to school with my ex and were friends at 1 point but fell out. she comforts me and I comfort her having recently got dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days talking to her now and I haven't stopped smiling :D all is well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4595072997381114804?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4595072997381114804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-95.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4595072997381114804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4595072997381114804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-95.html' title='Story #95'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4649170261113914420</id><published>2009-06-11T01:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:51:50.735+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #94</title><content type='html'>All right, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this one girl at school, back a long time ago (Year 10 I think). Anyway, we hit it off well and would always talk on MSN and stuff. The problem was, I liked this other girl at the time, so every time the new girl would tell me she liked me I would shrug it off. A couple of months after (she still liked me, wow), me and the other girl stopped talking. Now was time to finally let the new girl into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she really liked me, and I guess I was sort of into her. We would always talk at school and chat on MSN too. I guess it was time to make a move. But did I really want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk at a party one night and I asked her out. Not knowing I did, I did it. She said yes (she was apparently sober). Anyway the next morning I had a ton of texts and stuff, and my friends told me congratulations. To be serious, I didn't want to date her at the time. So I broke it off after two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still liked me though, and about 2 months went on. Seriously, she was still interested. Eventually I became interested too, and was going to ask her out but this time be serious. She wasn't at school the day I wanted to do it, so I said I'd wait until I next saw her in real life (I wanted to make it special, not over MSN). So on the Monday I want to do it, her friends tell me not to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I see in her MSN name "[her name] (L) [boyfriend name] (L)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't spoke ever since, and she still dates that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4649170261113914420?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4649170261113914420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-94.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4649170261113914420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4649170261113914420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-94.html' title='Story #94'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5606949412815577791</id><published>2009-06-11T01:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:50:22.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #93</title><content type='html'>This isn't a ruined love story yet, but it could become one so I decided to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I began high school and there was this girl I fancied but I didn't really do anything about it in the beginning. 2 months ago we were both at a party, when one of my female friends came to me and said that this girl I fancied really liked me. So, things weren't difficult from that point, and it was the beginning of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things she said when we were writing to each other the day after the party was that she really had been let down a lot of times and wanted to take it easy with the relationship. I was okay with that, I was happy as long as I knew she was interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and we got closer and closer, getting each other to know etc. She is a really nice girl, and I cannot understand how someone ever could make themselves treat such a wonder bad. So I've done everything I could to treat her nicely, accepted that she slept when were together if we were tired, talked to her when something was wrong etc. In the Easter holiday I was in China for 10 days, and this was really the first place where I got to know how much I love her. China is a great cultural experience, but I missed her so much. I wrote a long letter + some stuff since it had been her 18 years old birthday while I was gone. She appreciated it, and that made me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, she said something which really made me cry.. Now you may think that this must be something bad, but it actually isn't. Nevertheless it made me sad. It was in the evening, I was lying in the bed and we were texting, then she suddenly asked "Babe, if you had the chance, would you leave me because of another girl? Since I'm your first girlfriend, and I've heard that boys who have their first girlfriend tend to drop her because they have never tried to be with anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said ofc: "No no babe, why would I do that? I love you!" and then I texted her and said that it made me kinda sad to hear that and that she could think such thing about me. I had done everything possible to make sure she knew I loved her. It is always me who go to her table at school, me who helps her with her homework and the stuff she gotta do at home with her parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write that I love her ever so often and says it too. She has done some too, but I just think she was acting kinda ungrateful to write such thing. Maybe it is just me who's wrong. Even though I maybe shouldn't react as I did, I was crying before she sent the next messages where she said that it made her sorry to hear too and that she knew that I wasn't like that, but she just "had to be sure" because of all the boys which had treated her badly in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended with her becoming sad of hurting me. So I called her up, comforted her and said that she shouldn't worry really. She only said it because she was afraid of loosing me, so no hard feelings there. Another positive thing is that me crying just again, like with the trip to China made me realise how much I really love her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are together today, at her house. It was planned beforehand. But instead of going home and maybe talking things through, as I think I need to, we went to McD because she had an arrangement with some of her friends. It was all fine, we could be together afterwards. But when we got home we had to make the dinner, since she had promised her mum that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did that and had dinner. Then she found out that she had to go to some kind of theory lesson for her driving license for one hour, so that's where she's at atm. She'll come back in 20-30 min. Now, is it wrong that I get upset with all these things to do when I all I really want is to be together with her without any duties whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that isn't possible, but I just think it was too much today. We will talk when she gets home, because after McD and when we were home cooking I was just so sad. And the problem is, I don't know why :S It can't only be the fact that I think we spent too much time doing what so ever today, since I was close to crying today while making food too : \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know which kind of answer to expect, I just needed to get it off my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and sorry for the wall of text.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5606949412815577791?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5606949412815577791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-93.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5606949412815577791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5606949412815577791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-93.html' title='Story #93'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2347667477344925547</id><published>2009-06-11T01:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:47:25.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #92</title><content type='html'>*&amp;$^^(£)*&amp;$%(^£&amp;*^"*%^$(&amp;, just as I had finished it and pressed preview, the entire thing deleted. So I now need to type the entire thing again. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info: I'm 15, currently at high school in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the start of the school year, my friend comes in with a girlfriend who's two years younger than us, and starts spending all his time with her. Me and another friend aren't too happy with this (he even missed my birthday to spend time with her &gt;_&gt;), and blame it on the girl. She wasn't too fond of us either quite frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the Christmas holidays I decided I may as well get to know her as I'm going to lose contact with my friend if I don't. So one lunch time I started talking to her, and it turns out she was a really nice girl. So we started talking more and eventually swap MSN addresses. We started talking that night and started to get to know each other properly, which is when I realised I had feelings for this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep these feelings bottled up, since they wouldn't go down well with anyone. So, about a week later, I was going up to Edinburgh with my friends. Turns out funnily enough she was as well, on the same day to the same area (Princes Street), and asked if we could meet up at some point. I readily said yes, and gave her my phone number so she could contact me via text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we met in HMV, much to the friend who dislikes her dismay, and started talking. She spent a lot of the time hugging me, but I was too scared to hug back just in case it revealed my feelings. One of her friends commented that she fancied me, but I guess I just ignored it, although it should have tipped me off when she wouldn't let go of me to go talk to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night and started talking to her, she asked to play a game of truth or dare (minus the dare), so I said "Yeah, why not." After a few random questions, she asked me if I fancied anyone in particular, so I replied "Yes." I asked her the same and got the same reply. She then asked who, so I just told her the truth. Turns out the feeling was mutual, to which I thought both "Oh sh*t," and "Sweet!" at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later my friend lost his temper at her for reasons unknown (he does this quite frequently, but only at her) and she dumped him. A few days after this happened I asked her out, and she said yes. However, the next couple of days she completely and utterly ignored me, and dumped me after the second day because she "Still had strong feelings for my friend." I tried to get over her but couldn't, so when eventually he dumped her this time, I thought "maybe I can get a chance this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out this was the best chance I was likely to get, as she turned round and went on and on about her having feelings for me, which made me happy. HOWEVER, I, for reasons I don't even know, didn't take the chance, and she went with someone else because I left it for too long. Distraught, I told her I'd do anything for another chance, and that I didn't take the last chance because of pressure from others (namely, my friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she'd think about it, and the next week dumped the guy she was with. I thought I finally had the chance I'd hoped for, and was going to ask her that evening, which I did. And I got shouted at. By my friend, who was apparently going out with her and had asked her at lunch that very same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2347667477344925547?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2347667477344925547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-92.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2347667477344925547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2347667477344925547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-92.html' title='Story #92'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-408712413642416897</id><published>2009-06-11T01:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:46:12.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #91</title><content type='html'>How to start...&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's say that during the most of my life I have been cold to people, as in - I don't want to get close to them, due to the fact that people simply suck, and are almost never honest. And dishonesty is something i despise the most. Also during the most of my life I've been the black sheep for most, mocked and all that. Basically kicked while still on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've learned to keep distance from anyone. I have also been depressed for about 4 years now. At times it just gets too much to handle for me, i've done some stupid things due to it. I'm 19 now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can count the people, that I remotely call friends on one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's say that all the times i have decided to make a compromise about something - it ended bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things I'm thinking about are connected with each other and mixed up, so its a bit hard to arrange them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been recovering... so to say, after some bad things happening with a girl i had really strong feelings for. That kind of girl, which you take as the smartest, most beautiful thing you have ever seen. No thoughts about 'omg i wanna $#@% her'. Just simple, pure love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been going for long time and i loved her with my whole heart... but as you can guess, it ended bad. Not due to her, but due to my obsessions. My love became destructive love, and I %%!#ed up everything. I became a person I never intended to. I became one of those guys that care for someone else more than themselves... so she got tired and ... yeah, its kinda %%!#ed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I study photography at university I had some things to take photos of - including portraits of people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I came with the bright idea to take photos of the 'different' people. Read - goth/emo/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some time I've been searching and taking such photos, coming out good enough. At some point I got stuck with one style, but a girl which I met through a friend of mine - like 2 years ago. She lives in another city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you can guess.&lt;br /&gt;I told her (at the time I only had her skype, I even had to ask my friend for it so I can get in touch with her) and went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my photos, fun fun, everything went fine and I came back home. The photos, of course were nice, as she is really photogenic. So I was done with my coursework.&lt;br /&gt;With time, though, our chats became something different. And there I am, the next week - there again, meeting with her... but this time not for photos, I wasn't sure what I felt, I wasn't even sure what she felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can imagine how strange and nice it felt at the same time. Having mixed feelings due to recovering after the break-up with that other girl, which i loved so much... and slowly starting to like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remember one moment from that week - we were at some garden and i was lying on some kind of slide (where kids play), the sun was shining at my face, and she was looking at me from above... smiling. So yeah, during that whole day we were hugging and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for me to go, it was night time, we were sitting on a bench at the train station and it was raining... just sitting there holding each other. So yeah, I decided to break the silence, and told her how I felt. She seemed a bit shocked... but at the end we kissed.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy, everything seemed nice, around her I didn't feel depressed or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week afterwards we broke up. She said her feelings were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's those things that make you regret... and make you angry at yourself. Doing things, which you are sure about - that wont work. But why do you do them? Because you are pathetic :)&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationship... yeah, i probably had the will to make it work, but obviously she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, afterwards a colleague of mine asked me if we were just friends... I've cut her off.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I liked her, and maybe things would have been different if I wasn't so fed up with all my failures and everything. I kinda decided that I want nothing from anyone any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, our friendship isn't the same, and believe me... it used to be nice, a person you can talk with about everything - a person that has nice input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks, but for some its obviously better to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-408712413642416897?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/408712413642416897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-91.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/408712413642416897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/408712413642416897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-91.html' title='Story #91'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8891155558178444291</id><published>2009-06-11T01:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:42:46.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #90</title><content type='html'>Just to "lighten" the mood a little bit, I have another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 I went to a boarding school for a year. The beginning of the year was a bit hard, I had just moved from the town I grew up in, had no friends at my new town and then I had to go to this boarding school where I was even cut off from my old friends. It was tough, but I managed to see it through and after a couple of months I had gotten quite a couple of friends.&lt;br /&gt;On the campus I had a couple of broken love stories, but it's the very last of them that I want to share now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was spring, and I had been on the school for almost 8 months. There was this girl that I had taken a liking to. She wasn't extremely beautiful, but, as we all know, love makes blind, so to me she looked perfect.&lt;br /&gt;After having spend 8 months on the campus everyone had gotten really close; Holding hands with a friend that was of a different sex was not unusual, you just did it because it felt good and nothing was thought of it. There was this kind of hippie theme going on, and the girl was always wearing one of those colourful Bob Marley reggae hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one day, one of the boys there had stolen her hat to get a small tease. He had thrown it up in the highest tree on the school campus. The girl looked like she was having fun, but I decided that this was my chance (lol at the dream of being prince charming), so I climbed the tree and retrieved the hat. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to her, and she gave me one of those shy smiles that can look extremely cute and is just impossible to resist. Anyway, I looked around, and I could see that the guy that was teasing her was looking at us with a smirk on his face. We had attracted quite an audience too.&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I just wanted to be alone with her, so I grabbed her hand and did a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that we were running as fast as we could while she was laughing her heart out. I felt like I could run for ages and not stop at all, but I could feel that she was running out of breath, so we stopped when we came to the gathering area inside the campus, dropped into a couch and just started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great, we were talking and just having fun. She was a friend of my best friends girlfriend (I got a story about her too ='P), and I already knew quite a lot about her, but this time it just felt special, I think that was the time where I really fell in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that she had a boyfriend, but that didn't really matter too much to me. She hadn't been with him for ages, and I actually, in my nativity, thought that she'd break up with him if she'd start liking me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to meet up at every break, always holding hands and hugging, but nothing really came out of it at that point. People began to ask me about our relationship, but what could I answer to that? We didn't have a relationship.... yet... I thought.&lt;br /&gt;At this point summer was nearing fast, and I knew that I'd have to tell her how I felt, but I was, for some reason, really scared of telling her how I felt, so I kept postponing and postponing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remember back, I always think of how much of a rookie I was, but the truth is, that it's still pretty darn hard for me to tell someone that I love them.. I don't even tell my mother that /sadface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one week we had a week off from school, the school, however, was not closed, so my closest friends and I decided to stay at the school during that week off. She so happened to be there too. It was a boarding school that housed 150 students + teachers, and there we were with a group of 9 students, 4 boys and 5 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local air strip was housing a huge car show, and we had been asked to help out cleaning the place, getting paid good money for it and we were free to sell all the bottles of whateverness that we could find. I had planned for a lot of things to happen during those 7 days, but incidentally, nothing came out of it. I spend as much time with her as possible, hoping for her to make a move.. She never did, and I was too shy to pour my heart out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were working quite hard, and I saw that two of my other friends were growing closer and closer. It did sadden me a bit, that they could be so close when I couldn't even get myself to tell my dream girl how I felt of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by, and all of a sudden it was the last evening before the ending ceremonies of the school. All the students had gathered outside around a camp fire we had set up. We were singing songs and crying quite a fair bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the girl walks over to me, she lies down in front of me and puts her head in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;That was close to the worst thing she could have ever done... This certain circumstance caused some of my blood to unwillingly spread to parts of the body that it's not supposed to, and something that I didn't want to get bigger, got pretty stiff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty sure that she could feel it, so she told me that she was a bit uncomfortable lying there, and if I wanted to switch places with her. Me in a total panic could only respond with 'err..... sure'.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. We were like that for quite a while. It was dark, but the night sky was incredible. Full of stars. Suddenly she moved away from me. I thought she had had enough of me because of my, err, 'incident'. That was not the chase however. She was not moving away from me, instead she lied down right next to me, rolled on top of me and rolled us into the blanket I was lying on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lying like that for what felt like for ages, just holding each other tight. I was silently kissing her shoulder, I was afraid to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;We were very quite, just holding each other. She was the first one to break the silence. What she said was something that I still remember very clearly: "I would wish I did not have a boyfriend". I didn't know what to say, there were too many ways to interpret that sentence. Did she just turn me down? Did she want me to seduce her? I didn't know what to do, so I chose to do what I had always done..... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back, I can see what kind wrong choice I made, but you live and learn I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a bit longer of the holding each other tight thing, the teachers called all the students in for bed. We separated a little bit from each other. I looked her in the eyes, and I could see that she had been crying without me ever noticing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me: 'Is it okay if I kiss you on the cheek?'. Before I had time to react she had already started bowing down towards me. I turn my head ever so slightly. Her lips met mine right on the mouth. So incredibly soft, this might have been my first real kiss, the kiss of a girl that I was incredibly in love with.&lt;br /&gt;I never got to see her face after that, she had already gotten up and ran to her dorm. I felt like I should run after her, but I was completely drunk on the kiss I had just gotten, couldn't think straight, could barely talk.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my dorm and fell asleep almost right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she was acting as if nothing had happened. When the day was over and all of the students were crying and hugging each other good bye, I couldn't find her anywhere... She had said goodbye to all of her friends and left before I had the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I saw her was new years eve 6 months later, at that point she had already gone through 5 boyfriends. I felt pretty heartbroken to hear about that, thinking that I could have been one of them, but I didn't say anything and just left it as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried keeping a bit in contact with her, but she never really responded openly to any of my emails or texts, so I just left it as it was.&lt;br /&gt;A sad way to end the relationship of someone I was that much in love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8891155558178444291?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8891155558178444291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-90.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8891155558178444291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8891155558178444291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-90.html' title='Story #90'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5430944168139069926</id><published>2009-06-11T01:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:40:07.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #89</title><content type='html'>Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story starts in August last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started posting on a forum I had recently found. Trolled around a bit, posted in a semi-decent way that made the top posters like me (the cool gang).&lt;br /&gt;After 1 month (or less), the girl that I'm going to talk about, pm's me about hotmail. I give her it and we start to talk. Turns out we are both quite depressed and have troubles with sleeping. So we stay up late and chat for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Around the end of October, she manages to help me so much that I get out of my depression. This cheers me up a lot and I start to like her a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, she wasn't out of her own. A week or two passes and I manage to make a big mistake: I manage to break contact with her since she became really quiet. This ticked me off and I snapped at her for responding vaguely and slowly (stupid, stupid, stupid...). We break contact and stop talking for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was around December I started talking to her again. I tried to PM her but noticed she disliked me for what I had done. Sadly, I can't remember why we started talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did. And we talked casually for a long time until she told me a thing which changed my whole view on her. That's when I started developing feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give out to much info about her but she was really, really bad at that time. So I held the feelings in for about a month. She was surprised to hear I had some. I felt relieved at first and thought it would be over (my brain has worked like this always). But this was not the case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 weeks after that, I kept getting stronger and stronger feelings. It evolved to the point of where I can say that I love her. And this wasn't good for my mentality. I suffer from Avoidance Personality Disorder and multiple personalities, which tore me apart. Don't feel like attention whoring but several suicide attempts were made...&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, she told me a big surprise. She has feelings for me herself. Which has kept me happy ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Bet you weren't expecting that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not searching for any help. I am sure I will crash it if something happens between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5430944168139069926?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5430944168139069926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-89.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5430944168139069926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5430944168139069926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-89.html' title='Story #89'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8904037843944364300</id><published>2009-06-11T01:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:37:47.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #88</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when I met this lovely girl in school, we studied the same Japanese course and we both hanged out much in the school cafeteria so we talked a lot and we became friends with a bunch... (actually her bunch of friends + my bunch of friends became one). We started to talk more and more and eventually we swapped numbers and she started to text me and we did so frequently basically everyday even though we saw each other ever way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I asked her to the movies.. nothing special, quite cliché really. Paid for it of course, and we talked all the time no awkward silence occurred at any point. so at the end of the movie we just sat there and she was leaning towards my shoulder and closed her eyes and I knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leaned in and kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed for a long time, went up out of the salon and started to kiss more, and most of the times it's a bit awkward first time as well, what's going to happen? how is things gonna be? but there was nothing of that. it was the best evening ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life went on and we were together for almost a year, spend everything together, new years eve, valentines days and it felt great being with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I quit the school I couldn't find a job cause recession hit and I didn't get into UNI cause I lacked a subject... So money was a problem. I couldn't go see her as much as we did and we started to get communication problems. So we had the regular relationship talk about where things are going and what we want (this was before I knew about the UNI thing) and we talked about me moving away.&lt;br /&gt;Here I was really really stupid and said I think a long distance relationship would be hard to maintain, cause I had it before, but it was something I wanted to fight for, to still be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell right away she didn't like that response and we continue to talk. Went home, continue to talk then met up once again and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to break up... I still don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point majority of my friends have moved out of city cause of their uni so those I had were her + the other half of our bunch and it worked great at beginning, we had a lot of fun me her and one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after new years eve things started to change... drastically. still don't know all the details myself yet. So I started to see them less, I tried to make it work but they didn't talk to me as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend started to threaten me and one other friend that studies here in Stockholm when we tried to get in contact with my ex to do things as we had before, we even asked him to come.&lt;br /&gt;My ex did stuff such as going out with my friend but not with me, so I started to suspect she still had feelings or something in our past that troubles our relation now, which I would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote I letter to her, explaining my situation and how I felt about the changes and such.&lt;br /&gt;I actually did send this... today to her.&lt;br /&gt;So I got a reply and as I said jokingly in my letter than they probably were together, guess what... they are together, without talking to me about it and freeze me out. And this group of friends is with them obviously so I have lost them too, way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably update this cause there are a lot of things I want to clear out and talk to her about... cause as she said "it's to hard too see you" I suspect she still has feelings and he is just a rebound, he knows that and threatens me away, same with my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8904037843944364300?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8904037843944364300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-88.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8904037843944364300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8904037843944364300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-88.html' title='Story #88'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7278397413974161689</id><published>2009-06-11T01:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:33:09.432+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #87</title><content type='html'>I was 18, there was a girl I'd met a year and a half before on a night out (yes yes under-age drinking so sue me) who was up studying at uni. Now she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous, I mean seriously I had to watch where my feet were going because I was arse over tit about this girl already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow finding the nerve to strike up a conversation we chatted all night, the drinks kept flowing, in hindsight too easily. We swapped numbers and promised to meet up another time and I told her that I really liked her. And just as it was about to be sealed with a kiss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reassuring her that I wasn't angry at all I told her I was going to the bathroom to clean up fast after checking she was ok. By the time I got out she was gone in sheer embarrassment over what she'd done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see her for weeks, she didn't return my calls or texts. We saw each other a few times after that but she was too shy to say anything till I finally cornered her. We stayed friends after that for quite a long while, she was clearly nervous and I wasn't going to scare her off, and she wasn't seeing anyone else in that entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I left home to go to Uni we went out one night and started talking, and one of those moments just hit where you say nothing because everything else is doing the talking and we kissed. A whole sodding year and a half later and we finally got that kiss, and it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the club early and went back to hers, cuddling chatting and stopping for more smooching along the way. But when we got to hers the nerves hit again, and as much as every male hormone raging was telling me that I'd be called an idiot by every man for never taking this chance with her I knew it wasn't right and we just slept together and nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after I left for University, which was too far away to go home constantly, in that time she met someone else and started a long serious relationship. As I was returning home the split ended badly, so badly that she left to go back to the South where she lived and I never got to see her more than one time before she went. We've kept somewhat in contact in the 2 years since but it's drifted apart and become just a few memories and "what if's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the nice guy never pays off actually sadly, I've found that one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7278397413974161689?