Weeks one through six

After that my weekends were always about some guy, my first victim was a friend of mine, he was the best friend of a classmate of mine. It turned out she was in love with him, I felt really bad after that, especially because it turned out he's gay.
Two weeks later I met a German medical student at a disco, he was okay for one night, but he wanted to see me again, stupid me, I gave him my cell-phone number, but when he wrote me a text message the next week I didn't respond, or pick up when he called. One night a with held number called, I decided to pick it up for once. It was him. I did the lamest thing imaginable: I pretended I was someone else adn didn't know who he was talking about, but how many wrong numbers speak English in a Mid-Eastern Hungarian town? Not many, it was obvious I was who he purposefully called, but instead of accepting the fact that I didn't want to meet him again he wrote a message saying he still did and added me as a friend on Facebook, it turned out he had no other friends there. Now that's sad. I ignored his request and he quit calling.
The weekend after that I had a different encounter.I had known this guy superficially for about 5 years already. I had a skateboard phase in ninth grade and met a lot of awesome people who also did extreme sports, he was one of them. He was a professional bmxer, one of the best in Hungary, and one of the hottest guys I had ever made out with. He had the works, a load of piercings, tatoos and a sweet smile. He could of been my first one night stand, but I played the hard to get card and he was "too drunk to fuck". We exchanged msn addresses, but it was a dumb idea. I now had a thing for him, I didn't get enough to forget about him, but chating with him was like catching a rabbit for diner, but naming him before eating him. I'm vegetarian by the way. I spent that week hunting him on msn and wondering what would happen if for some reason we would run into each other on the street. I put way to much energy into thinking about him, because I actually didn't have what to think about, I didn't know him at all. I what if'd for days before realizing it was a pointless.
On Friday night, a few of my classmates and my younger sister came over to pregame. We decided to go dancing, but I never got that far. I stumbled into a friend of a friend at the bar we stopped at on the way there, a few of us went on to the disco, but my sister and I stayed. He was a super sweet guy who had just gotten out of a relationship that lasted for over 4 years. We I drink I become an encourager, trying to make people feel better about themselves with the purpose of getting them to kiss me. It had worked 2 out 2 times so far, we ended up making out for about an hour. He felt familiar, it was like I had always known him, but I did not make the mistake of holding his hand, because that would've meant a second date, no, our night was completely platonic.
I am getting desperate, I've been having these flu-like symptoms on account of sex deprivation, my limbs will hurt and I'll get cranky. How am I going to get out of this?

Three years and nine months

My first serious boyfriend a guy I had known for a while beforehand, he was the good friend of guy who lived one floor above us back then. Let's call him Aaron. We was very sweet and manly, or at least in the beginning. He would always walk me home, pay for the bill and was a complete gentleman with my Mother. After a while, probably on account of me and my tendencies to become easily bored, we would get into fights more and more often. I don't remember why, they were most likely little things, the only serious problem was that we would smudge the truth every now and then, I still don't know whether or not I was his first. I was an ass at times thought, too. I told him he annoys me and that I wasn't attracted to him physically anymore. I know now that that was one of the worst things I could've said, my cousins husband told her that, but they're midaged, I was 16 at the time. So to make a long story short, we both noticed that we more friends than a couple, so we broke up. I week later I rebounded into the worst relationship ever, he was the biggest dick with the smallest dick ever. I should've known dating him was a bad idea just by looking at him, he was 19 and still into Bob Marley. Our first few weeks were already in the first few rings of Dante's hell, but somehow we ended up staying together for over a year. Ladies, never date someone who will make you cry, because of something they had also done. He kept on bugging me about why I slept with huge number of guys before him (2), asking for details and inane stuff like that. He would cry when I didn't want to sleep with him. He didn't grasp the concept that sometimes I liked to be alone. A guy once made a move on me and being the honest person I was I told him about it, he threated to break up with me if I ever talked to him again and then when I told him no and decided to walk home he followed me, but wouldn't let me touch him. I still can't believe I forgave him for that. After a while I would purposely not notice his sexual comments, he just thought I hadn't heard him and kept repeating them. He deserved much more than the slap our infierno ended with, I would still slap him if I ever see him again, or even tell his girlfriend or any of his friends what a small penis he has. Life sometimes is fair. So after that I fell in love with a skater/vj I had known for 4 years before that. A few after first meeting him I told that I wanted more, but he didn't at the time, so we just stayed friends. When he started dating a stupid cross-eyed classmate of mine I decided to move on. We didn't talk for a while after that. Anyway we were together for over a year and were pretty well off, it's only now that I when I look back I see all the little problems, like when he sold my skateboard and wanted to keep some of the money for himself or like when he would promise to pay me back for lending him money and never would. I wanted a boyfriend, not a son. So after he moved to Budapest to study at the University there we grew apart, though he didn't notice until I broke up with him. It was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made, because I noticed a lost cause before tripping off the cliff. He kept on calling and just coming over at random times when he was here on the weekends. So I stopped anwsering the phone when he called and writing his emails back. Once again I moved on, for three years and nine months I had constantly been in a relationships, but now I was on my own.