Well since I ended up in this part of the forum I might as well share the awkward stories of my love life.
My first relationship was around the time I was 14, while the girl looked good I didn't really like her. I only got together with her because I knew I guy who liked her, yeah I know dick move but the kid was an asshole. The relationship ended when I refused to meet her for 2-3 weeks straight because it was "raid night".
Since then I never had a relationship. All of my sexual experiences were one night stands, mostly with girls who came and went from our group of friends. At first I thought this was cool, but after some time I started to yearn for an actual emotional relationship.
Now this brings me to the story of my first and up until now only "love". She was a classmate of mine allthroughout high school (7 years cause different school system). At first I didn't even notice her, then I started to like her, over the years this grew to a silent admiration. I never dared to actually start something since we were class mates and if it turned out it would quite awkward.
Now during the last 2 years of high school I was doing drugs, with it getting quite serious by the end year. This made me braver and gave me a confidence boost, and since my friends also knew about it and wanted to help we ended up going to the same places to party. So I started to try to get together with her. We usually had a great time together but she always ignored or didn't take serious my more intimate attempts. She was probably trying to avoid making things awkward.
Now during last winter I had many "enlightening" moments, I stopped drugs, I also decided I wasn't in to her anymore and that I didn't need an emotional relationship. So me and my friend returned to drinking. Now after we graduated classmates would come together and since her family owned a pub that's where we would go. On one of these occasion when neither of our friends were there we spent the night drinking and talking together. I learned more about her that one night than in the other 7 years altogether. It turns out she was an even far more emotionally fucked up person then I was, in a somewhat similar but far worse situation than me.
On a previous get together she used one of our classmates for a "booty call" but the guy was a lightweight and got whiskey dick and couldn't do it. So now it was my turn. Funny, when I actually tried to not give a shit about her this happens. Anyway it was by far the best sex I ever had, I can't really describe it and I don't actually feel comfortable going in to detail but, for me at least, it was different from the others times. The next morning when we woke up she basically threw me out of her house.
So in the end I ended up doing it with my dream girl, but it actually left more unsatisfied, it was not how I wanted it, it was not what I dreamed about for years. However to tell the truth if I could go back, I would do it again.
Now I know this was mostly story and not much action however I hope you get a kick out of my fucked up life and for me it actually felt great to share this with some complete strangers. ;)