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7278397413974161689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-87.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7278397413974161689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7278397413974161689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-87.html' title='Story #87'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-269237424837105472</id><published>2009-06-11T01:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:32:01.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #86</title><content type='html'>Here is my ruined love story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived, as an au-pair, Minnesota in late September. The first week I spend just hanging around the house of my host family, learning to know the children that I was about to spend a full year with, but as the week was nearing its end, I felt like I longed for my friends that was oh, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been given a list of other au-pairs in the neighbourhood, and to mend my home-sickness, I decided to send out a couple of emails to some of the, what I had hope to be, future friends. I got more than I had bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to respond to my email was a girl from Thailand. She gave me her Messenger and we did some chatting back and forth. The first chat we had ended up with her sending me a /kiss emoticon, I asked her 'you know that I am a guy, right?' Turns out she had thought from my name (which was ofc. foreign for her), that she had indeed though I was a girl. We had a great laugh, and decided to go out that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend came, she had arranged for some of her friends to meet us at a restaurant, and I was supposed to come pick her up at her house.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely nervous to meet this girl. It was going to be the first person of my own age that I had actually talked to since I had arrived to this foreign and strange land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 7pm, I arrived at her house. She was already waiting for me, standing on the driveway in the dim evening light. She was incredibly beautiful, maybe the most perfect woman I have ever seen. I was sold instantly.&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the car, said hi, gave her a hug and let her get in the car on the passenger seat, and then we were off towards the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally arrived at the restaurant, her friends called. They were busy with something, so they would not be able to make it. They were supposed to show us around in the night-life of Minneapolis, but to be quite honest, I did not mind at all, I only had eyes for this girl, and spending the evening alone with her would just make everything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So we spend the evening at the restaurant, decided to go see a movie, and then I drove her home. It was like a dream to be with a girl that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month passed, we chatted, talked, went out, but I just wasn't satisfied, we had not gone on a real date, and I figured that it was about time for me to tell her how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited her to go out the next Friday. We were on our way to our destination, and she seemed really tired, so I asked her what was wrong. She responded 'I was up all night talking to my boyfriend back home'... It was as if my heart just burst. I felt incredibly depressed, but I didn't want to show her, so I put on my "fake smile/nice guy" face for the rest of the day, and I took her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks passed with us just doing the regular stuff, I was acting like everything was all right and it didn't really look to me like she was noticing how I felt. I had made up my mind though. We were going to a party later that evening, and I had decided to tell her my feelings for her when we came home. I had gone to the jeweller the day before and bought her a necklace and I had hoped she would like, and I had hidden a bouquet of red roses in the car so I could give them to her right before I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a blast. We both made a lot of new friends, although neither of us drank any alcohol. I took her home, and we pulled in the driveway around 1am. I had everything planned out perfectly in my mind, but when it came to the real deal, it was just excruciatingly hard. After giving her the necklace and the roses, I finally generated enough courage to tell her 'I love you'. She smiled while looking at me with her dark eyes. My heart was pounding as if it was trying to get out of my chest and make a run for it.... Boomboomboomboomboomboomboom was almost all I could hear... The silence was small, maybe two seconds, but it felt like an eternity........&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;'I like you too, but only as a friend' she said. It was as I had feared, she had a boyfriend back home, and she was way over my head in beauty. I was happy though. I had finally said it, and I thought that I had gotten it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I barely slept. Kept thinking about what she had said, what I could have done different and what would have happened if she has said 'I love you too'.&lt;br /&gt;During that night I decided that I had let too many loves get away from me, and that I would not loose this one, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 months went past, and I all of a sudden realized that her au-pair program was running out. She was to go home the day after thanksgiving. Bad luck had made it so I would not be home on thanksgiving, since I was going with my host family to celebrate it in a different state. By that time I had given up on getting her to love me, but I still wanted to spend time with her, just for the chance that a miracle might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before I had to leave with my family, I invited the girl out to the restaurant where we first met. We talked of what we had been doing before we met and what we were going to do after she was gone. What we were feeling right at the moment never came up. I'm glad though, cause for some reason I wasn't sad, how could I be? I was with the woman I loved even though the love wasn't mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the restaurant we went to a park. It had been a bit cloudy that afternoon, but the clouds had completely lifted and the starry sky was as bright as ever. It was cold, at around freezing point, and we were walking to keep our warm when we suddenly arrived at a big lake in the middle of the park. We went out on the pier of the lake and sat down right at the tip of it, looking at the star sewn sky we lay down next to each other, just laying there, looking, listening, feeling... After a couple of minutes we started talking about deeper stuff. Our feelings, our dreams, what we were scared off. I was busy telling her a story from my childhood when she suddenly gasped and pointed at the sky. A huge shooting star had just appeared right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that we should each make a wish. What I wished for is ofc. for her to love me like I loved her. We lied there staring at the sky again, the evening was as if it had been reset; No one was saying anything, we were both just lying there, looking, listening and living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to get a little bit cold, and she was shivering. I sat up, looked at the water, she sat up besides me. I put my hand around her shoulders, heart pounding again. She rested her head on my shoulder. I felt like I was in heaven. It was just the two of us, on the bridge, all alone underneath the stars. While we were sitting there a flash of light appeared, it was the second shooting star of the evening and it was the most beautiful and one of a kind that I have never seen before: When the shooting star was nearing it's very end, it split in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have seen that as a sign, but the night was too romantic to think about something as sad as that.&lt;br /&gt;It started to get late, and even colder. I stood up, trying to get some heat. Still looking at the sky, I had not noticed her getting up too. She took her arms around my waist and just stood there, holding me. I, in total panic, took my arms around her shoulders and held her tight.&lt;br /&gt;We were standing there, just holding each other for what felt like forever. The kiss I had been longing for never came, but as we went back to the car I felt like I had just had the greatest night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day came, I went travelling with my host family. I spend my hours longing to spend time with the girl, cause I knew that the previous night was the last time I would see her, and I felt like I had wasted my last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no internet where we were staying, and the girl did not have a cellphone. We had no way to communicate with each other, and with screaming kids running all around, I did not have a lot of privacy to moan my loss.&lt;br /&gt;I was counting the days of her departure... 4.... 3.... 2... 1... It was late, around 1am, when my cellphone suddenly began making noises. I picked it up wondering who might be calling this late. "1 Message Received". It had been send from an internet website, and only had 4 words on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... Sux being me ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-269237424837105472?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/269237424837105472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-86.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/269237424837105472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/269237424837105472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-86.html' title='Story #86'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-9123677178622967915</id><published>2009-06-11T01:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:30:27.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #85</title><content type='html'>Posting this on an alt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting someone, talking with that person, realising you're having a good time together. The other person saying he likes you, you not being sure and not really sure if you want a relation. After a while you realise the person is great in many ways, and you like that person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person then thinks it's best not to meet up or w/e due to distance. Which is fine. Then the person falling in love with girls that are using him for personal purposes, and you standing there not able to do anything, cause he's blinded by the butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being there when it goes wrong, knowing you still like the guy you take care of him and cheer him. Get to hear a story of an old crush off his that sort of came back after backing of a million of times. You not understanding why he's settling for someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His newest crush breaking it off after 2 months already after she told you to leave him alone in any way possible. Hearing things about what she had done, what kind of person she is and not having contact with someone you thought was your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him coming back when it wasn't going well, and now it's "over" for the time being, until she lacks her attention dose, as this had been going on for a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know you will lose him again, as a friend, when she's ready to break his heart again and all you can do is watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-9123677178622967915?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/9123677178622967915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-85.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9123677178622967915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9123677178622967915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-85.html' title='Story #85'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6994333150876572931</id><published>2009-06-11T01:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:29:40.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #84</title><content type='html'>I still owe you my one @#%!ed up love. The only one to end in disaster instead of happy tiems! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the early morning in the town of Venhuizen a disaster was born&lt;br /&gt;and it ruined and trashed my biggest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a new version of a Boy Named Sue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here goes for real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last year when we finally got a bit closer after knowing each other for 2 years but we never really took interest in each other but all of a sudden we started talking more and more on msn and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't took long before she asked me to go out with her and a couple friends and just to avoid being the only guy I brought mine along which was a good thing to do afterwards. Me and 6 girls in one room doesn't get a green light from my mind. Anyway all was fine and dandy that night and the inevitable little kiss took place when no one was looking /giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day at school we both acted like it never happened even though all my friends knew it and I suppose her did as well. Next week was her birthday and we all got invited, yay! Now was my chance I had hoped for, I felt so confident.... Guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a nice evening but nothing special and she asked us all to stay over night and that was were the devil started kickin' in. I ''accidentally'' fell in her sleeping spot and she didn't seem to mind, I couldn't be happier. At the moment we woke up the next day we were still in the same bed so that didn't go wrong but then we (Me and my friends) made a deadly mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house was a mess and I still don't know why and I still @#%!ing hate it but we left without saying anything, leaving her with a terrible mess and 5 hungover girls. Well that caused a 2 month silence between us and we never really become any closer than just friends for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How @#%!ing stupid was I, how @#%!ing .... GRRRRRR /emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go laugh at me please, make me feel miserable so I can never make that mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, it's the only girl I screwed up with. The other 5 went just fine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6994333150876572931?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6994333150876572931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-84.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6994333150876572931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6994333150876572931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-84.html' title='Story #84'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3335510025761497274</id><published>2009-06-11T01:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:27:56.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #83</title><content type='html'>Well ok here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been friends with this girl for a while now, but its not until a month or so again I really liked her, and I mean really like, I think about her all the time, and when I'm with her, I get overpowering urges to go and hug her. She's really attractive, to me that is, and our personalities are quite similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is I'm too scared to ask her out. I'm 15 and have never had a girlfriend before, so don't really know what to do. My friends seem to think she likes me, but the problem is, I don't want to risk getting hurt if it turns out she doesn't but I go ahead and ask here out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the last week of school before the prom, I'm going with her, but not as a couple, we are going in a group. So this is my last real chance to do anything before School ends and we won't really meet much any more as we will be going to different sixth forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am good at talking to girls, In fact most of my friends are girls, of course all in the friend zones, but I only really like that one girl, The problem is, I can't seem to talk about anything really deep, So I just end up hiding behind my Funny Guy personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I will say some more about her, she is friends with about a quarter of the boys in the year, and is quite flirtatious with them, of course that may just be my natural jealously kicking in. She's had a few boyfriends before. But I don't think any where proper or long term relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3335510025761497274?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3335510025761497274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-83.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3335510025761497274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3335510025761497274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-83.html' title='Story #83'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6921642373776255720</id><published>2009-06-11T01:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:26:58.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #82</title><content type='html'>I have liked this girl for 'bout a year now. She knows I like her, Her mates know I like her. The whole school know I like her. So I ask her out. this is the conversation that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her :"Yeah, but I kinda like someone else..."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Oh ok then..."&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me : "So who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Her : "Oh its &lt;random guys name&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Why don't you ask him out then?"&lt;br /&gt;Her : "You think I should?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Yeah go for it"&lt;br /&gt;*she goes off to ask guy out, gets rejected, comes back*&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Sooo...Wanna go out some time?"&lt;br /&gt;*She looks at me and storms out the room crying*&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Awwwww...%%*#..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6921642373776255720?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6921642373776255720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-82.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6921642373776255720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6921642373776255720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-82.html' title='Story #82'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2584408181317622669</id><published>2009-06-11T01:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:26:13.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #81</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;    Q u o t e:&lt;br /&gt;    And I think I'm in love with my best friend's long-term girlfriend (who's also one of my best friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this too! Hurray. Mostly I ignore it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So atm I'm in the middle of a potential success or possible horrible failure. There's this girl that I met through becoming good mates with a few of the girls in work. She's their friend. Her name is Ellen. So Ellen and myself, the first few times we happened to be out at the same time, had a great laugh together, and all of a sudden I'm like hey, I think I like this girl. So my work mates figure this out (as girls are wont to do) and they obviously chat to her about it, and one of them tells me confidentially that Ellen ''thinks'' that she ''might'' like me. WTF does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like yeah that's grand, just take it in my stride, see what happens. The next time we happen to be out together with a group of friends however, Ellen barely talks to me, hell she barely LOOKS at me. So I'm like WTF, then I'm told by the same friend that she's probably just aware of the fact I like her and feeling awkward. Ok, fair enough. Then I'm told by Ellen's best friend that EVERYONE knows I like her. I get a serious grilling from her best friend, I reckon trying to see if I'm good enough for her, and I get told to ''take it slow, because she's been let down by some guy in the past''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Slow when it comes to girls tbh, so that's fine with me. But I've resolved that next time we're out, I'll have a little chat with her and invite her out for drinks or lunch sometime, just to get to know each other, because I still don't know that much about her, nor does she about me. Then my mate tells me that's not exactly taking it slow, but I don't care, I'm doing it anyway. Not gonna sit around waiting for this girl for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the wall, if you wanna comment/advise, it's appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2584408181317622669?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2584408181317622669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-81.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2584408181317622669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2584408181317622669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-81.html' title='Story #81'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-415876429138946086</id><published>2009-06-11T01:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:24:46.491+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #80</title><content type='html'>I'll be brave and post on an alt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15, 2 girlfriends [one of them twice;o]&lt;br /&gt;We'll call them: x + y.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first time was with "y". It was ok to begin with. Then she was busy for 4 weeks, or sick. A combination. So that died. Then I was with "x" for 5 months, before she decided she liked someone else whilst I was on holiday, which obviously didn't end well for me. Then a couple of weeks later we kissed again, but nothing happened. She just avoids the subject, and seems to refuse to acknowledge it even happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, recently, me and "y" decided to give it another go. It was fine to start with, but then after a couple of weeks in which we didn't see each other (she was ill/busy, and crap like that) she decided it wasn't working...again.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, "x" told me that "y" has commitment problems, and hates all corny girlfriend and boyfriend stuff. Which really defies the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still really good friends with them both. And I think I'm in love with my best friend's long-term girlfriend (who's also one of my best friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-415876429138946086?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/415876429138946086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-80.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/415876429138946086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/415876429138946086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-80.html' title='Story #80'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8177234069400822439</id><published>2009-06-11T01:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:22:40.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #79</title><content type='html'>Well I am only on page 5 reading so far but I might as well share my failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say I've finished secondary (high) school at the point of writing, starting Uni next year where I am really gonna go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I ain't had that many girlfriends but I really haven't been able to pick them at all. First was a girl who was slightly attractive but had somehow been around half the school (mostly the non-elite (losers)) but also around some more "established" people who are quick to dismiss it lol. Anyway my turn came, she acted all different about me, cocking her head and talking differently, being the young senseless pug that I was I thought it was cute and agreed to go out with her (she asked me). It was good for about 3 days, and we were split within the week. Needless to say my rep amongst my peers was not good enough to avoid the explosion of gossip and mic takes once word of the relationship came out which was a bit of a @#%@#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is a bit faint to me, was a long time ago (both girls were in my year 8, which would be the equivalent of second year of high school); best guess is I was about 13-14. I cannot remember at all why I went out of her, I at the time had attached myself to a completely different social group (well the under-dregs if you can call it that). Tried it on openly with one of the girls there (well relatively, I was slightly shy), basically got nowhere; I think she fancied me but was far far too shy to act on it. Distraught, when the girl who had tried to help me get with the other one actually asked me out. Thinking it was the obvious thing to do I accepted, quickly developed feelings and we went out for a bit. Not quite sure why we broke up, but I discovered afterwards that she was quite a notorious "bad" girl, and I do not mean bad as in attractive, rebellious and slightly cool. As additional material- after kissing her, hugging and kissing her neck, she announced to me she had head lice... just an "oh". Anyway, I broke up with her or she broke up with me and I distanced myself from her and the social group as fast as was humanly possible (I wasn't harsh about it or anything though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Period of about 2 years without a girlfriend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third and final "official" girl friend I met on a Church weekend away. Was a beautiful big house we all stayed in in our own rooms (I had my own, and she shared with her older sister (who was same age as me) and the girl from no 1 (who I was friends with). Things went really well on the weekend, I met 2 fantastic girls who were sisters (asking for trouble I know, but it wasn't like that). We messed about, truth or dare and general stuff (innocently). Anyway after that I subtly joined the Church choir which they both (and a good friend who was also on that weekend) were part of. I fancied them both sort of, but only announced my feelings about the younger one (2 years (well 1.5) my minor) to the older. Anyway this could be a very long ramble so I will summarize it in a sentence or two. One my age (slightly attractive) helped me pluck the courage to ask the younger one to go out who was not ready for dating, even at 14 or 15 (all girls school). Anyway relationship failed horribly, we didn't see each other- one of those situations where one avoids the other and pretends it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, couple of years after that I discover that the girl my age has feelings for me (I suspected it), even had it told directly to me by a peer. I did not act on it or anything because I thought our personalities would have clashed and it would be another failure. Biggest mistake I made was not trying, would have been perfect in some respects since she would be one of the partners who does a lot of the effort. We remained as friends, and one year on while she is at Uni, while I've deferred a year. I am totally gutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life, of course there are some bits and bobs in-between but nothing worth including.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hoping for things to pick up at Uni :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+5 brownie points if you managed to make it to the end of this post lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8177234069400822439?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8177234069400822439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-79.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8177234069400822439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8177234069400822439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-79.html' title='Story #79'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3679452233874464910</id><published>2009-06-11T01:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:16:10.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #78</title><content type='html'>Let's get back on track - here's my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I noticed a girl, who was a friend of one my mines I started talking to her and realised I really liked her. Turns out the feeling was mutual, and she dumped her at the time boyfriend to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a week she realised she still had feelings for this guy, so I thought "oh, bugger", and I was dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later she came back saying how she still had strong feelings for me (sounds familiar...) and dumped the dude again. 2 days later, just as I was about to ask her out, she went out with some other guy, claiming I "left it too late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she still liked me, so decided she may give me another chance, and dumped this guy. She then asked and started to go out with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... My best friend -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3679452233874464910?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3679452233874464910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-78.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3679452233874464910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3679452233874464910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-78.html' title='Story #78'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3743602598885421100</id><published>2009-06-11T01:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:14:36.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #77</title><content type='html'>So I saw this girl at my school which I liked and after some reassuring I downloaded some Tokio Hotel songs as she was a big fan of them so I'd have a point to approach her.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought luck was with me because the songs were nice to listen to and during a discussion someone in my class said that there was an awkward girl and most of the class agreed and because that was the girl I liked I was almost sure she did not had a bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before the Christmas break last year I saw my chance as she was cycling to school alone, so after a little chat about it she even asked for my name! I was happy as it all worked out she mailed me when I got out of school but after a few mails it stopped suddenly and I found out she had a bf:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3743602598885421100?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3743602598885421100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-77.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3743602598885421100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3743602598885421100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-77.html' title='Story #77'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5575111882463239806</id><published>2009-06-11T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:12:33.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #76</title><content type='html'>Also, I haven't had many girlfriends in my life, but I do remember something that still makes me twinge with regret. It was a couple of days before the summer holidays. I was 13, when a girl I was good friends with asked me out, after school, in the street.. This was the first time a girl took interest in me since... I was 6 or something, and I don't know what chemistry operated in my brain at that moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ran away, down the street, the thumping of my heart audible over the sound of my footfall. I regret that. She's still in my class today (I'm now 17). She wasn't stunningly beautiful, just pretty in a bookish way, and very intelligent to boot. We get along fine now, just chums, but I'll never forget that moment. We sometimes talk about it, for old time's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Dickens once wrote a very apt description for this; something about the golden links of the chain that is one's life, and how you remember them most. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't nice, but it is something that'll stay in my memory for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5575111882463239806?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5575111882463239806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-76.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5575111882463239806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5575111882463239806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-76.html' title='Story #76'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1850969951536844631</id><published>2009-06-11T01:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:11:18.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #75</title><content type='html'>Don't really know why I'm posting this, tbh. As a rule I've never had a problem with relationships - been in a series of long term relationships since my teens, ranging from 6 months up to 4 years, with the odd fling in between. All sort of fizzled out in the end - nothing momentous, like most I've been cheated on by one partner, and went out with one who thought it was fun to manipulate and call me names... but hey ###* happens. It's all pretty standard and by the by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last few months I've got pissed off with, in all honesty. It's quite hard to find other lesbian/bisexual girls - obviously there's the option of gay clubs, but these tend to be meat markets for girls just after some casual sex, and well, that's not my thing. It's pretty hard to just meet random girls on the street or in other social situations not designed specifically for gays either because you have to make the assumption that the bulk of girls you meet are straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, I joined a lesbian forum, and a dating site. I had a lot of interest, which was a bit of an ego boost, most of which not my type, but a couple of nice girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first girl I got chatting to. Gorgeous girl, lots in common with each other, chatted most nights on MSN, the conversation was very easy and we had lots to chat about. A lot of flirting too, a fair few suggestions made. We arranged to meet up and go out for something to eat. She seemed very positive about it all, frequently referred to how excited she was without ANY prompting from me. she texted me on the day of the date saying "Really looking forward to tonight, see you at half 7. xxx". That night, as I was leaving something came up and she cancelled. I was aware it might be just an excuse on her part so I was pretty laid back - just texted her back saying "No worries, just drop me a line next time you're free and we can sort out another day if you want". Since then she's not been on MSN once (guessing I'm blocked), and she barely posts on the forums where we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second girl I talked to was very sweet, we went out for something to eat. It went "ok". she's a few years younger than me and at University, so we're sort of in a different place in life with vastly different perspectives, thus it wasn't a mind blowing date, but we had a really lovely, easy conversation, and I found her very attractive, so when after the date she text me saying she wanted to meet up again (with NO prompting from me), I was like "sure". We texted a little in the days after this - again, mostly initiated by her texting me first. All of a sudden she just disappeared. I'm off her MSN and it's like nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the third girl was a little older, I had put the other bizarre endings down to their age/lack of maturity to be able to just say "I'm not interested, thanks". We e-mailed each other LOADS. Really hit it off, same sort of outlook on life, good banter, lots of giggles, lots of flirting. She mailed me over a week ago in which she basically referred to me as "pretty, sexy and gorgeous". I mailed back, had a bit of a flirt and some general chit chat. And then nothing. She's just stopped mailing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I'm not heartbroken over any of this, rejection happens and I deal with it. It's part of the "dating" world. But why did EVERY single one of them "finish" on an unprompted almost over the top thing about how they wanted to continue ("I'm looking forward to tonight", "let's do it again", "pretty, sexy, gorgeous") before just terminating it without a word. Why not just not say "I'm not interested", or if that's too hard, just don't bother with the OTT flirting immediately before not bothering to get in touch again. I can take a hint, if someone doesn't give me the "signs" I'm pretty fast at noticing and backing off. But don't bloody act like you're SUPER into me and then disappear. That's just rude! If I'm not into someone, I won't act like I want to date them, or call them sexy/gorgeous. Why can't others be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big rant, sorry for too much text, but it's really starting to piss me off, how people can't just be clear about what they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1850969951536844631?