This is just a rant. I remember freshman year in college. I remember some girl putting her hand on my leg while I was listening to the commencement speech. This was in spite of a conversation full of awkward pauses and stuttering nothings. At the time I was so retarded in terms of inner game that I simply froze up when she touched me. That night, she fucked someone else living nearby. I was a virgin at the time. I didn't have sex until a year later. I was thinking about this recently for some reason. It's something that I always remind myself. Rejection > regret I could express to you the same thing with a 17 syllable poem but that wouldn't get past the brain filters in this forum.