An Introduction

I'll try to make this as brief as possible. Nobody's really interested in my entire history, and I tend to go on and on as my thoughts develop, so let's dive straight into it, shall we?

I lost my virginity at 21. Some people don't ever lose their virginity. So, not so bad, right?! She was my pseudo-kinda-sorta-but not really, maybe, almost, slightly considering the idea of being my girlfriend. And then I told her I loved her.

Fail.

I used to throw the word love around quite a bit. Took me a few years...ten, maybe...to finally figure out that 1.) Girls didn't really enjoy that term, at least not early on, and 2.) I was never really in love in the first place. Way to go, Riley!

It also took me a really long time to figure out that telling a girl you need to talk to her, sitting her down, and apologizing for the awkwardness prior to revealing the fact that you have feelings for her and then hoping she'll be like "OMG, I'm SO glad you said that because I totally feel the same" just...doesn't work. Ever. It's never worked once. I've also done it over email and the phone. And each time I hoped that maybe...MAYBE...this time it would be different.

But it never was.

I've never had a serious relationship, as the above makes obvious. I've had sex with a whopping two, and enjoyed other sex-related activities with less than ten. Now, I'm not saying I want to turn myself into a man-whore...because I don't. I merely want the opportunities to engage sexually with the opposite sex to be more frequent. I want women to want me. Which, right now, they don't. Is that so much to ask? I hardly think so. I don't find myself that unattractive. I went through a bit of a cocoon stage during puberty where I looked absolutely horrific, but once college rolled around, I felt like I was a fairly decent looking human being! But my psych was all screwed up. All my previous notions of how I looked and how I was lingered. I was still this awkward, bumbling, socially inept fool that signed a fifty year lease in the friend zone. Well, it's about damn time that I broke that lease, that I rewired the way I thought about myself, and learned a few tricks of the dating trade. It's time to annihilate the factor that caused of all those nights I spent with just my hand. The Riley Factor.

I think that's a solid intro. The stories begin tomorrow.

-Kurt Riley