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1850969951536844631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-75.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1850969951536844631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1850969951536844631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-75.html' title='Story #75'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8988282676453875308</id><published>2009-06-11T01:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:08:01.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #74</title><content type='html'>So yeah, got my first gf when I was 17, we kissed for the first time in may, just before summer holiday. I was in my final year of high school and passed my final exams so I had a huge holiday, she had a pretty long one as well so we spent a lot of time together. I can only think of one week where we were not together cos we were going away with our folks. apart from that everything was perfect, best vacation I ever had. we fit together perfectly, didn't need words to understand each other, loved the same music and we always knew what the other one was thinking about. bought presents for each other every time we were together for x weeks and stuff like that. Kinda makes you think it might be the one hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was a side of her that I only discovered when the holiday ended. She was really impulsive, and runs away from her problems by getting really really wasted. think its called ADD, same as ADHD but without the hyperactivity thing. she started to skip a lot of school and got into arguments with her mom because of that. I understood why she skipped her school, because the school she went to was absolute crap and her mom didn't let her do anything else because she didn't have the money for it, and if I'm honest I think I'd do the same, apart from the drinking part. Though I still tried to convince her to go to school and not drink that much, trying to support her and make her feel less miserable and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had this 'friend'. he's 26 (she was 16 at the time, 17 now) and got kicked out by his parents because he didn't do anything useful, and now lives of the government and some cheap job. also smokes a helluva lot of weed and drinks too much as well. She went seeing him and having a laugh with him every time she skipped school so her mom would think she was at school. she was pretty honest about this so I didn't see a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that guy started making moves on her. basically he was hitting on another guy's girl. pissed me off to no end tbh. still my gf didn't hide anything from me, and since I don't believe that telling her that I don't want her to see him any more works, I asked her to choose between me and him, and if she choose for me that she told him to stop hitting on her. well that's what she did basically, she choose me and told him to gtfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few weeks after she phoned me and told me that she had gotten drunk with him and that he had kissed her, and that she had kissed him back &gt;_&lt; I also suspect that they had sex (or should I say he %!!**%!%!#*@@@*@ her), but she never said that to me. either way after that we were in a state of uncertainty, and after some time she decided to dump me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I failed to protect her from herself if you understand what I mean, and that that guy is only going to drag her down into alcoholism and a life of misery &gt;__&lt; cant help to feel that I would treat her better than that guy. He's 9 years older and fails at so many things, really cant see him being any good for her =/ sucks ballz really, it happened almost a year ago, and still not really over her, which is weird considering how she treated me in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8988282676453875308?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8988282676453875308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-74.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8988282676453875308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8988282676453875308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-74.html' title='Story #74'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1868052678470218678</id><published>2009-06-11T01:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:04:59.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #73</title><content type='html'>Okay, well, I've never had a girlfriend or had sex, which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been in love before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of background would be that I wasn't interested in girls (or anything) from 6-9, same as most boys. For me though, I had a reputation for "not liking girls" until I was 14. Not sure why it stuck, but it did. The reputation partly became me; so I wasn't interested in girls as much as most boys my age. The two crushes I had in that time were more because my best friend also fancied them, so it became a kind of game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I left school shortly before I was 14 due to social problems; pretty much ex-communicated myself from the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister had a friend, 2 and a half years younger than me. And over the course of a year, we became great friends. Never judge a book by it's cover, because at face-value she seemed like a stereotypical ditsy blonde. She was blindingly intelligent at times, and I just really enjoyed talking to her or listening to her insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been playing some game, and for some reason, we created a make-shift bed in the garden; all innocent. But, at some point, I marvelled at the closeness of our bodies (fully clothed), and it just struck me that she was incredibly attractive, and due to the "reputation", I experienced an awakening of sorts. One of the high points of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then *!#! hit the fan, and I became anxious and depressed due to outside influences. In hindsight, I should have given her the choice; but I was new to depression, so I made the choice for her and while we still flirted all the time, I felt I could never make the move because I didn't want to inflict my pain on her. I can remember opportunities that would have been perfect, and they are my greatest regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I believe she may have felt the same, but she got tired of waiting; can't say I blame her. She and my sister drifted apart also, and in my depressed/anxious state, I felt I couldn't independently see her. Haven't seen her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably seems like this was just the standard hormones related love, or that I attached myself to her due to being a loner; but I firmly believe it was genuine love. I still remember everything about her 8 years on. While I wanted to have sex with her, it was never a priority. I could have basked in her presence, doing nothing, for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is a huge regret, "it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all". I've turned the regret into a positive emotion; it has actually helped with the anxiety. The concept of love also opened many doors. All in all, the experience has made me a much better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1868052678470218678?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1868052678470218678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-73.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1868052678470218678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1868052678470218678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-73.html' title='Story #73'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2848136733904934152</id><published>2009-06-11T01:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:03:58.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #72</title><content type='html'>There's this one girl that keeps coming back in my life, every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out in third grade (don't know if these grades are equal in all countries, but I was 14, so go figure). Our school organized a "survival camp" in the Ardennes, during the Spring. The camp took 5 days. When I met her on the first day, I was too shy to say anything. She was bloody gorgeous, I thought she was way "out of reach", if you know what I mean. I can't say I didn't have any experience on girlfriends at all, though, back then.&lt;br /&gt;We've had eye-contact a couple of times (resulting in me quickly turning my head) and we talked a bit during a teamwork-game, though that was all related to the game we were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until the party at the last evening that I managed to chat with her. Our friend-groups kind of merged at the last day, so I was pretty lucky with that. There was a great comfort between us, though the main reason was probably because the teachers would let us have alcohol. We started dancing (read: jumping around like retards) and we ended up together on a bench near a playground. We admitted our feelings towards each other and switched phone numbers. Later on, I heard from her friend she had been talking about me ever since the camp had started. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, we planned a date nearly 2 days after our arrival. It was the start of a "cute" relationship. We cuddled and hugged and held hands in public, but barely ever kissed. She wasn't really into kissing, not even to speak of French kissing. 1,5 months later, she broke up because she "just wasn't ready for this stuff". I have to add that she was 16, 1,5 years older than me. She insisted on staying friends, so we stayed in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted on MSN for hours and hours. It was during those conversations when she told me her mum died not so long ago, and that it's stopping her a bit in her emotional development. Between last August and that Spring/Summer, it happened two times that we started having feelings for each other again (or in other words: reviving our old feelings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was during a birthday-party of a shared friend. Beforehand, our MSN activity was growing rapidly. We didn't meet up in real life until that party. It turned out to be a slumber party. We slept in the same room. It was all good and cozy, and when we went home the day after, we agreed on going to the cinemas Sunday next week. That Sunday, while I was waiting for her at the theatre, she texted me she forgot she had badminton-training and she couldn’t make it to the theatre. I was pissed, she obviously knew this before we even planned on going to the cinema, so why did she call it off so late? It appeared she was dealing with the same problem again. She just wasn’t ready for this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, flirts became girlfriends became exes, though I’ve never really felt as much for them as for that one girl. Again we stayed in touch, but not as much as before. Until March 2008. I was 17, she was 18. We started chatting more and more and eventually she invited me to sleep at her niece’s place on a Saturday-eve. We would go to a discotheque with a couple of their friends. I didn’t know anyone, so I mainly talked with her. We loosened up a bit due to the alcohol, and by the time we went to the discotheque, we were holding hands. At the club, we didn’t release each other for at least an hour or so. In the end we even kissed, avec le tongue! Wow, I did a world’s first! She found out it wasn’t so bad after all. Many happy tiemz followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say alcohol doesn’t create new desires, it only strengthens your old desires. Unfortunately, she thought otherwise. The morning after, she was silent, very to-the-point and in a bad mood. I left after breakfast. That evening, she told me on MSN that the alcohol caused all this, and she didn’t have any feelings for me. It was probably just her need for some male attention. Those were some pretty devastating words. She told me we shouldn’t be doing this any more. I agreed, though I took it quite hard. I had developed feelings for her for at least 3 years, and now she just waved them away like she didn’t care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following August I met my last girlfriend. It was love at first sight. I’ve never felt happier before in my life. Just after starting a relationship, that girl got in touch with me again. She told me she couldn’t get me out of her mind and that had regret of what she told me in March. I got really mad. All these years I’ve had feelings for her – last Spring she broke my heart, but now that I’ve finally met someone I truly love, she comes up with this! I told her I was with someone else now. She took it bad and removed me from MSN, but I didn’t care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months passed. Eventually we apologized to each other, and we continued as buddies. Chatbuddies, that is. I helped her when she told me she probably had Asperger’s Syndrome, by being a good listener, advice dog, etc. She helped me when I broke up with my girlfriend, by being a good listener, advice dog, etc. Three months ago, we admitted we still had feelings for each other (she was now 19, I was 18). We made some brownies at my place, teased each other a bit, and kissed a little in the end. It was all very comfy. However, afterwards she said my heart was still occupied by my ex. She didn’t want to be in the second place, and I can’t give her wrong about that. The wound was still fresh. She also told me we shouldn’t do this again. Déjà vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we got in touch again. I wonder where it will lead to this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2848136733904934152?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2848136733904934152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-72.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2848136733904934152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2848136733904934152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-72.html' title='Story #72'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1337322207720861605</id><published>2009-06-11T01:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:03:20.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #71</title><content type='html'>Well, does this count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the first and second grade of high school, I was a very good friend with a girl. I was in loooove with another girl, though, so I considered this one as just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third grade or so we drifted apart, for some reason. Simply talked less and less, until we stopped talking at all. Never figured out why that happened. Until one day (A year or so ago.), when, after we met for a coffee and talked a bit, she told me how she used to have a huge crush on me back in first and second grade, but I obviously liked another girl (I remember being annoying by talking about that one 24/7.), so she never tried anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, by then she got herself a boyfriend and it was too late. :&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1337322207720861605?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1337322207720861605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-71.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1337322207720861605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1337322207720861605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-71.html' title='Story #71'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2296215692688036754</id><published>2009-06-11T01:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:01:58.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #70</title><content type='html'>I had a girlfriend in my second year of high school, I liked her and she liked me, and we were in the same class. However, for some reason she couldn't handle all the attention that everyone else gave us because we were a couple suddenly, and that resulted in her trying really hard not to be clingy. So basically, she avoided me in every way she could, and she wouldn't kiss, hug or even hold hands with me. Weird !!%!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up after a week, and a few days later she told me she was sorry and she wanted to try again. I gave her another chance, but it ended up the same way, so we broke up again. That left me pretty confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the light side, I have another girlfriend now, and this girl is pretty much perfect. She's everything I've always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2296215692688036754?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2296215692688036754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-70.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2296215692688036754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2296215692688036754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-70.html' title='Story #70'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8673558951126808895</id><published>2009-05-19T19:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:01:01.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #69</title><content type='html'>Hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started a half year back or something when I met this awesome girl. We started talking and it seemed to me like we clicked which is really special for me since I'm not really good in meeting new people and all. So at the end we exchanged msn and phone number. I was one happy guy back than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next two month or so we talked on msn a lot and I was really falling in love. In one of our conversations I mentioned I'm really shy and normally not so open to girls. she reacted really kind and gave me all kind of tips to get more confident. A few days later she even asked me to hang out with her some day. so, of course I said yes and we had a great time... so far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I still want to ask her out cause I'm just really crazy about her.. but, here's the thing. When I get online on msn she is always the one starting the conversation, so after the "Hi, how are you" thing I normally ask her how her day was etc. But she never shows interest back, she never asked how my day was for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lack of interest in me, is that a sign she doesn't like me the way I like her, or should I still give it a shot and ask her out. I really hate it to get turned down so that's problem the reason why I haven't asked her out yet and I never will if I know she isn't interested in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8673558951126808895?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8673558951126808895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-69.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8673558951126808895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8673558951126808895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-69.html' title='Story #69'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7166361522791038698</id><published>2009-05-19T19:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:59:10.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #68</title><content type='html'>Meet the Uber-GALRITPOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get close to a girl and I actually start to like her or date her for a while I f*ck up. A few years ago I really liked this girl, but didn't seem to get any reaction (not that I did anything to make something happen). After a few months I kinda lost interest in her, and BAM! one evening she starts kissing me, telling me how great I am. But I told her in all honesty that I did not feel the same way any more, I told her that it was mutual a few months ago and so was like "why didn't you say so" and I was like "DOH!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later I meet another girl on holiday and I really liked her, but she had a boyfriend, and I backed off a bit. A few weeks after I came back I got a text saying that she broke up with her boyfriend en really wanted to meet me. So I went to her place but -again- it didn't feel the same any more. We kept talking for a few weeks and then it kinda died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago there was this other girl, which I met on WoW. First we talked a lot on WoW and MSN, later we started skyping en exchanging pictures. But as it is she still had a boyfriend, but KEPT giving me hints and stuff. So after a few months she invited me to her country, I need to say I had a blast of a time and even some stuff happened that shouldn't have happened (not proud of it). When I came back I was totally in love but she seemed different, felt like she was pushing me away. So after being sad for a while I decided to stop talking to her en kick her out of MSN and everything else. After a while I forgot about her. Then one day I get a text from her telling me how much she misses me. I decided not to react, afraid to feel sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back on the market having fun and not falling in love so fast any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say again, Meet the Uber-GALRITPOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7166361522791038698?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7166361522791038698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-68.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7166361522791038698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7166361522791038698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-68.html' title='Story #68'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-230018797909895397</id><published>2009-05-19T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:57:37.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #67</title><content type='html'>Ugh bit depressing to do this at my age but nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 and a student currently, my problem is my friends ex-girlfriend who I've got pretty strong feels for. Now the thing is we've known each other for only a few months but been through some tough !@%! together and we've both been there for each other which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm very comfortable with her which is a bit strange after only knowing her for a short time I mean - we've seen each other naked at parties and the like and are together most of the time, thing is I think my feelings are getting too deep just to be friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing that's stopping me from going for it is my friend(her ex) now he considers me as his best mate but the feeling isn't mutual mainly because he's a pleb but a decent lad when he wants to be, anyway my mate and her had a period of time where they just kept their distance from each other - fair enough, but now they're starting to get close again and all he wants with her is to use her as some kind of intermission because he got cheated on by the girl he's crazy about and i can't stand to see her hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that holds up me and Stef getting together is that I've slept with her best mate, at Stef's party in her bed and I've no idea how her friend feels about me but as far as I was concerned just a drunken one-nighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway any advice on how to read the situation better with her or when I should go for it is greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-230018797909895397?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/230018797909895397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/230018797909895397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/230018797909895397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-67.html' title='Story #67'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7787958926920734915</id><published>2009-05-19T19:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:56:02.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #66</title><content type='html'>Saw this topic and thought I'd post the story about my impossible love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there's this girl. She happens to be one of my best friends, I've known her since I was like 3 years old (I am 16 now by the way, so is she). We're very good friends and can talk about anything really... But recently I've began to develop more feelings for her, and I am now convinced that I have fallen in love with this fantastic girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's all good and well, except the fact that I can't tell her. You hear about friendships being f*ked up by stuff like this, and I really really don't want that to happen. I'm not sure how she would react, but I'm afraid to risk our friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may like me as well, although it could just be friend stuff... Lately, when we've hugged (as I assume most close friends do), it's been like... well, I'm not sure how to say it English, but more tightly, if you understand... We've held hands several times, actually had a quite romantic moment with her on New Year's Eve... We held hands and watched the stars for a couple of minutes... then we were brutally brought back to the real world by fireworks exploding nearby lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also said that the next time she's going to have a BF, is when she finds someone who can really knock her off her feet... While she wasn't talking to me, she was looking at me when saying this, I dunno if there's a hidden message there or if it was a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so confused at the moment, I feel like I simply cannot tell her because I may risk losing her as a friend, but at the same time it's tearing me apart. I'd like some serious opinions on what I should do, please. I just can't figure it out :(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7787958926920734915?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7787958926920734915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-66.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7787958926920734915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7787958926920734915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-66.html' title='Story #66'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8808578710961408350</id><published>2009-05-19T19:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:54:24.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #65</title><content type='html'>Back when I was in still at school I was a bit of a geeky kid... had long hair and played guitar, like to spend my time playing FF7 and Res Evil..etc. The only one in the whole school with long hair... apart from the girls heh.. for years I got the crap kicked out of me and put in bins and that. There were plenty of times I found myself really liking a girl and made a complete fool of myself over and over again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone started turning 15/16 all of a sudden they all started to learn how to play instruments, and it became very 'cool'. It was all punk power chord bands.. I got passed over cos I'd been the geeky kid for way too long! I was kinda the loner still.. loving my old school rock. Hanging around in ripped jeans and still had really long hair.. still having almost no luck with the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more years pass, and everyone is about 18. Last year at school before Uni. At this point I'd already been on tour with my metal band, the punk phase has passed and stuff is getting a bit more competent (not that good punk bands aren't! but you know what I mean..) Prom time comes around, and all the guys thought it would be great to get a big band together to play at the party! They finally ask me if I wanna get up and play on a song.. blatantly thought that I would make a fool of myself and that by doing so they would make themselves look fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom night comes round... everyone else in their suits and that. Not me.. jeans ftw! First song of the evening, good old Sweet Child of Mine heh. I ripped it up and the whole place kicked off! For the next 2 hours everyone was asking me to get up on stage again.. and I refused! Until the very last song... played a pacey blues number.. went down a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left school I went on to play kinda semi pro.. only have to work part time and get to do what I love most weekends. Good lord I could tell you some stories... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here ladies and gents.. is that even if you don't have much luck in school and your a bit of a geek and that... Better times are coming. Stay true to what you love and believe in, the rest will follow... including teh girlez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..just had to post something in this epic thread heh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8808578710961408350?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8808578710961408350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8808578710961408350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8808578710961408350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-65.html' title='Story #65'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3778174592303557904</id><published>2009-05-19T19:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:51:26.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #64</title><content type='html'>Hey :) Well I kind of have no idea why I'm desperate, but I'll just post it here :) I'm 14 years old, I'm about 1m 70 and I weigh only about 48 kg ( a problem in my tummy :D can't explain it in English ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last year I had a short flirt with a girl, let's call her Anna, and after I broke up with her Start of July ( we got together in May ) we didn't speak a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But turns out she came to my school cause she didn't pass in hers. And she brought along her girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wauw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her girlfriend was dazzling, I really liked her, and she added me, mainly because my ex wanted to hook up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call her Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's the third girl, who plays a minor role, but quite important, let's call her Sarah. she's a friend of both girls and me, and she lives close by, and both Lisa and Anna drop by there often on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I started talking to this girl a lot, Lisa, while keeping contact with Anna, to obviously but not so really exploit that Lisa is Anna's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we play a game of "Who do you like ?" other friends have long since told me that she likes me, but I'm to shy, so nothing said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Anna finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is a little teeny weenie depressive girl now, and she offends her best friend, Lisa, calling her a slu*t, and a %*@!%, and that she hates her. Now, Lisa is afraid of meeting up with me, cause she's afraid of losing her best friend Anna, who is treating her poorly, because she's confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna still has feelings for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Thursday, Lisa is a bit distant, and won't talk to me really, and Anna is being a bit better, cause I talked to her for long, and she might glue it all together, by saying Lisa she's sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Anna is unpredictable, so let's not count on it. Lisa is not shy at all when Anna is not around, and here's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow ( Friday ) dear Lisa will be coming over to Sarah, and they will visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess is, they arrive around 10 pm, leave at about 1-2 or we take walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, problem is, I have to keep telling Anna I won't drop her out once I really "go out" with Lisa, and it's a problem kinda :/ but anyway, help plx! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3778174592303557904?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3778174592303557904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-64.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3778174592303557904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3778174592303557904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-64.html' title='Story #64'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-9179129366693932464</id><published>2009-05-19T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:48:05.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #63</title><content type='html'>The story I am about to tell you is some years old already at this point, but it is still worth a few good laughs and most certainly a true GALRITPOG-kind of event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the show:&lt;br /&gt;The story starts at the age of 13(turned 14 midway through). I had known this one girl for 6 years or so at the time, and we had been fooling around for at least a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;She liked me and I liked her, but I sort of rejected her because she was not popular at school(while I sort of was). Anyway, thanks to some heavy encouragement from my friends we almost ended up together - very close to it, would most likely have gone on if it wasn't for the silly stuff that is about to come..&lt;br /&gt;The summer that year we somehow ended up in bed together, and worse yet, we had to cancel operation halfway through because we got interrupted and almost busted by mentioned friends(don't ask me how we even ended up there, both 13-14 years, no doubt illegal and also totally clueless).&lt;br /&gt;We didn't meet/talk again at all that summer, and the next schoolyear we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am 20 years old, and I still haven't talked to her. And not much to any other female either, for that matter. Think the whole thing gave me a bit of a shock, I did really not expect that. :p&lt;br /&gt;I still think about her every now and then, though I have no idea where she is or how she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's some "comfort" in knowing that I lost my virginity in a laughable way before I went GALR. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-9179129366693932464?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/9179129366693932464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-63.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9179129366693932464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9179129366693932464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-63.html' title='Story #63'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8684826475021018759</id><published>2009-05-03T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:10:47.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #62</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've got another story for you guys, and I'm gonna need loads of help on this one. I'll try to make it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got to know a freaking hot girl in the ninth grade (one year older than me, that is), she's single, and we've known each other for some days. We're becoming very good friends, and it's going fast. Think i have to tell her what I think about her to prevent getting stuck in the friends zone, but I'm afraid that I already know that answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been together with a guy in my class, so I doubt that she has got anything against younger "men" :D. She's really hot, and one of the most mature girls I've ever met. And really friendly. When I added her(We didn't know each other), She didn't just turn me down like any other girl would have done, instead she asked questions and seemed just as interested as I was. Even though she claimed she had never noticed me in school :P And I got a hug the day after we talked for the very first time O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's currently on Prao (Dunno what it's called in English, anyway, students get to "taste" real life as they are sent out in the city to work for 2 weeks), with other words, we won't see each other for 2 weeks. We're keeping in touch through MSN. Better tell her that I like her before I get "Friendzoned", Just dunno where, when and how? And what else should I do? Next week I'm going to a Swedish island called Öland with school, so i won't be able to get on MSN for 5 days (Although I'll bring a Cellphone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs more details, I'll gladly tell ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8684826475021018759?