I’ve embarrassed my self, but only to my self. With starting T, my libido has been through the roof. The last intimate interaction I had was… with her. It’s been almost two weeks, and it has been driving me crazy. The fact I cant seem to have anyone lay next to me, I attempted to take care of the problem my self. It’s becoming painful…honestly. I have never been one to take care of it my self, my entire life. I always found it….uncomfortable. Upon meeting her, our distance at first made it desirable when it was…together. I got..comfortable with the way my body felt. So I hoped…. I was wrong….my thoughts instantly went to her. The next thing I knew I hand my hand down my sweats with a half boner, crying. FUCKING PATHETIC!
I’m beginning to wish I never met her. I don’t want to miss her like this anymore. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. The worst part of it all….it’s my fault.