Throughout my short life ive had quite the history with women, most not good.
The earliest time I had a run in with women would be when I was 4, possibly the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me, two ladies, around 12 maybe 14 if I can remember correctly and asked if they could procure my name from me, so I told them "Hold on" I then went over to the seat where my Grandmother was sitting and asked her "Whats my name?" according to her my name was "******"(starred out for privacy
) so I went back over to were the girls should of been. Yet they were gone. And forgetting your name isnt a good thing, for I quickly learned women were something to be adored, and feared. And that moment burned quite a bit of fear of embarresment into me. The second earliest thing I can recall was in 4th grade, I was in the library with all my other classmates(douchebags) picking out a book for reading(yes thats what a book is for) and a girl in my class came up to me and asked me if I would like to date her, "Yes" is what I thought, but what I said was "If I say yes youre just going to say "Haha I was just kidding", she said that she wasnt, but I still repeated what I had said before, this went on for a good 2 minutes until finally, I murmered "yes" and guess what? She said "haha I was just kidding" 
this is where all my hate and malice now stems from.8th grade was a shit year as well, that was the grade I became infatuated with a girl and asked her if she would like to go to the dance with me, her answer was "im going with some friends already, but you can hang out with us when we get their", being misunderstood is always terrible :(. That same year a beuatiful girl asked me to date her, I said "Yes", I had marvoulous plans for that weekend, but 2 days later she broke up with me, I was going to give her flowers, and chocolate, bitches love flowers and chocolates :(. And those were terrible times. Later that year I fell in love(* love - me thinking I love someone), who I am still in love with today, so I planned to be super awesome at the last dance of the year, so I broke out my suit, and cut a fresh flower from a bush, and boarded my moms minivan to the last dance of the middleschool year. When I arrived, there she was, looking dazzling in her dress. So for about 2 hours I worked up the courage to give her that flower. But when I finally did. She walked away. Later that night I looked down at the flower and all the petals were gone
The earliest time I had a run in with women would be when I was 4, possibly the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me, two ladies, around 12 maybe 14 if I can remember correctly and asked if they could procure my name from me, so I told them "Hold on" I then went over to the seat where my Grandmother was sitting and asked her "Whats my name?" according to her my name was "******"(starred out for privacy
) so I went back over to were the girls should of been. Yet they were gone. And forgetting your name isnt a good thing, for I quickly learned women were something to be adored, and feared. And that moment burned quite a bit of fear of embarresment into me. The second earliest thing I can recall was in 4th grade, I was in the library with all my other classmates(douchebags) picking out a book for reading(yes thats what a book is for) and a girl in my class came up to me and asked me if I would like to date her, "Yes" is what I thought, but what I said was "If I say yes youre just going to say "Haha I was just kidding", she said that she wasnt, but I still repeated what I had said before, this went on for a good 2 minutes until finally, I murmered "yes" and guess what? She said "haha I was just kidding" this is where all my hate and malice now stems from.8th grade was a shit year as well, that was the grade I became infatuated with a girl and asked her if she would like to go to the dance with me, her answer was "im going with some friends already, but you can hang out with us when we get their", being misunderstood is always terrible :(. That same year a beuatiful girl asked me to date her, I said "Yes", I had marvoulous plans for that weekend, but 2 days later she broke up with me, I was going to give her flowers, and chocolate, bitches love flowers and chocolates :(. And those were terrible times. Later that year I fell in love(* love - me thinking I love someone), who I am still in love with today, so I planned to be super awesome at the last dance of the year, so I broke out my suit, and cut a fresh flower from a bush, and boarded my moms minivan to the last dance of the middleschool year. When I arrived, there she was, looking dazzling in her dress. So for about 2 hours I worked up the courage to give her that flower. But when I finally did. She walked away. Later that night I looked down at the flower and all the petals were gone