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8684826475021018759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-62.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8684826475021018759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8684826475021018759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-62.html' title='Story #62'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5030311918978707040</id><published>2009-05-03T18:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:54:45.159+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #61</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I was going to post this but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Whoa... I wrote a long story lol, hope you are immune to Wall of Text crits ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts when I was 17 (I am 20 now). I used to be very shy and didn't have much friends. Low self-confidence, depressed. In a way I am not doing much better these days but I did work on my "social skills", and things are looking better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no problems in primary school, had lot friends and so on. Then came the high school. And things started to get wrong. I didn't have many friends (I blame myself for that because I didn't even tried to get them - and when I realized this it was already too late I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was this girl in our class. I noticed her the first day of school and she was very pretty, smart and nice. But I didn't really had any "love at first sight" feelings for her. It was at the beginning of the third year that I started to be in love with her. She was just a girl like no other. Not only she was the most beautiful girl I ever saw, she was smart, funny, intelligent, friendly, she went out a lot, and her lovely voice! (I could listen to her for 10 days straight) - basically she was perfect in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this third year in school we had to choose few subjects and there were smaller groups at each. Anyway I was in same group as her - everywhere. And I was just so in love. Almost every morning she came to school at about same time as me (maybe a few minutes before others) and we saw each other in the hallway. And I said: "Hi" and she didn't say "Hi" back but she just looked at me and smiled - and it was something about this smile, it was just so real and pristine, it's hard to explain it with words, but at that moment time just stopped for a few moments. It was just me, and her, and we looked at each other and she was smiling just for me. I wish that moment would last forever. And almost every morning the exacly same thing happened. And every time her smile was just so honest and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she had to read something during the classes I was just listening to her voice, didn't even know what she was actually saying. I was looking at her as much as I could - I tried not to stare at her. And here and then our eyes met and time stopped again for me. I was just so in love it's hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one day the class was over and few of us are about to go home. Everyone in their own direction. And somehow I went in same way as her. I had to visit the library to borrow some book. And she said: "Oh you going this way?". And I said "Yep, I'm going to to library to rent a book". And she was so happy that she didn't need to walk to home alone. So we walked, and talked about things - and those 10-15 minutes were just one of the best moments in my life. When we got there, we said goodbye to each other, she went home. I rented a book and went back to school and to bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after class was finished I was about to go to bus and home. And she said "Hey you going this way?". And was like "Yea". And I didn't actually needed to go there. I only said "Yes" to her so I could spend another 10 minutes with her. She asked me why am I going this way because I usually take the bus. And I made up a story that I wait my dad at library and that he picked me up on his way from work. Well, so I walked her home like 2-3 times a week, for almost 2 school years. And every time we walked for like 10 minutes and when she left, I had to walk 15 minutes back to a bus station. Funny thing is that she never found out that I was actually walking all the way back to bus every time when she left. We talked about many things on these walks and I found out a lot of things about her. She was really an "open" person, she told me a lot of things about herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had the best marks in our class. She passed practically every exam with an A+. And sometimes when she said that some exam was pretty hard, friends of hers said to her like "Why are you complaining? You are going to pass it anyway, hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... she said to me how he hates that people have so high expectations for her. And that they take it for granted that she is doing so good at school, without knowing how much hard work is there behind all of it. She told me a lot of things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand wanted to tell her how much I love her every time we walked "home". But I was just to shy and to afraid. I was even rather good looking. But still, I had no friends, no social life and even she knew that. So I was just quiet. And never told her how I feel about her. But it was so painful... to stand so close to the person you love the most in the whole world and knowing that she doesn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by fast and soon there was the prom. I wanted to ask her if she would like to dance with me, but I hesitated for too long and missed my chance. Anyway, after there came the prom and we had a party afterwards. We kind of split up in few groups and went to different places, I got pretty drunk. Eventually around 5 AM me and like 5-6 others came to this disco where we said we are all going to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she was. Looking as beautiful as never before. And when I came in the room my glasses became all foggy (was really cold outside). She saw that and walked to me and wiped the fog from my glasses with her hand. And she looked at me with those pretty eyes and smiled. And I smiled back. And at that moment I realized that she was also in love with me. I just knew it somehow. And this group that I came in with we all sat down and we were just so cold because we were walking for like 3 hours at like 0°C. And she came to us and she asked if anyone wanted to dance. And she kind of tried to pull them up but nobody wasn't really in the mood. So she comes to me and grabs my hand and she says "Come, let's go dance"..... And I wanted to go and dance with her more than anything in the world... But somehow I didn't stand up. And eventually she went back on the dance floor alone............................................................................... :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the biggest mistake in my life. I don't know WHY THE @/#" I didn't say "YES". I ask myself this question every single day. For more than a year now. Every day. And I just know that if I would say yes to her, and we would go dancing I would tell her that I love her. I was drunk enough to be brave, and no too much so I knew exactly what was going on. And I just knew that she loved me too back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school ended. And I haven't seen her since. We went to different Uni's. We are in the same city - but it's a big city. I meet a school friend from time to time. But it is never her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago we had this high school reunion party. And at first I didn't wanted to go, because like I said I didn't have many friends among them. But I forced myself to go, because she might be there - I mean she always went to these sort of parties. And when I got there, I found out that she was on seaside. And that she won't be coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Still in love with her (I love her for more than 3 years now - and I never told her). And I am pretty depressed a lot of times. And I am asking myself why didn't I go dance with her? Why was I so stupid? And I think about what would happen if I would told her that I love her that night. We could be together. I could be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when we will meet again. I hope we will someday soon. But it's already been 14 months since I saw her. So she probably have a boyfriend already. And it might be to late for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, no matter what happens, she will ALWAYS be in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5030311918978707040?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5030311918978707040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-61.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5030311918978707040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5030311918978707040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-61.html' title='Story #61'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2683638475189695392</id><published>2009-05-03T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:51:57.695+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #60</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was on a park party, it was pretty nice, loads of my friends where there and some nice girls. After like an hour, a nice girl settles down beside me, asks me what my name is etc, I was pretty drunk by that time and it didn't take long time before we where making out, we went away from the rest of the crowd and settled down in some bushes. we kept kissing for a while, then she asks me if I want to have sex, and i was like "yeeah sure" and moved my hands down her panties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, her telephone rang... it was her dad who said that he was waiting for her in the parking and that she had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got her number and I guess I'm gonna call her next time I'm going out to a party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2683638475189695392?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2683638475189695392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2683638475189695392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2683638475189695392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-60.html' title='Story #60'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2429994253304050718</id><published>2009-05-03T05:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:25:51.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #59</title><content type='html'>Wall of text inc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all GALRITPOG people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't the first time I've posted in this epic thread, it is however the first time I post with this alt. Don't know why I do that, but I have a feeling it will be better in the long run. My story isn't about the same girl as before either. She was really nice but that just didn't work out. OK, here it goes *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many other people I still think that meeting girls over the internet and falling in love with them is, well, a bit weird I guess. But about 2-3 months ago I found a story on this forum of a girl that needed a bit of help. I'm a nice guy so I replied to her and after a bit of talk I gave her my MSN so we could talk further. That night I went to bed at 06.00 in the morning. This girl is great, she's funny, smart, she plays Wow and so much other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in that week I talked to her about 3 times, always in the evening, and it always continued past 04.00. I found my self falling in love with her. I hadn't seen her, so I felt all this just from her personality. At the end of the week she sends me a picture of herself. I open the file and the first thing in my mind is: HOLY SH*T, she plays WoW??!?!? She looks great in every way I like. I send her a picture of me, something I normally never do..., and she thinks that I look great, which is a huge confidence boost for me at the time. Because even though I'm 18 and not bad looking, no girl ever showed interest in me.But the next week I went on vacation, to somewhere I didn't have access to internet for an entire month. Now in that time I discover that I love her. I mean really love her. Not because I now know that she looks good( not that I'm complaining :D ), but because of how we can talk and have fun etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that month I also grow insecure. I mean, what if she doesn't like me anymore, or never liked me anyway??? I'm quite used to rejection, but I've gotten my hopes up and well. as another topic says atm. Rejection's a %#$%. I couldn't stop thinking about her, it stopped me from having any fun in my vacation!&lt;br /&gt;The only good things for me were that the day of my return was coming closer every day and that I stocked up on love songs on my mp3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came on which I arrived home. It was really late( 6.00 in the morning again) but I still had a little hope of speaking to her that time. Too bad, she wasn't on MSN. But the next day she was!! When I saw her come online, I got a strange feeling of fear. Fear of talking to her and being rejected. Now I'm not a really confident guy and if it would've been stronger than that feeling would have stopped me... Thank god I didn't listen to it. The conversation that followed was just as good as all the talks I had with her till then. It made me feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following month we slowly grew closer to each other. Throwing on web cams and sending more pictures. And one day she says that she likes me...even loves me ... My heart jumps up and I reply that I liked her that much ever since I gotten to know her. Having said this to each other, it seemed like all the boundaries that were still there were broken and we continuously say that we love each other and that we wish that we were together... Not even for the sex ( hey, I'm an 18 year old boy, what else should I be thinking about?). No, I just want to hold her in my arms and hug her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the real problem here. You see, she lives in a little country called Norway, and I live in the great kingdom of Holland... I'm a busy guy and I have no time now or in the next few months to go there. And she has little time for such a thing either. Now the feeling that I have for her is starting to hurt me, I need to get to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school just started, do you think it's just to skip it for say , a week, to go and meet her? Or, she is going to another country for a month. She passes Holland and she said she'd really like to stop here and stay for about a week. Only her parents don't approve of it. Should I encourage her plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plox help me. I have fallen in love with a girl before. But never like this and it's really ripping my heart out. If the GALRITPOG can't help me, I don't know what can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2429994253304050718?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2429994253304050718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2429994253304050718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2429994253304050718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-59.html' title='Story #59'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7321806131714275544</id><published>2009-05-03T05:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:22:17.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #58</title><content type='html'>Hi, my problem isn't big compared to some of you, but I'd like to ask advice. :) (Another girl problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just turning 16 and started high school recently, playing WoW in free time and sometimes doing some boring stuff with friends. Me in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl in the school i used to go in. The girl is just nothing like I've ever seen previously, intelligent, smart, cute, funny etc... So, as foolish and shy as I was, i never made any effort to get to know her. Now that I'm in a different school I'm always very happy when i get so see her in the previous school as i sometimes visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at times it looked like she was smiling at me, looking at me and all that. I did the same in return but neither of us had the guts to step up and start talking. (The girl is 2 years younger so it's not a wonder why she never came over to talk.)&lt;br /&gt;Last time I visited the school she was eating with her friends a few tables away and her friend saw me coming and immediately whispered something to the girl I liked, and the girl turned her head and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm just paranoid or something?? :s In that tiny little black hole of my brains i have that feeling saying; "she doesn't like you, you're not good enough for her, she was just looking at some of your mates. you are being paranoid, stop dreaming" And the other half says "Yes she was looking at you and probably wants you to go over and talk to her, do it." And every time some rich pretty boy walks past me I get this voice telling "wtf, you are an ugly guy, look at the guy that passed you, he has more money, looks, everything" and then I just lose all hope. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?? What if she doesn't like me and doesn't even know I'm around? If I go over to talk to her, maybe she will be like "ewww go away you pervert, 2 years older and all! what a pathetic loser" and hey, it's not that I'm afraid of getting rejected but I don't want to put her in an uncomfortable situation :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My family is pretty poor.. So everything is depending on me and my future job, my dad really wants me to success in money business (mind me, I'm pretty badass when it comes to money and doing business ^^) I'd just some day want to tell my dad "hey, I've got enough money to buy you a new car" or something :)&lt;br /&gt;So could a girl affect this?? My mother is always like "go go get a girlfriend and have fun" and my dad is "go on boy do more work and get more money" I also do martial arts :D&lt;br /&gt;There's been some real horror stories about studying and girls not going hand in hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew long story, thanks for any replies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7321806131714275544?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7321806131714275544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7321806131714275544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7321806131714275544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-58.html' title='Story #58'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6055832721288895337</id><published>2009-05-03T03:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:04:47.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #57</title><content type='html'>Anyways, on to my story, it'll probably help me get on with my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so like some of you might remember, I'm just an average, maybe a bit too nerdy boy at the age of 14, almost 15, mind you, age is unfortunately essential for this story...&lt;br /&gt;I live in Denmark, but that's not very relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it all started with me being a boy scout. So this holiday I went to this big big scout camp called the World Scout Jamboree in Essex, England. I was going with 40 other scouts from Copenhagen, where I live, and 40 thousand other scouts from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the day of our departure, just as I arrive at the airport, I notice this girl that I'm gonna be journeying with for the three weeks of the camp. She turns out to be a very nice person, apart from her fantastic looks. We become very close friends, closer than I've ever been to a girl before. I feel like she might actually like me, something that sounds to good to be true to someone like me, the guy that the girls always laugh of... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it is=( She stops, for some reason completely unknown to me, to talk to me, me starting to be nervous and afraid to start a conversation with her. Then I decide to find out what she actually thinks about me by telling her how much I like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I've started the conversation with something like "Hey [Girl]....." I suddenly grow dizzy, and completely dumb. She looks at me, smiles and tells me she thinks I'm acting weird, something that makes me even more nervous. So we decide that I make another go the next evening. Now, I'm quite sure she already figured out what I wanted to say, so it annoyed me a little that she still wanted me to say it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that may just be the way of girls... as if I'll ever get to understand them... So I try again the next day, finally manage to tell her, but.... Well, she refuses, saying that she doesn't feel right about me being 14 and her being 16.... and also that she's got someone at home..... Later I find out that that's not the entire truth..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, from that moment she ignores me even more, actually she does that until the very last evening of the camp, then I find out she's been thinking I'm angry with her for not wanting to be with her, because she thinks I'm talking roughly to her. Here I make a mistake, telling her "that might just be the way I am" which is not quite true, but I was tired at that time, sad that the camp was over. So from that point she seems to have become angry with me for saying that, dunno why.... hasn't actually expressed it verbally, but I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, having lost my first chance of a relationship, and on the way I also lost a very good friend. I feel so attracted to her, and I thought she thought so about me to. Me, the person everybody laughs of, except for my few friends, bless them. I feel miserable, weak and I have been having problems sleeping quite a few times since that. Please help me guys, I'm getting desperate=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6055832721288895337?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6055832721288895337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6055832721288895337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6055832721288895337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-57.html' title='Story #57'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2792624612777635255</id><published>2009-05-02T20:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:47:20.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #56</title><content type='html'>Suppose I could post my story here as well, mainly to give this thread more life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Croatia, and i had a brand new story ( Which I would need some help with) for the GALRITPOG thread. Just to notice that it's dead and that I'm not a necromancer. Anyway I still need some help, so I'll write the story here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be arsed to read the entire story, read the last sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as some people know I've been away to Croatia for some weeks. There i met the most beautiful girl ever. She even had good humour! Her music taste was crap but that's changeable :D It all started one typical night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my 12 year old cousin and my 13 year old friend were walking back to the rest of our "gang". Then my friend tells us to wait here while he runs away to talk to some girls. They are four, and since I am in that age, I have to check if there's anyone hot. I notice one VERY hot girl, and she looks my age too! I stood and waited until he came back, then we started talking (Me = M, Friend = F)&lt;br /&gt;M = Who's that blonde girl?&lt;br /&gt;F = Her name is Jane (Not really :D), She's Swedish&lt;br /&gt;M = Very funny mate (Since I am Swedish, i though he was making fun of me :D)&lt;br /&gt;F= I'm dead serious&lt;br /&gt;M= Really? Can she speak Swedish?&lt;br /&gt;F= Yeah, she has lived her entire life in Sweden&lt;br /&gt;M= Cool, how old is she?&lt;br /&gt;F= Dunno, want me to ask?&lt;br /&gt;M= Yeah, do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he runs over and asks, and returns 15 seconds later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F= She's 15, turning 16 in august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though "Wtf? She's 2 years older and a head shorter than me :o" I was pretty sure she was my age, apparently she wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M= Damn, we'll I'll have to make something up then (Since girls usually like older guys, not younger. Especially not two years). Let's go and find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we did, we started to walk against the village centre, and soon we found them sitting on a stone bench. I started talking to her immediately ( In Swedish of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M= Hey, what's your name? (I know I already knew it, but it felt wrong to start in a different way)&lt;br /&gt;J= Jane...... Yours?&lt;br /&gt;M= Martin, Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;J = Karlskoga, you? (8 hours away from me, yippie)&lt;br /&gt;M = Lund. Karlskoga, ain't that in Blekinge? (A place close to me, mixed karlskoga up with Karlskrona)&lt;br /&gt;J = No *giggle &amp; silence* How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;M= turning 17 in 8 days (And I was turning 14 in 8 days for real :P), you?&lt;br /&gt;J= * looks at me with a suspicious look* okay, I'm 15, turning 16..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they said they had to go, and I didn't see her more that night. Saw her next day at the beach though, we talked a little, not too much though. Wish I wasn't that shy :/. Anyway, The evening was far more interesting, Was out with the same cousin &amp; friend, + our new female friends. Jane had already found out that I was interested in her, not that it mattered though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had told all my friends that, if she asked, tell her that I was 16, soon 17. It was pretty obvious that she didn't believe me though, since she asked pretty much everyone she saw. Everyone said 16, until the only girl I had to informed came walking by, and Jane asked of course, and got the answer 13. First she took it good, she said "I knew it!" and laughed. The rest of the evening (Which only lasted for 20 min, thank god) the only things she said was "hmm,ok,dunno,maybe,yeah". When I asked her why she said she was tired. We said goodnight to each other, and i hoped the next day would be better. and it was, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i did when i saw her was walk up to her and ask :&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;J: No..&lt;br /&gt;M: Not at all?&lt;br /&gt;J: Nope&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay, all your friends say tha-&lt;br /&gt;j: Martin, I'm not angry *smile* Just tell me why&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, girls don't usually like younger guys *smile*&lt;br /&gt;J: I do, well, 1 year ain't that much, but two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then our conversation was interrupted by Jane's 9-year old friend who wanted to play Volleyball with her. He invited me and the friend from the first night (Let's call him Tom) to join. It was me and the 9-year old against Jane and Tom. We pwned them rather hard, 30-15 or so when we stopped playing, the sand was too warm, So we jumped in to the sea instead. First she and Tom talked about something that i could not hear, then after they had talked for 10 minutes, Tom left and Jane told me to come.&lt;br /&gt;M: Hey, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;J: Hey, I'll go directly to the point. I know you like me Martin, and you have to know that I like you too a little, but there's another guy i like too. I can't really decide&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay, I understand&lt;br /&gt;j: No you don't! I feel like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;M: Don't say that...... Who's this other guy then?&lt;br /&gt;J Not telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to convince her for some minutes, no success, and I gave up. Then&lt;br /&gt;J: I have to go, Cya tonight!&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah, Cya&lt;br /&gt;J: Please don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;M: I'm not sad *grin* It was better than I expected. Just tell me when you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so another evening came, and I was a little bit late. I took a seat far away from her for some reason, don't remember really why. I wasn't angry or something though. Then after two minutes she and her female-friends walked away,&lt;br /&gt;M: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;J: Does it matter, you don't talk to me anyway *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would have said that the thing she said was bad, I found it inspiring though. Since it was obvious that she wanted me to talk to her, perhaps she had chosen? When she returned, I walked up to her and asked, she said no. Nothing more interesting happened that evening, we talked about school and such. And everyday was pretty much the same (Not that i did complain though :D) until the last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 15 min at the beach that day, and i was happy because I thought "Since I an only be 15 min, I bet Jane will spend all her time with me". But god how wrong I was. When me and my cousin got there, they weren't on the beach so they had to be in the sea. I looked and spotted her beautiful blonde hair immediately, so we swam out to them. She and one of her friends were standing and looking at three guys, all in Jane's age, throwing a ball to each other. And man she couldn't get her eyes of them. And she was particularly looking at one of the guys, and it was pretty obvious who her other love was. I can tell you i wasn't very happy after the beach visit, but I don't regret it. And then, nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived first with my cousins as usual, and we had to wait 10 minutes before my love came. I told her I knew who the other one was and told her his name, and she denied it immediately. Anyway, our entire "gang" went to buy some cola, and all of a sudden they started to run away from us. Jane wasn't very happy with them, I was overjoyed. Got about an hour alone with her, just talking about stuff, I was ever so happy. Then we met the rest again, and we sat down for a moment, Jane went and talked to one of my friends (Not Tom, another guy) for 5-10 minutes. Then after that he came running to me and said "I've talked to Jane, and she says that she wants to give you a chance to kiss her" I didn't believe him, but he promised and swore and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Jane and we started walking up on the pier, and i got the idea that my boat would be a good place for a first kiss, so I decided to take her there. It was a pain to get her on the boat though, I had to say that if she didn't jump on, i would drive away now and never come back (350 horsepowers :D). She didn't believe me until I started the engines and untied 1 knot. So she jumped on, and there we sat, looking at people walking by (One of them even threatened to call the police, but i told him to go ahead since it's my boat) and talked. Just as I thought about giving her the kiss, she asked me what the friend had told me, and I told her. Unsurprisingly that was not true at all. Then her mum called, she was waiting for her to come to the parking place, about 150m away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked really slow, and I was really sad. these last 10 minutes would be the last I would see of her for one year. I almost started crying when she hugged me goodbye. Almost getting tears in my eyes now when I think about it. This is not really the end of the story though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when I was walking to my usual evening meeting, I was SMS:ing with Jane, and I sent her a message and said that I knew who she loved all along, and she answered with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe yeah you were right, but I was really stupid! How could i ever take him over you? You're a 100 times better than he'll ever be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overjoyed, and replied " IS there a chance that we can be together next year then?", She answered "Probably ;)". To bad I've lost all my messages from her now, nerf cellphone-stealing gypsies with knives :/. I still have a picture of my sweetheart though :). Now, my question is, how shall i do to keep her interested in me an entire year? Help a brother in need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2792624612777635255?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2792624612777635255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2792624612777635255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2792624612777635255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-56.html' title='Story #56'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7993145690631310378</id><published>2009-05-02T20:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:37:01.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #55</title><content type='html'>Okay since the thread needs bumping I will post my little idiot story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I know what to do, but now i really need help hehe. I'm 15 years old and my parents don't live together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my father found this new girlfriend. I got a little angry but agreed to go with him, just to see her and such. On the way he told me that she has a daughter that's 14 and another one that's 10 (One for him, one for me and one for my little brother haha xD).&lt;br /&gt;We entered their flat and of course I was little shy/angry and I saw that so was the girl that's 14, but went a little outside to play some football.. damn I love athletic girls. Slowly we lowered our "defenses" and started to talk. We talked and I made some jokes where she laughed and she started to like me. At that point I didnt realise how hot she was, but we became very good friends in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my father went home, and the moment we were out their door she started writing smses. She just spammed me with all those "&lt;3, sweety, honey, etc" and I could clearly see she liked me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day I got her msn and we chatted and chatted, but since I was still angry at her mother and was very stupid I made the biggest mistake I ever made with a girl. Icecold I wrote something like "I don't want to be together with you!"(LOL CAKE HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT??!?) because she was really showing interest in me and I was getting little annoyed. Clearly she got angry and disappointed, and ignored me. Ever since it hasn't been the same doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents still were in love so they visited us a few times and my relationship got little better with her, and suddenly I realised I had feelings for her! Grrrr how stupid and idiotic I was to turn her away like that! From that point i started I tried to get her, but I fear its to late. Every time we are together we have fun, but I think she lost interest in me. I'm always the one starting the conversations on msn, and I lost her phone number. What should I do to make her interested again? :_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my bad English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7993145690631310378?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7993145690631310378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7993145690631310378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7993145690631310378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-55.html' title='Story #55'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7449046142019606439</id><published>2009-05-01T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:22:16.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #54</title><content type='html'>Very nice thread &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell my story :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda silent boy/man (16) and very shy when it comes to girls. I have a friend who is really good when it comes to girls, he has like 10 girls he could choose from right now ^^&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, about year ago when this friend was on a party again looking for chicks (me playing WoW home at that time) he managed to find this new girl and wanted me to meet her, I didn't know why but I agreed eventually. So well I was like "mmhhh ok" when I met this girl, didn't feel any "love in first sight" or anything... Just added the girl on msn and we just talked about random stuff, eventually she ended up having web cam on, just showing around what her home looked like and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But after a while she started to do "oil" her legs in front of the cam, and other stuff like that. And well, of course I fell for her... