Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

It wasn't fair, nothing was and I've been alive for a bit more than eighteen years to remind me of that fact. So why did it still bother me so much? I pretended to be busy behind the counter of the Smoothie Express as I watched the beautiful woman in the food court snuggled up against the troll that had bought her lunch. What an unlikely couple, but it's not like this was the first time I'd been so completely perplexed, and jealous. She was gorgeous, long black hair, big dark eyes and lips that I could easily see were plump and prone to smiling. There she was with a fat guy wearing dirty jeans and greasy hair. He almost looked like he had been playing in a garden, except it was December and there was a foot of snow on the ground. They finished their drinks, then got up and walked off with his dirty fingernails pressed against her ass. Life was definitely not fair.

My name is Carl, and I blame almost all of my attitude on not being able to figure out what I needed to change, or do to attract a female. I'm reasonably good looking, I've got brown hair and green eyes, women are supposed to like green eyes. I'm nearly 5'10" and I weigh 175 pounds. I get good grades in school, I work part time after, I volunteer and I have both of my parents who have brought me up in what I'm guessing is a fairly standard family setting. I don't have any siblings, but I do have cousins that are my age that I'm close with. I have a small number of friends, so I'm not the loner you may have ...

... expected.

I could talk to women easily enough, I mean my job wasn't the ideal place to possibly socialize with women, but I spoke with them everyday, and it was comfortable enough to do, but I just couldn't crack the code that would have resulted in getting a date. I'd been turned down 100% of the time's I'd asked, and it had happened enough times that I was reluctant to keep asking. The only time in my memory that I felt like I actually had a chance was at a party a few years ago, but I'll talk more about that a bit later.

So there I was, shaking my head and wondering what I was dependably doing wrong as the beauty and the troll walked off. I fell back on the same wishful thinking that had carried me through this year, that I'd graduate from high school, and start college far from home after summer break. I'd have a fresh start, nobody would know me, and surely I'd manage to start dating. Until then, it was just miserable, and I hoped more than anything that I was right about college being a new start for me.

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That night, I made a mental checklist of things NOT to do in college. At the top of the list, I had written: Don't do the same thing, and expect better results.

I fell asleep hours later, and woke before dawn recalling the most vivid dream I'd ever had. It was so shocking that I couldn't fall back asleep so I lay there and wondered if there was some hidden meaning to it. I was at a halloween party, it was the same party I'd just mentioned. The one I attended ...