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we ended up going on date, and after that ended up together. But as I had never been with a girl before, I couldn't really measure if it was "love" or not.. But if it was love, then love is most definitely overrated :F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I found out that she had had 2 boyfriends before me, dumping the other boy because of the other one... (probably dumping the latter for me) and I wasn't very pleased to hear this. I also found out that the girl didn't have almost any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being together for like a month, she already started to hook up with other boys, and intentionally trying to make me jealous and all that. At Christmas she finally dumped me for another boy (who had been in touch with the police for five times, drank, smoked, didn't go to school and all that) I didn't do any of that stuff (expect school of course), and well I came up with the conclusion that I wasn't "tough" enough for the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't speak anymore in over 6 months, I just wanted to forget her, deleted her msn, phone number and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Until 4 days ago she saw me at town, and started to talk to me again on msn, and we became friends again. But she has already taken a control of me once again, talking all soft and stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that she is still the same as she was, but in the meantime, I feel sorry for her because she doesn't have any friends or anyone to support her, and generally her life isn't very good (she has her left arm full of scars from cutting. Emo yes I know). And now I don't know what to do :s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that if I say "no, we are only friends" she will get mad and go cut herself or something and I don't want that she hurts herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?? :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7449046142019606439?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7449046142019606439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7449046142019606439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7449046142019606439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-54.html' title='Story #54'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7380178088755245228</id><published>2009-05-01T01:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:18:32.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #53</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;    Q u o t e:&lt;br /&gt;    You know, they say love blinds.. I think I prefer my sight the way it is &lt;.&lt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Author of Story #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My greatest fear is becoming blind. Can you imagine a more horrible fate for a hacker?"&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the books name in English is, but in Norway it's named the Death Trap - Dødsfellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm coming home from Turkey this Wednesday - Time to get back to watching anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, I might write here what've happened around here the last three weeks. We're basically Love Hina here, with 3 guys and 11 gurlz. I'll tell about random stuff that have happened: 10 of the girls left together with the other guys back to Norway this Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying here until Wednesday. One of the girls also stayed and I heard she'd been asking for me and asked her dad the multimillionaire about if she could stay until Wednesday like me. She even asked my family if she could join me both in the apartment I live, if she could join the same plane and even if she could stay at my house when she got back until her father would pick her up (They live some hours away). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hardly knew she didn't hate me, so that was a shock. And to top it off she didn't even tell ME! All I learned was through the others around, and my mother was obviously itching in the VISA-muscles as pushed me on like "Godowntohergotodowntohergodowntoher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she left on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, now I'm the only one left, and what do I do? Get my hair bleached once again just for the hell of it and sit at iCafes just to see that it takes an hour to load 1/3 of a bleach episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7380178088755245228?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7380178088755245228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/q-u-o-t-e-you-know-they-say-love-blinds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7380178088755245228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7380178088755245228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/q-u-o-t-e-you-know-they-say-love-blinds.html' title='Story #53'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1240504820747930324</id><published>2009-05-01T01:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:12:00.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #52</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't know if any of you remember me but I posted in this thread before. (around page 9 or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl I'm in love with and over the past 2/3 months I have been talking to her almost daily. I have helped her with a few problems and she told me she is happier now thanks to my help. She also made me happier by bringing a huge smile on my face when we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I entered the friends zone. She said she no longer has any romantic interest in me and considers me one of her best friends. All hope for a relationship between us is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time this happened to me, the same happened in high school, when I was like 15, when I talked and helped out a girl that was unhappy with herself. This girl was very chubby and everyone bullied and teased her about it. I convinced her to start exercising and eating/drinking right. It started to work and she was slowly losing weight and getting in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with her (first love actually) and she started to feel happier and was more cheerful and she said it was because of me. A wonderful thing to see.&lt;br /&gt;But when I asked her out on a date she told me she considered me a friend and didn't want to try to take it further. We slowly lost contact and only mailed each other from then on and she broke contact completely after she send me a e-mail telling me about this wonderful guy she met and she was dating, even though she KNEW i was still in love with her. (hello, torture...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago i met her and her boyfriend (same guy as in e-mail) and I tell you: SHE WAS HOT! She introduced me to her boyfriend as 'the guy who turned me from a ugly duck into what I am now'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I'm currently in love with and TRYING to get over with told me she would not be so happy as she is now if it wasn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm proud that I have once again been able to act like a 'knight-in-shiny-armour' and help a 'damsel-in-distress'.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm FRACKING pissed off at myself and very sad that I'm again left empty-handed. Yeah okay, I got a very close friend now which is awesome of course.&lt;br /&gt;But that wont heal my broken heart or take away the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna cry myself to sleep tonight. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[LATER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she told me there was no hope.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm confused, sad, angry and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I have been acting like a True Retard today, at one point getting annoyed at her and also becoming irritated at a joke she made at my expense. At the moment I'm chatting to her again normally though. :P I think she understands that I'm upset and confused so she understands I'm acting a bit weird and dramatic....wait....I always act weird and dramatic so she must be used to it by now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I HOPE things will evolve? Yeah I do, this girl is amazing. I want to keep being her best friend and not abandon her. Its a promise i made to her when I just met her and being the 'honourable' idiot I am I plan to stick by that promise no matter if I get hurt. She thrusts me with her problems and considered me her 'best friend'. Even though we never even freaking met! HELLO SCARYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see I was so deep into the friends zone and how much I actually did for her since she didn't REALLY let me fully know what effect I had on her until yesterday / today. I had to fight back a tear or two when she told me how happy she has become because I bursted in her online life with my overly romantic / dramatic "Knight in shiny armour" attitude. ^_^ (my words btw, she sadly never called me that /sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts even more is that she used to be romantically interested in me, but that faded away completely according to her. Pain, hurt, misery, agony. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will try to get over her of course and attempt to 'act normal' (which ain't working today I tell ya) and be there for her. Should she in the future show a interest in me (unlikely) and I'm still single (VERY likely) then I have no doubt my feelings for her will flare up again pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, if that girl i talked about that i helped in high school was single now and had same personality then id probably fall in love with her again after seeing her for awhile. I NORMALLY don't develop feelings for a girl that fast (except for this one...) and my feelings for girls just don't die completely unless they back stab me like my ex-GF, who I hope gets brutally maimed by a bear...twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never met her, which is scary and very odd that i could feel so much for someone I never saw IRL. O_o She is completely different IRL i understand that but even if she is I still care deeply for her as a friend and well, as a love-struck fool who is trying to get over her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be proud but at the moment the feeling of sadness and loneliness is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Love is Sacrifice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Id just wanted to add that its not her fault it became like this. The girl has to be true to her feelings. Anyone saying otherwise please leave your RL adress and ill come 'clarify' things for you. Capice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1240504820747930324?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1240504820747930324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1240504820747930324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1240504820747930324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-52.html' title='Story #52'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4634822220439132111</id><published>2009-05-01T00:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:17:49.158+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #51</title><content type='html'>Goddamnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent a bit so I thought, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might remember my story a couple of pages back, to sum it up, she's in love with a guy who's been an utter ass to her, they're together now and along the road I came into her life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ok with it for a month or two now, had in mind we were gonna marry in a year or 10 or so :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok... she's happy cause she's with the guy that she loves badly, every thing's perfect and then she has exams which she has to study real hard for... kinda normal you'd say but her boyfriend didn't think that way...&lt;br /&gt;she's been through @@## with her exams and her boyfriend that's a total ass to her and is "talking" with his mates... so she was the "@%@!%%*" in all of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke up in some kind of way and she said it's all her fault...&lt;br /&gt;She told me the whole story and I told her not to bother with what other people say etc etc... It's totally not her fault, come on you gotta study for your exams.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, she realised, she cheered up, told her not to sod about it too much 'cause there are people who've got it lots worse than us, just a pep talk, ya know :)&lt;br /&gt;But the talks lasted for days again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm here, more in love with her than ever, I dreamed about us starting a relationship last night, couldn't be a better start and it seemed heaven, of course, till I woke up .. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a really serious chat and I wanted to message her when we were in bed (not the same, mind you :)) that I love her, it seemed like the perfect moment to be honest... but I didn't, I don't want to tell her that, she's been through so much @@## in her life, she doesn't need something like this on top of it all, she deserves to be happy. and that's what I want her to be, I'm badly in love yeah but she comes in first place, the @@!#er has messed so much with her in the past, even lately again and it makes my blood boil, you just don't mess with people, not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm normally the positive and none violence guy but just now... :( I'm keeping myself strong but I want to tell her that I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's afraid to give it all up, her whole family knows how she's in love with the guy, the whole family knows him etc... I think she doesn't want to give it up, even though us both fit perfect together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me giving her all the advice to not be down and look at life in a positive way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[LATER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna revive this one once more, so it's chapter 3 already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since Sunday the girl got dumped by her boyfriend, he said to her his feelings are gone but he's spreading to his friends he still loves her badly, hmm maybe he's just so childish that he wants to blame her, I don't care and it wouldn't surprise me cause... not going to talk about him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I love this girl really badly, it hurts me also to see her heartbroken, and she's devastated.&lt;br /&gt;I said to her (on msn) that she's gotta be with the people that love her and care about her, stay strong and believe in the heart, she will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour ago, I grabbed my bike, drove to her street and I messaged her on the cellphone that I wanted to talk to her, she came out, I told her that I care about her and that I'm there for her, we talked a bit, I said my opinion about the whole situation, and that she really should move on and I dare to say I saw a smile at the end of the chat, so it was worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she got rid of the guy, he's hurt her too much, all the way and I'm glad I did this tonight, a small step but hope she appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm very emotional tonight, hehe, Rod Stewart ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting me vent and for reading, catch ya on the flipside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4634822220439132111?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4634822220439132111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4634822220439132111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4634822220439132111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-51.html' title='Story #51'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2399963592063764383</id><published>2009-05-01T00:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:56:34.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #50</title><content type='html'>I just want to say that I'm not a geek, I was told quite a lot that I look good, and I'm pretty good with girls. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm 15, and there's this girl that I know for around 2 years, now in the first year we weren't really friends or something but in the start of this year we started coming closer, and around a month ago I realised that i was in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 2 weeks or so we started coming to each others place without the rest of our friends, so around a week ago when only the two of us were in my place, we played on my Xbox and I told her that I love her, she told me that she loves me too, then there was that awkward silence, a minute passed and we finally kissed, after that we pretty much became a couple, after an hour or so of talking we decided to go to all of our friends houses and tell them we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I actually have feelings for a girl! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2399963592063764383?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2399963592063764383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2399963592063764383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2399963592063764383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-50.html' title='Story #50'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4464242465904727505</id><published>2009-05-01T00:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:53:48.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #49</title><content type='html'>Well, 4 years ago this girl and me were together, broke up and she's been in love with me and I haven't in her... and I've had a lot of girlfriends past these years and after the last girl I had, I was a little down.. now this chick who was in love with me ( dunno if she is now, that's the problem) comforted me and was there for me and stuff like that. Now, I started to get feelings for her. And it seemed liked she had for me too. So we went to a party together and everything went great, we fooled around made out and had sex, so... I think that !**@! used me because of me kinda not having feelings for her the past 4 years. And she seems totally uninterested in me now. Before the party she was like totally on to me, after, not interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare telling me she ain't interested in me anymore coz I'm bad in bed, coz I ain't. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Did she use me or should I wait and see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4464242465904727505?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4464242465904727505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4464242465904727505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4464242465904727505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-49.html' title='Story #49'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6668952190299203506</id><published>2009-05-01T00:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:52:59.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #48</title><content type='html'>All right, so this was last school year when I was 16 or was it 15...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I had little self-confidence, easily nervous etc etc you get the darn point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first German class (with one of my friends) we told everyone about our interests etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this girl (Lets call her L) came to me asking if I had read this book (and so on lala), as we had more German classes we talked more and I started developing feelings for her (during this time she was the only motivation I had for being at the German classes), after some uneasy feelings in my stomach I realized that I was in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as time progressed I got more and more ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested in her as a person or something, I don't really recall accurately. Anyway, after a long time I finally (after getting some encouragement from a good friend of mine) decided to tell L about me being in love with her, over sms because I was (and maybe still am) a darn shy coward. So as I was waiting in my bedroom feeling REALLY uneasy and ... dare I say it, frightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her reply came back, saying that she didn't feel the same and that she wanted us to still be friends, it felt like the weight of the world came off my shoulders. I actually felt relief at the rejection, because I felt so ... scared down to my core, was like having acid in my stomach 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything thing she did/didn't produced some stirring in me, I actually felt jealous when I didn't get a hug first, but when I did the logical and cold part of me thought "Wtf are you being jealous about? Drop it, kill it now! Don't ever be jealous again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my main thoughts was that now I didn't have to worry about trying show her my feelings. I could go back to normal knowing that I actually had dared to tell her at least how I felt. Nor did I need to go around with my "acid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L wanted us to continue being friends and kep things from getting awkward, but I must admit, I sensed a lot of times that she felt quite awkward about a certain situation whilst I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the school year there was this girl in my class that said out loud that she was in love with me, I panicked '-.- I just meekly laughed and tried to ignore it. HOW I REGRET BEING A BLOODY TWAT! OH FOR #**!S SAKE! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And considering how long it has been since she announced her love, I think it is too late to tell her I am sorry I was like a totally twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/face_palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope you're happy now... Bastards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6668952190299203506?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6668952190299203506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-right-so-this-was-last-school-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6668952190299203506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6668952190299203506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-right-so-this-was-last-school-year.html' title='Story #48'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1814313699117679186</id><published>2009-05-01T00:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:48:52.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #47</title><content type='html'>All righty.. I need some attention now, about a girl of course! Originally posted on Kaeryl's topic, I hope no-one will accuse me of being an attention whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether I need help with anything, but please give me some tips if things I say don't seem realistic. It's a long post so if I'll appreciate it if you read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to look forward to at the moment. Things I don't look forward to as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing however, is the trip to Sweden I plan on taking. I'm travelling there with a friend, we're both 16 years old and Norwegian. No older people are going with us, so it's bound to be fun! We'll be staying at a camping place (not sure what the English word for it is), and rent a cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason we're going there, is that I met a girl on wow and she asked me to come see her in our vacation :-) She's really sweet and interesting, great to talk with and stunningly beautiful. It's hard to believe that girls as pretty as she plays wow. She's a little younger than me, which makes it even weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first weeks that we spoke on MSN, (Couple of weeks after me met on wow) she was getting really edgy with her comments... She would send me funny songs going "I want to have sex with you", etc. I played along with her for a while, knowing she wasn't being very serious. One day though, I decided to ask her whether she was serious. I knew she wasn't, it was just to put her in a bit of an awkward position and then have a laugh about it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, she wasn't very serious, she's never had sex with anyone before, she just likes teasing. I smiled at her and blinked in the web cam as she asked me the same question. I was joking too of course, just wanted to tease her back a little. We both laughed about it and forgot the whole conversation soon after. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been around 2 months since I got her MSN now, I've noticed that she likes me a lot, I like her too. I really hope I'm not attracted to her because it's over the internet or something, I think I heard someone discuss something like that. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to have a shallow relationship with her, so after I knew she liked me, I began showing some softer sides of myself. She did the same, by letting me watch her without her make-up on the web cam. I felt this was a breakthrough, because she can wear a lot of make-up sometimes. Although she thought she was rather hideous without it on, I told her she was naturally good looking and that I admire her braveness. (Wasn't lying at all, I hope I seemed believable when I told her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also talked about deeper things, problems with her and my friends, some really dramatic events. I feel like she trusts me. I've tried not to become a best friend like I've been advised by countless posts. :-) I know I've succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for me writing the whole post is coming now. We were talking earlier this evening, not about anything particular, just chit chat. We both had our web cams on, I had taken my shirt of. (Nothing special, been doing it for her a long time) At one point, she began messing up her hair which is long and blond. It looked as if she had been fooling around with someone and I told her it was sexy and that I liked it. While I was writing the "Your hair looks good" message, she told me that she was going to bed. I didn't like it, but I replied as best I could, trying not to make her see I didn't want her to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said, that if I was a good boy, she'd let me sleep with her in her bed. Seeing as we live in different countries, I knew it was impossible. Nevertheless, I replied "I'm a really good boy &lt;angelsmilie&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said something really naughty, that made me gasp. I don't think I should say exactly what it was, but it involved us being intimate. With details. First idea I had was that it was another joke, but I'm quite sure she was serious. We had already agreed not to make jokes like that, seeing as I was coming to visit her. Another thing that made me think she was serious, was the serious, yet DAMN sexy look she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep my "cool composure" anymore, and I smiled broadly. She smiled back and blushed a little. We didn't say anything, we just exchanged looks the next 15 seconds. She then told me Good night, I said "sweet dreams;)" or something like that, and she logged off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I really want to get intimate with her. We had previously talked about how we'd bathe in the nearby lake together and how she and one of her friends would set up a tent near our cabin. I also know they wanted my friend and me to spend a night with them in that tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more things I could write down, but seriously, I'm not trying to prove that she wants me. I'm not asking you to point out things that might indicate that she does not want to be intimate either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and help me come up with an approach rather :p I'm not that experienced with flirting etc.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about getting something to drink for us one evening, I can pass for 18 I think, I'm over 1.85 and I've got fairly developed muscles. Not planing on getting her drunk so I can make my move, I'm really not like that. It's more of a way to loosen up the atmosphere so we can get comfy. Know this though, I've been careful not to try being someone else, she likes me for who I am and that's really relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a ruined love story, I am aware of that... Please help me so it doesn't end up like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot if you read my post, I hope it was entertaining :-) It's somewhat different from the other longs posts and replies I write, they normally make people reply "emo!" or /wrists :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doveego, Dragonblight (My own account is banned for trolling:-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1814313699117679186?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1814313699117679186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1814313699117679186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1814313699117679186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-47.html' title='Story #47'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4853320246888027492</id><published>2009-05-01T00:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:44:56.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #46</title><content type='html'>Warning: Love story inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really *#%@ty tip, but I used to be really shy before, and my current gf was even more shy :P&lt;br /&gt;I actually looked at her for like 4 years before we finally got together, though we both had some things going on with other people, but that was really nothing big :P So we had these periods where we talked a lot on msn (msn helped me a lot here, since I was so god damned shy), and we had these periods where we never talked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year or so, I started playing wow, and it was kinda good for me, because then I really didn't give a *#%@ about anything :P (she lost interest, but I wasn't interested in girls at all then anyway)&lt;br /&gt;I played wow for 9 months hardcore (grinding lock to rank13 ftl), but in the end I got kinda depressed because I finally saw how much time I had lost, and how much fun my other friends had, so I quit and pulled myself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night my mate asked if I wanted to come over to his place and watch a movie with some friend. Of course I said 'yeah ok' because my friends never asked me out because they knew I would just say 'busy, playing wow', so that was kinda new to me, and I figured out would be good to just do something else for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got there, I saw the girl I've been talking about. I started to tease her a bit (randomly), just hitting her in a friendly way :P, and then I suddenly went 'o*#%@' (no, it was not an erection, but I realized my feelings for her was growing again :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just tried to talk to her as much as possible on MSN, and at school, but not too much, because that would have been really obvious, and I was kinda scared :P&lt;br /&gt;Things worked nicely and I talked to her friend about it, and got some info (use her friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was hitting on her etc, I thought 'well, I'll just be myself, if she don't like it I'll just have to bite the pain). And it worked, even though I often told her that she didn't have the right to her own opinion since she was a woman etc :P (just for fun ofc), but she just laughed and slapped me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for 5 months now :P and everything is going fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my tip is: Be yourself 100% because acting up just ruins the entire thing in the end, don't be afraid to say or do anything (asking for buttseckhs the first time you talk might not be the smartest thing, but you catch my drift)&lt;br /&gt;Being open towards her, listen to her, and discuss with her (don't agree on everything she says), she will probably like that you actually have your own opinions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the chance, be offensive! You're just a human anyway, everyone fails sometimes, and everyone wins sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4853320246888027492?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4853320246888027492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4853320246888027492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4853320246888027492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-46.html' title='Story #46'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-9139260423486309647</id><published>2009-05-01T00:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:41:13.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #45</title><content type='html'>Phew, took quite some time to read 62 pages.... Anyway, really enjoyed it, a lot of nice advice, and it also strengthened my self-confidence quite a lot.... dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now it's time for my own story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background:&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm a 14 year-old boy living in Copenhagen, the mighty capital of Denmark. I'm tall and skinny, though I wouldn't say I'm ugly. More like average... I'm kinda old fashioned, worship Bob Marley and The Beatles, though Oasis is cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, once upon a time I was just a normal little cute boy of about 5th grade, had a normal life, no problems at that time.... But then it all started to go wrong. Apparently my male classmates seemed to think I was quite funny to tease, so they started to be quite rude to me (it's called "mobbing" in Danish, don't remember the English word). I still got one or two friends, one of them being a girl which I soon realised I was in love with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some time I pulled myself together and told her my feelings. Of course I was rejected. Two days after the whole class knew about it and started the real rough teasing that eventually made me leave for another school. I told myself that now everything should become different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right. I did get some good friends, nerdy ass hell just like me. They made me start playing WoW, and we have really had some nice ties together. The girls though found out what a nerd I was and apparently lost interest for me at that same moment. Though there is one girl (I'll change to present tense because we've reached that point now). On the outside she's just one of the others. Though there is one difference: she looks like..... man, lets just say I love her looks. She also seems like a very nice person to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this said, I haven't managed to even talk to her yet. Most girls find me just as sexually interesting as the chicken sandwiches they eat for lunch. I'm absolutely desperate, have no clue what to do now. How do I make contact with her?? Help me, oh mighty GALRITPOGers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-9139260423486309647?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/9139260423486309647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9139260423486309647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/9139260423486309647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-45.html' title='Story #45'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6835055509314976300</id><published>2009-05-01T00:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:38:10.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #44</title><content type='html'>Well, guess the time for me to post has finally come.. after readign to most of the posts here, I feel like I don't really fit in here though.. but maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a nutshell? 16 years old, live in the Netherlands. I'm in the 4th Dutch grade of the VWO, the 'highest' school type of Dutch middle school. I play guitar, game and swim as hobby's. I've got lots of friends, both male and female, and pretty happy with my life. I've had 6 girlfriends in the past 3 years, dating one 1 atm.. really happy with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... One of those loves I've had, let's call her J. at the moment. She was my third real GF in my life, we had known each other for a while.. Go's to the same school as me. She really really liked me, which I didn't really notice at the time. We where close, lot's of hugging and stuff. I was her big brother, she was my little sister, as we saw it. then one day, I was talking to her.. we got to the subject of 'verkering' as we dutchies call it, like to become GF and BF.. I didn't even get the fact she wanted me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said things like 'No we shouldn't get verkering, if we'd break up our friendship would die etc.' But all of the sudden her friend says: 'Aah you idiot, just ask her verkering!' So I did, and those where happy weeks.. lot's of love, although I didn't see how much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go on holiday, to France. We sms-ed every day.. When suddenly she got all weird.. It scared me, I had been dumped 2 times before, I don't like the feeling.. But then suddenly she was like I'm sorry about how I acted it's all right I love you etc. After which I replied.. THE MOST STUPID THING I EVER SAID IN MY SHORT LIFE... It's oke, I love you too.. want to be with you. (ran out of inspiration then, so I asked around what to put in the rest of the message, when someone joked 'you *@@#%!' Please don't ask me why, I don't know, I regret it EVERY SINGLE DAY.. But I put it in there.. You *@@#%! Haha, just kidding;) LY! Xx. &lt;3 After which I got lots of angry messages, me apologising, she breaking up, me devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After vacation, she was ignoring me.. i got close with another girl.. when all of the sudden J. messaged me: I'm sorry, I miss you... SO HERE COMES THE SECOND MOST STUPID THING I EVER DID IN MY LIFE.. I told here about the other girl.. she was devastated, ignored me again. Think she thought I was having an affair or something.. Months went on, every time I saw here my heart jumped up. The all of the sudden we got close again for about a week, after which she suddenly turned to ignoring me for no apparent reason. Me being devastated again, though less then previous times. that was the last real connection between us.. I just focused on other girls.. Had verkering with only two since then though, on of which I'm still with atm.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Every single time I saw her, my heart still jumped! Then suddenly I started thinking about her more, and more, and more... so I told her.. on msn, that I missed her, a lot. She said she had lost all interest in me.. So now it's present day.. I think I still love her, with every fibre in my body.. Even though I have a very sweet girlfriend, which I also love a lot.. But I don't dream about my GF, I dream about J...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know how ironic my sig looks under this text.. most people see me like that, they don't know all this which I wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of OT-love, Lcø&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6835055509314976300?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6835055509314976300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6835055509314976300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6835055509314976300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-44.html' title='Story #44'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-383942085875637617</id><published>2009-05-01T00:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:31:30.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from a GALRITPOG member #3</title><content type='html'>I got one really good tip for all you folks out there that have problems on the social level (iaw talking to strangers/girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a job in the Horeca!&lt;br /&gt;this may sound pretty dumb, but even a job at McDonalds ups your social level by a lot&lt;br /&gt;because in this sector you are forced to talk to strangers and even the most shy persons if seen there where transformed to social creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because the border of being shy and not much of a talker is one that will be removed, you MUST talk to strangers, you're forced to, though you can keep it strictly business at first,&lt;br /&gt;(can I have your order please, are you satisfied etc etc) you will soon start some random conversation.(even if you don't want it, customers who had a nice day will talk to you about random stuff. ) and you will see how easy it is to make contact and have a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a natural sex appeal that comes with the job!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, as a waiter or something in that line that u will be surprised by the amount of boys/girls that show interest in you, just because you work there! it's excellent training for your flirting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when you go out, you always check out the personnel right? and you do flirt with them, even if there not that attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Hell I work in the Horeca, there's always groups of giggly girls that flirt, asking for the check and my number, ordering me on a plate etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even that good looking, though I got a good sense of humour and I'm in for a joke. I just laugh and flirt back. But hey, I don't need to explain in a foreign language, just trust me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, your co-workers are most likely the same age and hey.. something like 70% of all couples met at work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of the rollerduck: I was once a social monster to, shy like hell and a complete retard with girls (ended with a bunch of painful *best friends* girls which I'll tell about some other time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra free tip; DON'T go for the friendly thing, keep it exiting and be slightly (to) naughty, else you just end up with another friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 3 years of this work, my colleagues are now my best friends and I met my GF at work.&lt;br /&gt;I can recommend it to all of you. (pays good to ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeeez I have no idea why I wrote all of that :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-383942085875637617?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/383942085875637617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice-from-galritpog-member-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/383942085875637617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/383942085875637617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice-from-galritpog-member-3.html' title='Advice from a GALRITPOG member #3'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2383703999011081222</id><published>2009-05-01T00:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:25:04.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #43</title><content type='html'>I.. thought about this for a long time. Whether I should write here or not I mean. As I'm typing this, I am still not quite sure about it. But I am typing. I guess that's some kind of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off by telling you something about myself. Perhaps that would make you see what kind of girls I like. And why it ended that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seventeen years old, though my questionable behaviour could be the equivalent to a 30 year-old I guess. I say questionable, because although I act like a grown-up, I am kind of.. strange. First off I have an error in my speech, making me unable to talk fluently. It is called "stuttering" in English I think. I also show some signs of social dysfunction, almost schizophrenic. So my self-esteem is pretty low indeed. I am also antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me. Furthermore I have pretty high ambitions when it comes to education. I want good grades in everything. I hate people who slack at school, I don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was no girl that could match up with me. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met this girl at an LAN party last summer. She dropped by to talk with one of the guys I hung out with there. The first thing she asked us was if we were in Molten Core, and she was actually being excited about it. I ended up just staring at her. How the hell could a girl know what Molten Core was? It was strange. And funny. She noticed I was staring at her after a while, so I went back to WoW. We didn't speak or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time I met her was the first day at Senior High. I didn't speak to her now either. She just.. existed. It went on like this for a while, until I realized that this was actually a quite bright, up going girl. She seemed to be very shy as well. Didn't make much out of herself. Unlike most girls at my age. She also did pretty well at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth of December, last year, I decided to chat her up.. On MSN of course. /facepalm. And it went surprisingly well. I don't think she ever noticed that I am actually one of the most geeky persons in the world. To her, I seemed like a cool, smart guy who could talk all day. At this point, I fell for her. In addition to being bright and sensible, I figured she was quite charming as well. And good looking. Too good looking for my league. That didn't stop me. I was in love. First time actually. It felt very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness didn't last for long though. Here's what happened after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex best friend (he's not anymore because of this) decided to make a move on her. After I confessed to him that I was in love with her. While he was making a move, she confessed to a complete other boy that she liked him, and had been liking him for over a year. In the middle of all this, she talks to me about how sad she is because she can't seem to get the boy she likes. I gave her comfort. I was there for her. And on the top of that, she later said to me that she could not bind herself to anyone. Her feelings went nuts when she did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about the time I started to ignore her. Spontaneously. I didn't answer her on MSN. Not on Mail. I avoided her IRL, and I planned a fight with her, just to make her hate me. I did pretty well. She hasn't spoke with me for a couple of months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, meeting the first girl that ever showed interest in you. She said that WoW was pretty cool. She admired me for what I was. She thought I was funny, and interesting. Everyone else just look at me and say "oh, that's the guy who's so skilled in mathematics, writing etcetc". They don't talk to me. They don't want to know me. This girl did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been ignoring all the sadness I should have felt back then. Until yesterday night where I broke down completely. It's a funny thing actually, I have been a bastard to her. Without feeling sad about it. I know how people work. I know how to make them happy, and angry. Just because I don't talk with them does not mean I don't understand them. I set up a fight with her on purpose just to make her hate me. It's alarming that I think of this as a sort of strategy game. But that's the way I think. And one of the last things she said to me was that she had grown very fond of me. And that she cared about me a lot. First person that ever told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to quantum physics, there exists no such thing as "free will". That's quite a relieving thought at the moment. At least it wasn't my own fault I threw away my life's chance. It was either set up from the beginning, or totally random. Depends on what theorems you support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2383703999011081222?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2383703999011081222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2383703999011081222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2383703999011081222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-43.html' title='Story #43'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8671450977885270532</id><published>2009-05-01T00:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:23:25.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #42</title><content type='html'>had that happen to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the discussion always went well, andgodsamnit they never showed up at the bus site again (no i didn't scare them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you kinda need to meet a woman more than once to get her phone number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, %%*@ outta luck for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that time I decided, nervosity be damned, I am actually going to hit on the receptionist of my gym (sweet little girl by the looks of it; and the way she acted too). And godamn if I wasn't making progress. We looked deep in eachothers eyes while we did just some small talk after I had worked out and was on my way out; and me racking my brain trying to figure out if that means she's attracted and not too shy or if it means she sees me as just another custome -- so that looking into my eyes wasn't such a big deal, VS getting shy and dodeing whenever eye contact is being done --.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, BOOM, second time I do small talk I pull a king-hell stunt of cocky&amp;funny on her just as I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And man, if she wasn't beaming next time she saw me...but then one day I went and asked her friend receptionist and she told me no, no use trying, she's got a boyfriend from waaaay back. And I kinda left it at that, and felt really really bad because I liked the girl and it was obvious she liked me too. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But the other receptionist I asked must have told her best friend of this conversation. So every time I went to that gym for the next two weeks or so, I had to supress a powerful urge to just turn around and walk back home before going through check-in.&lt;/span&gt; But neuroses are to be conquered, so I felt the fear and did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck I guess. Luck and I aren't really on speaking terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8671450977885270532?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8671450977885270532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8671450977885270532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8671450977885270532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-42.html' title='Story #42'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3337902554382621499</id><published>2009-05-01T00:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:22:41.068+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #41</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for the bus and a a lot of people were waiting including several gurlz! (omG!!!!!) anyway it was snowing and the stupid bus didn't show up (had a sort of exam for my school) .. I was like: 'oh my why that bus doesn't ride with only a 3centimetre snow layer?!!!' and then she replied and so on, we kinda talked while in the bus, met her afterwards another time, she then told she was going with the bus because her Scooter was broken and that she had a bf.... which made me cry in my heart :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was kind and stuff, very friendly :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3337902554382621499?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3337902554382621499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3337902554382621499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3337902554382621499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-41.html' title='Story #41'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4371552805060853620</id><published>2009-05-01T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:19:02.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #40</title><content type='html'>Ok, I said I was going to post my story, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** WARNING, BIG TEXT **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start at I was about 10 years old, when I was in 4th or 5th grade. I was very shy and naive at that time (still is to an extent, tbh..) so I didn't have much contact with people at all. But there was 2 girls in my class that had started to shown interest in me, but it was more that they was picking on me. I got confused; were they interested in me or were they just being mean to me? I didn't think much more about it though, and am still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 7th grade. New school, new class. I told myself that I shouldn't be the same as I was before; being shy and insecure, and not taking contact with girls. Some of the people in my class were from my old school, but most were new. I took interest in one girl in particular, that I will call Ann from now on. Ann was the tallest one in the class, and good looking at that time. But, I was still insecure like hell so I didn't say anything about it. Time passed, things went on an usual. But one day when I was chemistry class, doodling in my text book like usual of how I was in love with her, I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, everyone laughed at me, and I realized what happened: someone had opened my textbook and shown my doodling. I felt like the laughing stock of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th grade, same class. One day when I was walking back to school from gym class I had a chat with some classmates, and someone asked me "Who are you in love with?". As Ann wasn't actual at that time, I was thinking of someone else, who I will call Marie. I hadn't actually taken notice of Marie earlier, but now I saw that she really was good looking. I took more interest in Marie, we spent some time at school just hanging out outside the classrooms and stuff, and after school I was chatting with her. One day when I was chatting with her, she asked me "Are you in love with me?". As I was surprised by the answer, I just replied "YES!" and closed the chat window, but just moments later I told her that's what I meant and asked her to not tell anyone about it, and she promised me she wouldn't. But the day later at school, my classmates asked me what me and Marie was talking about. I got confused, since she wasn't going to tell anyone about it. I didn't think any much about it though, and went on. We had a media project later on where we were in the same group, and we made a great video together with two other classmates. I haven't heard from her since we graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more forward, to college. Due to my failures of trying to get together with someone the years before, I decided I would go straight on, trying to get together with someone. So I set sight to this girl in my class, which I will call Liz. I talked a lot with Liz in the beginning of term, and we had fun together, but later on found out that she already had a boyfriend. So I lost confidence again and forgot about it. We still stayed friends though, and hanged out after school, studying together. Although it wasn't much studying, just having fun. Several times I tried to make a move on her, but damn was I still too shy to do it This kept on going until one year before we graduated, where I realized it was just a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During second year of college, I got contacted by a girl (that I will call Louise) on a community site for singles. We sent messages to each other, and chatted, and it felt like it was going along really good with her. But one day she told me that she had a boyfriend, which I was really surprised to hear. We still stayed friends, and we messaged each other, but nothing more than that happened. Shortly after Christmas, she asked me if we could have a night out at town, and we were to bring both a friend with us. I was fine with that, and brought along my best friend to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We four had a great time together, just messing around in town and having fun, and I couldn't help to notice that my friend and her talked a lot. I didn't think much more than that about it, and just went on with my life. But, on Valentine's day later that year, he told me that she had broken up with her boyfriend and they two were now a couple. With that in mind, together with the fact I was still single and it was Valentine's Day, I got completely heartbroken. Although I was a bit mad that he had taken the opportunity and not me, I got over it and just went along with my life. We three are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year of college. I am still single, and I'm still on the community, when a girl is messaging me too. Now this girl was something really special, we messaged each other like mad about all kinds of stuff, like what we were going to do in the future, and it felt like we were already a couple. She was going with her family to our town a couple of weeks after, and we decided to meet up. But I chickened out just a few days before that. I don't know why I did that, but I guess I was too afraid of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I graduated from third year of college, most of the contact I've had has been over the internet, having shut myself in after all the hard things that happened in the past. But it doesn't make things better, especially if you're shy and insecure like me. Since then it's been just small talks with girls, telling each other stuff, feeling that it could be something, just to get that crushed. If there's something in my body that is completely broken, that would be my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/GushOut&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4371552805060853620?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4371552805060853620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4371552805060853620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4371552805060853620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-40.html' title='Story #40'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7281976144885731449</id><published>2009-05-01T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:11:18.921+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #39</title><content type='html'>So my ban finally ended some minutes ago. Yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been banned for two weeks, and that's what stopped me from posting what I've been wanting to post here for a couple of days right now. As some of you might remember (which I highly doubt) I was posting about my soon-to-be-GF a few weeks ago. I was really excited and happy and all, and I could tell that she was really in love with me (and the vice versa situation happened some time later, I fell in love with her. Though it should be said, after some doubts in my mind). I was happy, too, because this was my first shot at any type of ‘relation’ other then standard friendship with a girl. But, just take a look at the title of the thread. Of course no such thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DID happen is the following. We continued talking etc, and it was all nice and dandy at first (that makes it sound evil, doesn’t it?). Until I noticed a rather steep decline in her attention to me. Her replies became shorter, less enthusiastic, and also I noticed she stopped referring to me in her screen-name on MSN. I desperately tried to keep up the conversation, but it needs to be said I’m no genius at making up stuff to talk about. I decided to give up and let her talk to me if she wanted to, but that I wouldn’t be the conversation-opener anymore. And thus it happened that she logged on, and I waited for her to start saying something. As you might guess, nothing... nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, however, she seemed in a little more talkative mood. The conversation started out nicely, until it fell dead, nothing left to say. I wait a while, only to see nothing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I decide to tell her what I think. I started off by telling her I’ve been feeling quite sucky the last couple of days, and I apologised to her because I was probably just worrying too much again (as I usually do). All I got from her is “Nah it’s all right, don’t apologise.” This, somehow, made me snap. It made me throw out what had been bugging me all at once, in complete honesty. I told her I thought she seemed so uninterested in me, and that it seemed as though she didn’t want to talk to me anymore. I told her that in all my life, I hadn’t had nearly as much attention I had had over the last couple of weeks, and that now all of a sudden it had stopped. Lastly, I told her I’m just a stupid dude, who didn’t understand it, and that that’s why I kept wondering why she kept ‘ignoring me’. This, I feel, is when she started becoming honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she said something along the lines of “I don’t know either”, but when I asked her to explain, she gave me the following reply (not exactly ofc, it was in Dutch): “I don’t know... We think too much (referring to a bit of conversation we'’ had before). But so much has happened recently... and I’m putting the fact that I’m in love aside. I need to study for school really hard (something like exams), and first I could get this feeling back, but now I’ve “lost it”.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to tell her that this was exactly the reply I’d been fearing, and that it sucked to me because I kept falling in love more, while I noticed the opposite happened to her. She told me it made her feel dreary, and that she’s got the feeling that, and I quote, she’s “afraid to be in love”. She somehow can’t do it, she puts it away.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I asked her why she thinks this. She explains to me that in her surrounding, she sees many friends having BF/GFs. And she also sees that these people ‘abandon’ the rest of their friends, and that she’s really scared to become like that herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her she didn’t have to worry about it. I think she’s too... I dunno... “smart” to start behaving like this, and I told her that if she did, I’d tell her. I’d keep a watch out for her. I tried to comfort her by telling that I know this dude, and he’s got a GF, but that he’s never ‘left us’ (us being his friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she’d want to find out if she would start behaving like this before she started anything serious. I asked her how she intended to do that, and she didn’t know. I admitted to her that I could think of only one way to find out, and that is to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe she has to pass school first. There is a tremendous pressure on her right now. We have agreed to take a break, and after it’s all over see what we’ll do. But I’m still afraid of what will happen. I’m afraid she’ll run off with someone else, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I’d drop by here and post my story. Please tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7281976144885731449?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7281976144885731449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7281976144885731449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7281976144885731449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-39.html' title='Story #39'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7653223687080639171</id><published>2009-05-01T00:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:09:36.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #38</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Author of Story #20]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back in this thread? For those that can't bother reading, I'll just say - we still haven't been together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone still remembers my story, I applaud your memory. If not, just use the search function and find my post(s) in this thread, if you can't be arsed about it. So anyhow, here it goes - what's been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, some geography, but let's keep it simple. I'll call the town where I live "place A", village (~5km away) she lives in "place B", and the village my best friend lives (another ~1km away) "place C".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, me and my friend were bored, so we decided to go out in his village (place C). We got to a pub there, had a few drinks, some other friends came there, etc. We were generally enjoying ourselves. But suddenly, I saw her (and a friend of hers) walk into the pub. I greeted her and called her to sit by our table, and she came and sat next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a little (It was boring in place B so she decided to come here, etc.), I bought her and her friend a drink (although she was a little tipsy by then, but I was even more), talked some more, but then I chickened out. I knew I had a chance there - if I only told her I love her, or tried to kiss her, or anything, and see if anything can come out of it -, and I was being an idiot not to try. And alas, I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, some more people arrived so we were no longer sitting next to each other and the chance was lost. Some times passed, we were near each other but not as near as I wanted us to be. Before I noticed, it was 02:00, and she had to go home. And apparently, the person who was supposed to drive her home didn't arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my best friend convinced a cousin of his (one of the rare people there sober) to give all of us a lift to place B, to a pub her friend's (the one she came with) parents run. When we got there, she stayed with us for some twenty minutes, but then she really had to go home. The rest of the night isn't really interesting (or at least it has nothing to do with this story). Thing that annoys me the most about this second part (first part is me being coward) is that I didn't remember to ask her to walk her home (not that she lives too far, but at least to talk to her a few minutes' privately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... wall of text, anyone? Anyhow, the next day (Saturday) also doesn't have much with this story, except that she was supposed to come to Place A, and I was determined to try this time, but she didn't come. Oh well, I would've chickened out anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, I today me and a friend (not best friend, that guy was sick today) went to have a coffee in the city during our German language class, and we had a talk. We talked about various things, but she (friend) also did mention that she noticed how the girl I have a crush on is being more friendly with me than before just a few months ago, and looking back, I'd have to agree with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that we didn't communicate before, we did, but much less IRL than now, and more through e-mails. During the class breaks we almost never talked (in fact, in school we mostly talked when we sat next to each other when people we usually sit next to are sick or something, and even then we mostly get separated for being too loud) to each other, she goes with a few friends of hers to a bench, we go near a school wall that keeps the sunlight off us (IT BURNS! :p), but lately she's been coming near me and starting conversations, and I did that a few times' also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing, not so big, but still. That Friday at school a friend of hers made a joke about me being in love with her, so now pretty much everyone in class knows it (before that it was a closely-guarded secret, meaning only half of the class knew it.) but since that was the last hour that day, no one got the chance to make any fun of it (I don't know how she reacted to the comment, since I was busy for the rest of that hour trying not to look anywhere near her general direction), and as it seems, everyone forgot about it by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also (just remembered something) - I didn't pay attention when I read that post at the blog of hers in which she said she's still in love with her ex -When I sent a mail to the person that gave me address of her blog, asking why (s)he sent me it, I got a reply to carefully read the post, so I once again got there, read the post and understood what I got wrong. She admitted she still has some feeling for him, but she knows she'll never love him again (I basically read only the first line first time), so I got my hopes back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a strange thing also. When it's only me and her, I can talk normally - if we're walking to somewhere, talking by mail or we're sitting next to each other in school - with her and we have fun. But if there's only a third person nearby (especially if it's a person that knows I'm in love with her), I basically shut down. It's pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I did say a big post was coming up, didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7653223687080639171?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7653223687080639171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/author-of-story-20-guess-whos-back-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7653223687080639171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7653223687080639171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/05/author-of-story-20-guess-whos-back-in.html' title='Story #38'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5456124367162840410</id><published>2009-04-30T23:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:01:43.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #37</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post my story here. It's not really ruined, it's only (hopefully) the beginning. Posting on a posting alt, so she can't recognize me on the forums, if she reads them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on a server a while after tbc came out, I've quitted wow before but tbc made it exciting again. So, I join a RL friends guild, and I get really good friends with this girl very fast. She normally doesn't get this close to new people in her life that fast. Can imagine that's a good thing.. I hope. We talk, and talk all the time while we were levelling up, and she's such a sweet girl, the words coming from her melts my heart completely, and I often look at her picture and cry(fact!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while we exchange MSN addresses, and we begin to talk there. Though she isn't logged on msn much, because she can talk to the people she has there over wow. Every time I log online, she is the first one to greet me good day in guild chat, and lots of &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3. And every time her or I log, it's a lot of *hugs/kisses* and so on. takes around 10 minutes for us to say goodnight. She gave me her phone number too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her one time, and I was so nervous I thought I'm gonna *@@# myself. Suddenly my voice was all like a 14 year olds. I calmed down a little, and she just laughed in a very cute way.. She was nervous too, she said. This conversation went nice, though i ran out of stuff to talk about ( I'm not a good talker - she knows). She went on a sort of vacation recently, and a few days after she sent me a sms (I couldn't call her, she was in another country) saying she's having a really good time, and that she misses me, and that she loves me. The "love you" part I think it's just friendly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been a long timespan since I first met her, around 5 months. We're gonna meet up this summer (I'm driving from north of Norway to Stockholm to meet her). I hope this goes well.. I'm gonna stay at her place for a week. But honestly, I think she means this in a friendly tone! I've never fallen in love over the internet before, but I've fallen completely for this girl. I don't have words to explain how it is, because I've never felt this way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can imagine, she doesn't want a boyfriend at this time in her life, she broke up with her ex a few months ago, and it's been years since she was single. I'm 20(soon 21) and she' s 28. Her ex is 19 :o&lt;br /&gt;She is all I want in this world, and I know that for certain. Whenever she says hi, or anything, I immediately get a huge smile on my face with ear wax from cheek to cheek..( metaphor)&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite mature for my age, and she probably knows that after all we've talked. I've had my share of fun in my teenager years, and I'm actually ready to settle down. Get a job, house, family car and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous for when I'm going to meet her. All I can think about is how am I gonna react when we meet, how is she gonna react, and everything. So nervous I get all sweaty only by thinking of it. I'm probably overdoing this, but it's how I feel and I can't change it.. I just hope she feels it the same way. Probably not, after my experience(yes I got low confidence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips/advice would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5456124367162840410?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5456124367162840410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5456124367162840410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5456124367162840410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-37.html' title='Story #37'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2802648876713543209</id><published>2009-04-30T23:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:57:39.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #36</title><content type='html'>I figure I might as well add one of my own stories into this cheerful compilation, so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wall of text incoming!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I turned 18 and had just started school again. Due to me drinking and partying away the school days when I lived away from home, I had to to move back to the home town.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a real little !!#%hole of a town. Actually it's more of a village.. about 200 people living in a fairly large area. Most connected to the military in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was my second year living home again, and the two 2nd year classes merged in a few different subjects. I'd noticed one of the girls in the other class during the previous year, but never really talked to her. Now that we were in the same class, we started talking quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was known as the local satanic loon (small town, small minds) and most knew my preferred music taste. Jean (which I'll call her from now on) shared my taste in music and many other things.&lt;br /&gt;The more we got to talking, the more I realized that I really liked her. She was fun, had a real edge to her, and spoke her mind regardless of what others might think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some flirting and talking for a few weeks, another friend of mine noticed that I was quite interested in Jean. She encouraged me to make my move, and I did. I Invited her to join me and some friends and watch a few movies and hang out. She wanted to, but unfortunately her mother was strict as hell about those things (Jehovah witness... nuff said) Luckily, my friend (Lill from now on) was a girl and said she could sleep over at her place, so no problem there. Her mother agreed to this and Jean and Lill came to join me, a mate and his GF. Lill had to leave after a short while, so that just left me, Jean and the couple. Me and Jean decided to go for a walk, since it was a nice night and pretty warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for about 30 mins, with me babbling on and on like a nervous git trying to get enough guts to make a move, she suddenly stopped me, pulled me close and started kissing me. (Still remember the time and date. 21st sept. at 21:30. ) Of course, I was more then happy to return the favour, so we stood there making out for a while.. After a while she grinned and said "Couldn't be bothered waiting any longer." Fair enough, I wasn't gonna argue about that. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to my mate's, he and his gf went upstairs after a while, leaving us in the basement were things very quickly got passionate. Rather then being caught with our pants down, we decided to go to my place. My mate was busy with his gf so he didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, that was the start of a really passionate relationship. She came over whenever she could and we spent almost any free time we had together. Passion quickly turned into love, and things looked really good. There were a few bumps of course, but that happens in all relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in January, I got the worst news I've ever got... My dad had died.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was absolutely crushed. I fell into a depression, but luckily Jean was there to support and comfort me when she could. The only problem was that she rarely had time.. She had other duties, like school and several horses she had to take care of. On top of that, I'd always been the supporting one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had troubles at home or was stressed, and I was there to comfort her. At first it was enough for me just to be close to her, so my mind could focus on other things.. But eventually I needed to talk things out with someone and discuss how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this coincided with her having some doubts about us and being extremely stressed.&lt;br /&gt;So less then 2 weeks after I got the news, I got an sms from her asking if I was gonna be at school on Monday. She wanted to talk to me... being the negative bastard that I am, I assumed that it was about her having doubts and wanting to break up... And I was right. She broke up, leaving me even more crushed and with no one to support me when I needed it most. The same week I had to go to not only one, but two funerals (one for each side of the family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I end up?&lt;br /&gt;Drunk for 9 months straight. (longest sober streak was 2-3 days)&lt;br /&gt;Can't really blame Jean for breaking up. She felt it was more honest then staying with me when she didn't want to. But her timing was crap! :P&lt;br /&gt;But we're still friends and she is now living with one of my best friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that one of my stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2802648876713543209?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2802648876713543209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2802648876713543209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2802648876713543209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-36.html' title='Story #36'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5244497520641741985</id><published>2009-04-30T23:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:45:53.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #35</title><content type='html'>I'm late, but nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been the usual 'shy, bullied wuss' for the first years of my puberty, however, this year that took an overhaul as i got into a new class. Nobody bullied anyone else, there were some real 'geeks' (ye, worse than me) that people would look down more on, I got a bunch of friends, got out more etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's been this girl I had my eye on, she was a sorta Gnome irl (I got something with smaller women...), about more than a head smaller then me. She was the extremely shy, she would talk to nobody but the few friends she had and usually shut down when people asked her things. In the mornings you could always find her alone at the stairs with nobody with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I managed to get a talk with her during class I just thought, heck, I'll go for it. And started having small talks with her about every morning. She was showing interest in me, starting to tell me more personal things and such, I was planning to ask her out soon after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...However, then one of the 'geek' types starts hanging around her, he's mentally a bit behind, and has this annoying girlie voice, he cant walk properly and is standard annoying to everyone overall. At first I just thought I would leave them, she'd just get another of the few friends she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she started showing more interested in him, I got sort of insecure what to do now, but I asked her out nevertheless a week after. She agreed, but as we set a date for it I noted the other guys name in her diary, i just decided to ignore it, as she already decided to go out with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, i could rarely see her because this guy was always following her, I was afraid she wouldn't show up on the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she did show up, i was relieved by that time. We'd hang around a bit, go to her place, she lives at a farm so I helped around a bit, we watched a movie together after. And near the end...she confessed to me, I couldn't have been happier at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame it went downhill after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled to meet again next week, I was preparing for her to be stalked again by this other guy, and yes she was. He probably knew, i was hoping he'd leave her alone a bit more or she would tell him that at least. I was wrong, however, she'd seek me out sometime, and we could spend a bit of time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week passed, since we had some exams coming up we decided to go out some time later, which happened to be my birthday. During this times the same usually happened, I barely got to speak or meet her beside MSN, i couldn't get along with this guy, I rarely walked up to her when he was around, and since he was always around. well...even if I did one of us ended up being totally ignored by her anyhow. And every time i told her it was bothering me I just got the triple dot from her, every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the last week before we met again, and when she was out of class once and her diary was on the table, i let my curiosity let the better of me and looked up in it. I stopped in the week we were in. On my birthday my name was written with a big hearth beside it but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was there too, with the time '19:30' written next to it, you don't know how you should feel, it's just horrible. The worst part is, when we met on MSN again she had to explain to me why she had to leave early, according to her she went to a 'girl party' all night for 'girl thingies'. I knew that Saturday was the last time we'd be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated her as I would normally, but she was back holding a lot on things we did before (no pr0n), at the end I brought her to a place where she would find her way to the 'party' herself, and we said goodbye, for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad, of course as the next weeks started, I didn't pay attention to her, she probably knew I knew, she didn't walk up to me anymore nor even spoke a word to me, and I ignored her as well.&lt;br /&gt;I talked a lot to a few of my friends who gave me support, and eventually I got over her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're still together now, that year he gave up everything to be with her, and she did the same, everyone thought bad of them and sympathized with me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Imhunterbot, and i got dumped for a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5244497520641741985?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5244497520641741985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5244497520641741985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5244497520641741985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-35.html' title='Story #35'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6907030827230453308</id><published>2009-04-30T23:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:42:03.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #34</title><content type='html'>I thought I would never have to post here...(although it ain't over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since me and my bf seemed to be the perfect match...sharing the same interests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I noticed that he has interests in d-cup t!tties and teenage girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 7am I caught him surfing on the web ...on porn sites. (very first time ever after 1.5 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he was sitting in a very odd position....while hanging on his manager seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to pretend I was cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed miserably.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he was sitting in his manager seat kinda freaked me out though...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda seemed like he was sort of dry-@#!@ing his chair in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply failed to stay pretend i was cool with it...&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out...said every bad thing that was even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel relieved though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but you know it's very traumatizing...like walking into your parents room and you catch them having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda gave me the same feeling just 3x as worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless...and like always everything happened in slow motion. (like it always does when bad things happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking "ow...my...f.cking god...pretend it didn't happen.....god I wish I wasn't wearing my contacts right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the image of him kinda hanging over his manager seat while watching big t.tties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay cool with it...I TRIED !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply couldn't let this beautiful moment pass by... to make plenty of sarcastic comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till he said the reason why...'because I'm bored'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much an invitation for sarcasm and grabbed it with my two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fired away the most nasty but funny comments possible...(kinda enjoyed it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he says he doesn't really "pick" anything specific...it's not on his hard drive...he surfs on random sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him to stop being so surprised when his computer freezes up , cause we both know why that is now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wouldn't mind the porno if it wasn't in combination of a quite inactive sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently not feeling so very confident in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Not really feelin' sexy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of things girls ask themselves when they catch their bf surfing the web for porno&lt;br /&gt;"am I not attractive enough..that he has to look for other visual stuff"&lt;br /&gt;"does he thing about this stuff while he's having sex with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first question to myself was "point is obvious...my breast are too small...he wants large breast and I don't have them......f.ck...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not just that...he wanks off on porn quite frequently it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been 2 months since we had sex. (yes MONTHS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried twice last weekend , but he refused me twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it...porn is usually a boost.&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing my sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he's going to move out....tonight. (I hope he's bluffing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for "my advice"... I doubt my advice is worth anything...&lt;br /&gt;But anyways , just tell me when you're on and I'll log into aggramar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see I'm not an expert in "successful" relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an expert in 'ruined' and 'dead sex life' relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the same freakin' problem with my ex...had to force to @!*!er to have sex with me ONCE a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine how I feel right now...EXTREMELY UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[LATER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...his mom says he's bluffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claims he didn't go to work today and found a studio..;and he's picking up his clothing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom is on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have problems with the porn...&lt;br /&gt;We did watch some porn together sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure I used to watch porn too...when I was 16....out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;But I never visited porn sites daily , or even weekly or monthly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never imaged that I would be replaced by a rough hand and some pics of some sl.t on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him 10.000 times to get his act together , that I want to rejuvenate my sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have needs too...I'm not asking much...&lt;br /&gt;Just some attention and some sex at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally depressing if you think we used to have sex 3-4 times a week when we first dated each other for 3 years...even after 3 years the sex was still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lately he was asking really weird stuff... Which I knew are 'typical' porn things.&lt;br /&gt;But I pretty much allowed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 sexual partners...3 of them said I was a demon in the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't understand why I'm being refused.&lt;br /&gt;I'm way better then a rough hand and some pics of some stupid b.tch on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he isn't bluffing about moving out...then I got a serious problem...&lt;br /&gt;Cause my small wage isn't enough to pay all the bills with...&lt;br /&gt;Hell I have to take care of my two cats and provide them with food as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really hope we get out of this problem.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't looking good for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is 'call my bluff'.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate bluffing... I never do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Causes more trouble and heartache then it solves problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Later again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just sent a text message , that he's not leaving...his own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he came with a manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did he tried to reach with bluffing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would say "yes baby it's ok...just jerk off on some porn everyday... I'll just grow myself a new piece of virgin skin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL he wishes...&lt;br /&gt;I want my fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whatever he does behind his desk...he just has to make sure I don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;it's f.cking disgusts me knowing , that I clean his desk....and he eats at his desk as well.&lt;br /&gt;F.cking hate that look on his face when he's watching porn...never saw him look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sadness is starting to turn back to anger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because until today I thought he was only looking...until he confessed that he touched himself while watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel like I'm too demanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6907030827230453308?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6907030827230453308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6907030827230453308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6907030827230453308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-34.html' title='Story #34'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-1662559984861650955</id><published>2009-04-30T23:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:25:54.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #33</title><content type='html'>Gonna hit myself in the head later for this, but here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago when I was a simple newb who just came on high school, I was like... freaking shy and stuff, back then I was also a Photoshopper people were talking about me, friends to other friends to other friends, suddenly this girl came to me and I was like, almost drooling but I kept my head cool and stayed quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and months passed we spoke a several times and smiled, she came to me and asked me a favour to do in photoshop, as well other people on the school. I was all right, sure why not.. Few days later she asks me to go out with her friend, as well with other people I got friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 3 dude's and 3 girls, we went out and took the bus and went to the cinema, I was like listening to my mp3 and stuff looking out of the window with the ''I don't care'' looking back at her now and then smiling, starting a small conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, I was still silent when we were watching the movie she was sitting next to a friend, and I was looking at the movie enjoying it. Suddenly she asks, Hey Wing (My RL Nick name I pref to be called that, sue me.) What would you say... if I asked you for a relationship? (or start one, anyway she just asked that) I was just quiet for a moment, my brain went conflicting each other and I just didn't wanted to move or talk. Few moments later i finally said: Who knows, maybe but I said it like I wanted to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie over, we talked, smiled and went back home, in the bus she said I was quiet and shy, stuff she found me nice and I really liked her but I was shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School again I talked to her but after a few weeks... i don't know why but I didn't greet her or anything just being quiet and walking through school, almost looking through her not caring anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the day of today when I see her, I just smile at her and keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if I should have said yes or no, her friends told me she already had a several boyfriends in the past and I didn't wanted to get hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First wall of text zomg, I'm probably getting laughed at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I was around 13-14 around that time now i'm 15. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit2: Also I expect TLDR D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-1662559984861650955?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/1662559984861650955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1662559984861650955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/1662559984861650955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-33.html' title='Story #33'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-2075686286932310515</id><published>2009-04-30T23:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:20:17.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #32</title><content type='html'>Might as well do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, don't know exactly (just ding'd 70 and there were no raids planned for the near future). a friend of me added me in a conversation with a girl on msn he met in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;just random talk ya know how it goes... the random talk kept going for a couple of hours and I suddenly said, "&lt;name&gt; I had enough of this... I'm gonna add you on msn" so blablabla kept random talking for the rest of the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we started talking in the evening again and it lasted the whole evening again. getting to know each other better and just fooling around (on msn though -.-)&lt;br /&gt;The day after I went to the gym with my mate and she was there as well, nothing special happened though.&lt;br /&gt;But met her for the first time for real and I didn't dislike it, she seemed kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we talked again (still msn) and I decided to quit wow for a while cause I was getting tired of it, just needed a break. We kept talking every night, just having a laugh and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a day or five I told her the music addict I am, sent her a lot of songs all day long and apparently I sent her a lot of "depressing making" music, like Creed, The Cure and all songs which are a bit mellow. she went incredibly "emo" that evening and it didn't cheer me up either... so she kinda took me in trust and told me her "problem"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been in love with a guy for some months, they made out a couple of times while he had a girlfriend... and he said he'd dump his current girlfriend for her... but he didn't .... for months.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda understand how "my" girl must have felt for those months, feeling like !*%@e every day. Being really depressed every evening and I bothered a bit too much than that's good for me so I wasn't all too happy either during that period... I went to visit guildies in Sweden for a week and I really needed to get out of it all for a week, the visit in Sweden has been such an important thing in my life, it was a huge confident boost for me and I kinda changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was back I started talking to her again and she still felt like !*%@...&lt;br /&gt;I told her: "I'm gonna be really honest with you now... you gotta excuse me for it but I have to say it...that guy is being a total jerk atm, he's hurting you every day more and more and he will eventually hurt the girl he is with now, I hope he loses both you and his girlfriend so he will take a lesson out of it"&lt;br /&gt;she agreed somehow and said that he's done so much for her in the passed... but still, look what he's doing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok, I asked her out a couple of times and she did a couple of times as well, just went for a walk, watched a movie etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's where it never got any further, I came to a point where I started seeing a relationship coming up but then the guy dumped his girlfriend and they got together (happened 4 weeks ago or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really type this like there was a sparkle between us but there was, we're made for each other ... (maybe that's just my mind trying to force but I doubt it)&lt;br /&gt;she said stuff that really caught me... dunno how to explain it but it made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes talk to her on a regular basis and she seems really happy, I'm happy for her because she doesn't deserve any more than what she has gone through, she is a great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still sit here thinking about it a lot. "and I'm feeling so disgusted, how pathetic can I possibly be" hehe the lyrics from "Limp Bizkit - It'll be ok" fit so well for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now I bumped your thread mister Doomhamma, this thread was a great idea and I'm happy I told this on a gamesforum :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot more details in this btw but no point in telling it all, you know the headlines :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a conclusion, I've been a person that she trusts and that was/is there for her, I'm happy to have her as a friend so it's not all of a total loss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for something different, &lt;3 to you all in here and K's thread, we're emo teens and will turn out ok eventually :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-2075686286932310515?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/2075686286932310515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2075686286932310515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/2075686286932310515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-32.html' title='Story #32'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3832511753601744360</id><published>2009-04-30T23:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:13:41.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #31</title><content type='html'>Okay people, I need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    Q u o t e:&lt;br /&gt;    Okay I suppose i could give some background info now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm a tall, brown-haired 15 year old swede, male. My roots are Yugoslavian, Bosnian,Serbian and Croatian to be exact, Although I usually call myself "swede" I live in the southernmost part of Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have a pretty good reputation @ my school, And above Average grades. My problem is that I'm always "cute", never something more... Especially the older girls seem to have something for me. My hair is pretty long, at least according to my friends :P That has earned me the nickname "The girl" &gt;&lt; But in the other classes I'm known as "The rocker" :P(That's also partly because I play guitar). With other words, I'm a pretty normal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I rarely get angry, But when i do i totally lose my temperament and get into fights very easy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some info on me, added some from the original post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CURRENT PROBLEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get my eyes off older girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that girls go for older boys, But I can't help it. Today for example, i was at the bus on my way home and suddenly i see this mega-hot girl (probably somewhere between 18-21) And I just can't stop looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find any girls 15 or below hot :/ . Anyone that can help me? Feels stupid to go for older girls since i know i don't stand a chance, even though the older girls tend to like me (As mentioned above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RUINED LOVE STORY (My fault, for being a jerk :P) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much exactly one year ago, I had a girlfriend (This may sound like it was my first one, but no, it wasn't... I've had like 5 more girlfriends since then). She looked beautiful (and still does), But there still were some things that could be improved. She wasn't really into body contact, and I try to get as much body contact as possible, her music taste sucked etc. Let's call her Girl A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Here in this village there is one place where youngsters meet up at summer : The pool, Sandbybadet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, me and some friends head over to Sandby badet one day. After being there for about 15 min, while lying on the grass, i notice a girl (Let's call her Girl B). She has been in the same class as me for one year, but this time i was like OMFG WHEN DID SHE GET THAT FUKIN HOT!? It wasn't really love though, I just thought she was damn hot. Time goes on, we get to know each other better and better and then, the expected came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING UP WITH THE GURL AND FALLING IN LÖVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious and unavoidable, I was in love. I had no idea what to do next, Should I break up with my girlfriend? I saw no other option, I can't be together with someone that I don't love. So I broke up with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took it OK, But her friends got VERY pissed at me. They called me things, made fun of me and so on. I just blocked the girls (It was over MSN) And started Dissing the guy that was pissed at me. He eventually threatened me to bring his friends to my Village and kick my ass, I told him that my friends and cousins, 2-5 years older than his friends, would beat the #!!! out of him so eventually he got quiet too. Anyway back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl B goes on holiday for three weeks and eventually I start losing my interest(Mainly because I knew that she didn't feel the same, but i took it well, too well :P) And it's time for me to go to Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRVATSKA / CROATIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my parents are Yugoslavian I can speak those three languages fluently, in case anyone wonders, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my cousin there (as usual) and got to know his friend (Guy 1) that he had brought with him from Sarajevo. After that we went and talked to another friend (guy 2). We went to beach some days and then we decided to go out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF THE NIGHT TIME WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy two is a real weirdo, he loves to do crazy things. He pours ketchup all over himself and lies down on the middle of the path (Where thousands of tourists pass each hour) And screams "I'm bleeding!" with his funny dalmatian accent. And he also enjoys running around asking tourists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS (Instead of Do you know what time it is, ya know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after some clock asking and fake-bleeding. We sit at one of the big benches along with three other girls. One of them has a Cola, And of course guy two goes "Hey, Gimme some" (And I love him for that). So we start chatting a little and it turns out that one of the girls is Swedish too (From Motala, to be exact) and so we get better friends. So we agree to go to the beach together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEACH :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhere between 35-40 degrees around 13, and me and my friends are waiting for them. And after about half an hour they come and i go like "OH MY GOD". Standing in front of me is something of the hottest I've ever seen(Let's call her girl 4), and after some more talking, i have to fall in love &gt;&lt;. And she SEEMS to have the same feelings for me(I always overrate myself). And it goes on like this for some days. We always hug and so in the water, we always lie close to each other at the beach, but then again I felt something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLDEN AGE ENDS :'( NERF GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two friends were in love with me and we couldn't be together since it would break their hearts. She was also one of those that just goes for the older guys, and since she was one year older then me, it was doomed to fail before it even started. So we talk things out, and we made it clear that we can't be together. I'm usually happy when i get to come away from Croatia( Except maybe from parting with my cousin, he's a great guy). But this time I cried. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sitting here, without any girl or love. But i don't blame myself, I like being single, it's great. But still there are sometimes that you wish that you had someone to cuddle up against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den som gapar efter mycket mister ofta hela stycket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, took me at least 45 min to write :o Bet there are lots of typos here, but cba* to fix them. My fingers hurt from all teh typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Editor notes:&lt;br /&gt;* vague translation: "The one that tries to have too much, will often lose it all."&lt;br /&gt;* can't be arsed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3832511753601744360?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3832511753601744360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3832511753601744360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3832511753601744360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-31.html' title='Story #31'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-3280709562653998984</id><published>2009-04-30T22:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:58:59.628+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #30</title><content type='html'>Been reading this thread for about half an hour so now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known this girl for a really long time, but only realised my feelings for her about two months ago. I'm quite a confident guy so I told some of my friends I had feelings for her, we talked about it for a while. We're both very interested in listening to, and playing music. We are in the same Music theory class. About a month ago I added her on myspace and messaged her for her MSN. She gave it to me and we chatted for a bout a week, I then proceeded to ask her for her number so we could chat by text. At this point let it be noted that even though we have talked in real life, its quite a sparse occurrence. However, looks are often exchanged and I know for a fact that she realised this, I know she's not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got her number, we texted a bit, I got a bit drunk at a show in London and admitted that I had feelings for her, she texted me back and told me she didn't see that coming and was very surprised. At this point I was surprised that she was surprised. So we continued to text, almost as though nothing had happened for the rest of the evening. The next morning she sent me a text message saying she was sorry about the way she acted last night (However, I didn't realise this message until later, after I'd started speaking to her on MSN). She told me on MSN that she felt the same way. I was really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carried on talking for a while, and I asked her if she wanted to meet up at some point in the week. She agreed. However, the week passed and I didn't make further plans. STUPID! I KNOW! So we're still texting/chatting on MSN, and I've entered my exam period. She knows I'm very busy at the moment and I don't really have the chance to see her for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really don't want to happen is for us to drift apart, after making such a good start, whilst I'm doing my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She refers to me and her as 'us', and she asked me if it was ok if she could tell her friends about us, this seemed like a pretty good sign, that she was proud to be with me, and that she acknowledged we were together, but I'm relatively unsure, because we haven't officially gone out alone yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I've been trying to downplay my personality at the moment, I tend to say my mind when I shouldn't, and that's got me in a lot of difficult situations and fights. She's a year and a half younger than me, she's a bit naive I guess. I drink and sometimes smoke weed on a regular basis, and I'm out with my mates a lot! I don't do much school work and my grades have been failing. She's clever, and she does well at school. She's a lot better behaved than any girls I've previously dated. However, I find that an attractive feature, guess it appeals to me, that she wouldn't have to deal with %%@* I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too a certain extent, I've been trying to hide that area of my life from her, I don't want her to think I'm a bad guy, because I'm not, I mean come on.. I play World of Warcraft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my mates is having her 16th birthday party pretty soon, and I asked her if I could bring someone, she agreed and I've asked the girl in question if she wants to go. I warned her that she wouldn't know many people and she said she'd think about it. It would be a really good opportunity for us to get to know each other, and for her to get to know my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really strong feelings for her. She's very attractive, clever and funny. Perfect girlfriend material. I would definitely not be ashamed to call her my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six months ago I came out of a year long relationship, this still slightly haunts me as I haven't lost touch with my previous girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just venting at the moment, but I really hope everything goes well with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any opinions? All welcomed, apart from flamers.. obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-3280709562653998984?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/3280709562653998984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3280709562653998984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/3280709562653998984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-30.html' title='Story #30'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-7318519914433140614</id><published>2009-04-30T22:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:55:31.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #29</title><content type='html'>Everybody I know knows my story, and as stupid as it might be sharing it with people over the internet, I might as well contribute to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 months ago in the seventh grade I was told that there were new people coming to my school, I thought that was pretty sucky, since that meant all the classes would be mixed together, to improve the chances of the new people getting friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day came, and we were meeting the new people, and of course the first thing i did, was looking for some hot girl, I didn't find any - or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one girl was different, she caught my attention, she had freckles all over her face, which I found pretty ugly at the time, but her ass was damn fine, I thought. But nothing additional happened that day, except for picking up her name from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the classes got mixed together, and a good friend of mine ended up in the same class as her. One day me and him were sitting in a computer room, and she was present too. She stood up and walked out of the room, and instantly my head followed to her ass (yeah yeah, I'm a boy :&gt; ), and my friend noticed, and he looks at me rather surprised and says: "You like *******?" and I looked at him and clearly denied it right away, but he caught me lying. So he looked at me and smiled, and threw away his char and ran after her, and I could her him yelling for her: "*******! come here, that guy in there thinks you're hot!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I came home, and on my phone (yep, she had gotten my phone number) was an SMS saying: "So you were looking at me huh ? well, that's weird" And I replied to her that I had been looking at her ass, and unlike most girls, she found that kinda funny. So we got to chat and she was really nice i thought, and started spending all my time chatting with her, not doing anything official though, that came later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over a couple of months it was all just text messages and no real life talking, but when I found myself becoming pretty crazy about this girl I said to myself, that if I really liked her, I couldn't love her until I had actually gotten to know her IRL, so we decided it was time to be together IRL. It went nice, it was a bit awkward, but it was fun and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became friends, best friends. And as we were more and more often together, the more I started loving her. But I was wondering that she had never shown any feelings else than just wanting to be friends. So when I briefed my heart to her, she was surprised, very surprised. But she said she couldn't return me those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soon to find out, she isn't into boys. Neither is she into girls though. She finds body contact disgusting and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 24 months later, deeply in love with my best friend, who finds body contact disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody tells you to move on, but it just is never that simple, even though I rather often wished it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-7318519914433140614?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/7318519914433140614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7318519914433140614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/7318519914433140614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-29.html' title='Story #29'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4365292526295703381</id><published>2009-04-30T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:45:57.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #28</title><content type='html'>Read all the stories up to page 12 and knew my story and I would be safe here on the Internet, since other people have experienced the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before I post mine, I would like to say that I feel amazed that so many nice people can get $%^&amp;ed over, and hope life works out for you in the most perfect way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Just edited the start part as it was very unclear about how old I am, 15, and how old I was when the story started, 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS 10 (TEN) years old, it's the second day after the first half term of the year. A new girl joins my class and I notice her straight away, which is strange because I'm a later developer, and she was the first girl I ever felt like that for, purely in an aesthetic way. She’s beautiful in a way that I couldn’t imagine. Her hair shimmers in the light, her eyes are vibrant and her face is the most perfect shape. (Obviously, she had no ‘goods’ she was 10, also.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Skip to after Christmas Holidays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided I love her, I’m now 11 and the classroom has a new seating plan. I’m now almost opposite her, only one to the right. I gradually make a few moves, try and catch her eye in the way a naïve 11 year old does, by saying jokes that came probably from Penguin wrappers. She fakes laughing and I felt a ‘Click’. We start to hang out, she also makes friends who are daughters of my mother’s friends – big bonus since my mother would approve of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop playing with my friends and hang around with her. We pretend to be in the army, we do Hawaiian style dancing and we play hopscotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zoom past two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time we’ve matured and know we both love each other. She’s asked me out many times, but me being shy said no every time. I %^&amp;*ing hate myself for this, and regret it every day. She met my mother through a school trip and my mum thinks she’s a wonderful, polite, funny, clever... perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disaster time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum’s met a new person (My father died when I was 5 of leukaemia. This also distresses me, as I don’t want my kids to only grow up with a maximum of one grandfather. Sounds silly but it does concern me, deeply.) and he’s disabled. He’s a drunk, ex-teacher, disabled, diabetic who is an utter £$%^ing $%^&amp;. He asks us if we mind him being with my mother and I say no, for the sake of my mother’s happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes down a few times, does things that make me hate him more. (My brother and I argue, I slam a door, the $%^&amp;er comes up, drunk, yelling abuse at me is the one that I remember most vividly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, he asks us to move 120miles from Hertfordshire to the Isle of Wight. I’ve moved before, nothing new here. I’ll still see her when I visit relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After the move:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go up to my old town to see relatives, and I see her once, out of 2.5 years of going up every 6 weeks or so. (Around 8 times a year, so around 20 visits.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get along perfectly there. We laugh, play games (We’re 13 at the time. Nothing sexual happened.) and just have a hell of a good time. When I had to leave, I (This sounds stupid looking at it in hindsight.) shake hands with everyone, and then shake hers last. She doesn’t let go, I panic and yank my hand out. She blushes, and hastily makes an excuse to leave. After she’s gone, her friend who was also there says she want to hug me. I died inside. I’d never hugged a girl before and I also wanted to hug her before I hugged any other girl (I also made a vow for her to be my first... ‘HUMPH, HUMPH, HUMPH, Ahh’).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not seen her since then, which was a little under two years ago. The little email contact I had with her finished after she switched from AOL to something else and her email vanished. I also lost my old phone charger and SIM-Card (Although I did copy them onto my new one, but after a couple of texts with no replies, I’ve given up, for reasons I’ll explain in a minute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also, hardly ever, going up to where I used to live now, since my grandmother, who was the main reason I visited there, died just before Christmas and my Grandfather moved down to where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do I still want her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I. $%^&amp;ing. Do. However, I’m scared she’s changed. She was always into more Rap/R’n’B/Drum and Bass bands, whereas I’m a metal/rock fan. If she’s now a chav, I’ll probably go emo. I just wish I could go back in time and change what I said, to “Yes!!” to her and “No, **#%#.” To the twat my mother met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Options I've thought of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go up to that place, by myself, stay in a cheap B&amp;B/Holiday Inn, and find her, since I roughly know her address, and can ask neighbours if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;2) Ring an old friend and ask for her number. Sounds bitter to me to use her like that, but I'd think she'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ring an old friend and ask for her Postal Address - her 15th Birthday's soon and she gave me some quality chocolates for as a moving present. I could go One Up, and buy her a lot of chocolate, or an alternative if she doesn't/can't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do nothing, forget it an move on. Which I can't do. I've known this girl, this part of me, almost a third of my life. She's in there for good now, and if I do have kids and one's a girl, and never meet her again, I'll name the child after her, so I can be reminded, eternally, of he perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just posting this has brought tears to my eyes. I really, REALLY, loved this girl and just thinking about her makes me long for her. This will probably make relationships hard in the future, but so freakin' be it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4365292526295703381?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4365292526295703381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4365292526295703381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4365292526295703381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-28.html' title='Story #28'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6175399439753144618</id><published>2009-04-30T22:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:40:38.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #27</title><content type='html'>I'm not really used to the forums, I just hope I pressed the right button to submit my love problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about three years ago I met a girl. We became friends, and I made a lot of other new friends as well. I fell in love with her, but was then turned down. I got over it, and we began to rebuild our friendship. Now, about three years later, I fell in love with her again. And I fell hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, she started to show some interest, or that's what I think, being a guy I cannot see these things clearly enough. Earlier, we've been doing things with our other friends, but recently, we've started doing things on our own, only the two of us. Things have been advancing, slowly, but steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the problems started. The Friday two weeks ago we were together with all our friends, and she was hardly saying anything. She avoided the seat next to me, a seat she's always been taking, and she was sending messages with her phone the whole night. It didn't bother me until we got alone, and I asked who it was. "Oh, it's only a guy named Björn". It turns out that the previous weekend she had been to a meeting for Djurens Rätt, an organization that she's very involved in, and met this guy then. This rocked the ground I was standing on pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This did however cease during the week, or so I thought, as she returned to her old self, being happy when she saw me, and smiling with her eyes when looking into mine. I felt happy again, and things started to advance again, still slowly, still steadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Friday again we got together with all our friends, and guess what. Messages all night again, to the same guy, but not as much as the last time, as she actually still kept close to me, and did that smile-thing with her eyes. Things suddenly went were unsure. I did not know what to think, I was confused beyond sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday, I talked to her again, and as if confusion beyond sanity was not enough, she started acting very strange, confusing me even more. I could not get the reason of this out of her until just a few minutes ago. She told me that she was very unsure about this guy, sometimes she felt good, and sometimes she felt very bad about him, him living so far away. I tried to explain things to her, in a very discrete manner, but it don't seem as if she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need your help guys, I really do. I love her to death. She's the reason I stopped eating meat, she's the reason I got out of a depression a while ago, she's the reason to everything! Again, I need your help. Please, what should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6175399439753144618?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6175399439753144618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6175399439753144618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6175399439753144618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-27.html' title='Story #27'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-6128643321965178482</id><published>2009-04-30T22:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:39:11.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #26</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured that I might as well have some outside opinions on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a girl who I haven't met IRL yet, but she lives very close to me. She's 16, I just turned 15 yesterday. We talk a lot via MSN (mainly 'cause I hate phone conversations :/) and I've mentioned the prospect of meeting (cinema, shopping trip) but she claims to be busy. Obviously, I can't prove or disprove this, but it had me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy spending time with her, and we always have a great time when we have our MSN conversations. We've become very close friends, and I'm considering trying to take it to the next level, ie ask her out. However, I don't know how to 'break' this kind of question to her; being turned down sucks, ruins your chances with her and knocks apart your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, in terms of looks...well, not 'Blow me freaking away' mega-uber-hot, but she's very good-looking, intelligent, and we do have a fair few things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halp plz. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-6128643321965178482?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/6128643321965178482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6128643321965178482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/6128643321965178482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-26.html' title='Story #26'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-8109168466318063448</id><published>2009-04-30T22:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:36:16.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #25</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. ok. I dunno if the story is sad or just pathetic from my side but O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the whole thing started in 7th grade 3 years ago when I first started falling in love with her. At first everything went quite good. I was kinda shy so all I did was hang around her and her friend. I was with the two without talking very much to them just following them around. ( Ye, I know..) From time to time I was lucky enough to get a hug and I was so happy :p When we got to the end of the year we were having a maths exam thingy.. nothing important, but.. Well she asked me if she could come to my house and study with her friend.. And of course I was to stupid to think about this as a sign or anything. Not sure still but I think she liked me a tiny bit then. Well the day went by and I didn't make a move I just tried to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I didn't hang around her very much anymore. Don't know what happened but I didn't follow them around as much either. I was really embarrassed being around her. Even more then before.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got into middle/high school (dunno what it's called after elementary) and we started hanging out a little again. I'd heard she was going to take French class so I had applied for it to be with her more.&lt;br /&gt;About halfway through the year she started looking back at me a little. (I was always looking at her, she didn't always notice) When I think of it later I think she kinda liked me back, but haven't asked her about it.. Well in French class she gave me her number one day.. Didn't happen very much then either.. I was either to shy or to stupid to get the sign and just smsed her a couple of times. Didn't really chat very much with her on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna jump to next year now.. This year she was maturing (or whatever you call it) a lot and she started getting the most beautiful body I'd ever seen, BUT she also started hanging out with the popular kids which kinda put a stop to us being together as I was definitely not one of them. On valentines day and her birthday that year I gave her two cute teddy bears for valentines day and a really big bucket of roses for her birthday. Didn't get more then a hug though, but I was very happy with that. Next valentines day I gave her a couple of roses and a poem and I got another hug. A few days later I told her I was really in love with her, but I could sense she wasn't that interested anymore. During those two years every time I even got close to her I got all warm and fuzzy inside and if she touched me I just smiled broadly like a complete idiot and I was in another world for the rest of the day. Last summer she got a boyfriend though. damn pretty boy I hate him so much!! May he die and rot in hell and.. sorry.. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I really really suck at telling stories.. and I'm a pathetic loser &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;After that summer I completely shut myself away from the social world and started with MMORPGs and a lot more computer games then I used to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-8109168466318063448?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/8109168466318063448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8109168466318063448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/8109168466318063448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-25.html' title='Story #25'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5281592093916640240</id><published>2009-04-30T22:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:33:11.593+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #24</title><content type='html'>OK, here I go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago I went on a trip to Barcelona with my school, on that trip I got into contact with a girl that is in another class. She has the most beautiful smile and hair and stuff, and we both like the same music, people etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going out in Barcelona a few times, she took me with her friends to go shopping. During that i got to know her best friend a bit. I felt incredibly comfortable with her, and now I'm in love with both of these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that likes everything I like and the other with who I can have really deep conversations with and just have a comfortable feeing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which one I should go for, and to add to that I'm rather lacking in confidence around people that I don't know that well yet ( specially around girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bit of a writer I tried to write some arguments into a storyline and see if that could get me to choose one ( helped me in the past). Still no real choice I can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really need to hurry, the school year is almost over which means I wont be able to see them as much as I would want. Maybe if one is my gf at the time, we can hang out more often, and I wont have to spend my summer with my friends again, ( they are cool, but it gets a bit lonely for some reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help a gamer in need...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5281592093916640240?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5281592093916640240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5281592093916640240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5281592093916640240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-24.html' title='Story #24'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4081630794867052731</id><published>2009-04-30T22:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:26:14.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #23</title><content type='html'>Ok so here it goes, I'll try to keep it short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background first: I'm a 26 year old female from Holland. My school years sucked and scarred me deep. I was the weird one at high school, terribly and painfully shy. People either ignored me or were nasty to me. I was insecure about everything, specially my looks. didn't think I'd ever get a boyfriend, so I gave up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 5 years ago I met my first real love. Through the internet, as you may expect, as i didn't go out much, afraid and distrustful of people. He lived three hours away from me, but that never formed a problem. The only real problem were his parents. I just couldn't get along with them. Which annoyed them and my boyfriend was right in the middle of it, which annoyed him. They practically ignored me when I was there. My bf took that harder then me, I was just happy to be around him, who cares about other people? But he desperately wanted me an his parents to get along. So I tried, but failed. And it ended up in him making a big mistake. He listened to his parents instead of his heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 2 days before my 26th birthday I received a letter in the mail. The coward broke up with me in a letter.. it infuriated me. Never did i feel so much at once, anger, sadness, hurt. He ended our 5 years together with a friggin letter.&lt;br /&gt;It was around that time that I joined a guild in WOW and met this boy. We talked a lot, in-game, msn and through texts. He understood what I felt, since he recently got dumped himself. And he &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; to everything I said. Which is so important to a girl. You all know what's coming next, right? We developed a crush on each other. Only problem being that he lives in England, but that of course can be overcome. I'm planning a trip there soon, to see if we hit it of in real life too, which I'm sure we will. He's seen my picture and didn't run in fear, so that's a big plus :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few weeks ago my ex send me an e-mail. He told me he missed me, that he made a big mistake in breaking up with me, that he wanted me back. It confused me a little. Suddenly I had two boys to choose from, and that isn't as fun as it sounds...&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it, long and carefully, and I came to the conclusion that I couldn't get that feeling back I once had for him. All I could think about was my new love. And it never could have gone back to the way it used to be, too much had happened. So even if there wasn't someone else I never would have said yes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time it was my turn to break a heart, and I hope I'll never have to do it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of my love life. Hope y'all are still awake? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4081630794867052731?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4081630794867052731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4081630794867052731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4081630794867052731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-23.html' title='Story #23'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-4971321123337327834</id><published>2009-04-30T22:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:23:39.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #22</title><content type='html'>Ow well, I'll tell it like, really short since I'm way to lazy to write a book about it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 years ago, I was out in a club and met a pretty nice person as I thought back then at least, then the night went and we spoke a bit, we left, but forgot to exchange phone numbers so we both kinda spent some time looking for each other and the different clubs aand after a month or so we met each other again at the same club (how ironic) then we spoke a bit more, exchanged phone number etc. and we started to talk a lot, and it slowly got into some love etc. (indeed I'm explaining it fast rofl) then he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend and of course I couldn't make myself say no since he was such a nice and understanding guy then we were together for about 2 months then suddenly I started to notice some stuff that he slowly stopped talking to me, he didn't even look at me anymore then one day I asked what's wrong then he said "oh its nothing I just haven't been able to look at anyone these past days but its all right now I guess" and hell, there was a pretty good reason for why he didn't want to look at me at that time, the bastard had been sleeping with 2 girls behind my back and he didn't show any trace of it at all he didn't even tell me or anything, not before a friend of his came and told me he admitted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he asks if he could get an extra chance at me and I have no idea what to say since I still kinda like him. He said he changed but I have a hard time trusting guys sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Would be awesome if somebody could tell me if its possible that he changed from such and ass hole.. :&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-4971321123337327834?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/4971321123337327834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4971321123337327834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/4971321123337327834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-22.html' title='Story #22'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-5821916124085637477</id><published>2009-04-30T22:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:21:05.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #21</title><content type='html'>Ok guys, story time! Or an almost ruined love story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at a party about 2 weeks ago, where I was drunk and she was as well, and she cheated on her boyfriend with me. However two days later she dumped him because she didn't feel for him like she thought she did. So I thought, time for me to make my move, and I did, we spent a lot of time together, however it was mainly physical and we didn't really get to know each other very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this girl has a history of being with guys for a short amount of time and then chucking them. So, I thought to myself, best not get to attached, and I didn't. A few more days past, I got to know her and her family a little better and we still remained quite physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I thought it was time to take it further and ask her to be my girlfriend, and I did, and she said yes, unsurprising this was for me. So we spent the day together, it was ok, nothing much changed. That evening however, when I got home and was on the phone to her, she realised that there wasn't really anything between us, we still didn't really know each other and it was going way to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had the relationship talk, which, like every other man I fucked up. And thus we decided we weren't going out anymore, it is something that she made up, we were a kinda lesser version of boyfriend and girlfriend, I am very confused about all of this, thinking wtf is going on? And now I am going to see her on Friday and take it slower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe keep it going for a month or so and then ask her out. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice welcome! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-5821916124085637477?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/5821916124085637477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5821916124085637477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/5821916124085637477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-21.html' title='Story #21'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244697906219205831.post-312043612708140133</id><published>2009-04-30T18:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:48:06.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Story #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Author of Story #14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UPDATE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, so tomorrow is the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, what happened today. Since some five people from our class went to some trip, we (me and her) ended up sitting together for some of the subjects. It was pretty ok, we had lots of laughs, but at one moment a guy from the class who knows I'm in love with her tried to taunt us (but not so openly, so only those who know about it would know what's he aiming at), and I tried to ignore it but at one moment she turned to him, and told him to bugger off and that's she's really not in a mood for it. Being the insecure freak I am, I'm now buggered if she thought about it as to him to quit the jokes or that she finds it insulting I'd be with her. (Even though she's not some snob or anything.) Other than that, the day was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, I went to the party. In it we had a great time, laughed, danced, whatever - you know the deal. But when I finally got the courage to ask her (I didn't drink too much, I was only, well as they say in WoW, tipsy. ) a friend of mine got in fight with some guys so I had to go and separate him from them to keep him from getting his ass beaten (though I pretty much wanted to beat him myself because of that), so anyhow, the moment was gone, and I lost my courage. When I went to walk her home (party wasn't at hers house), I had a perfect chance to ask her, we were alone, there was no one who could bother us, yet once I again I didn't have the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Haven't seen her for more than two days now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Last I saw her in ~3:00 Monday morning, when we the party was over. I didn't go that day to school, and yesterday, when I did go, she was ill and didn't come. Today I'll maybe see her if she comes, but we go in second shift because the first graders are having their national exams. Of course, I forgot all about it, so I woke up at 6:00 this morning to walk to school only to be told there once I got that I should come back for the second shift by out janitor* I've meet outside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The guy's pretty cool. Reminds me of Groundskeeper Willy, only there's a rumor going around the school he's banging the hottest teacher in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Q u o t e:&lt;br /&gt;    Keep in mind that this is purely a chemical reaction getting triggered in your brain in order to the ensure survival of our specie.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't help at all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[LATER again.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yesterday at school, I convinced the teacher to let me leave the last school hour, because I had to go to the driving school (I've completed it a month or so ago, but I still use it from time to time as an excuse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also found an excuse to leave (a classmate was "ill" so the teacher let two of them leave - she went just in case the "ill" one fainted. Poor, gullible teacher...), so we ended up going to the coffee together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened there, we just talked and all, but now at least, during the last few weeks we spent more and more time together talking IRL instead of through e-mails. I guess that's a progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Even More Later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so guess what happened to me. I got an anonymous e-mail, with a link to a blog. And what do I do? I open it, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start to read the first post, and it's about some girl saying she still loves the guy who dumped her and that she hopes they'll be back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scroll down a little, and see her picture there. Someone sent me a link of her blog. Maybe it was her, maybe it was some of her friends, I don't care. But this has ruined all my hope. So much about it... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4244697906219205831-312043612708140133?l=galritpog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/feeds/312043612708140133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/312043612708140133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4244697906219205831/posts/default/312043612708140133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galritpog.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-20.html' title='Story #20'/><author><name>Hugo/Velsh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037630798332822926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pBhHzOC3_S8/SKMCfQqkI0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vfb7iDMhNYE/s1600-R/1215483280311.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
