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In karate class during a tecnique line, when I did one of my techniques (Grasp Of Death, for those of you that don't know Kenpo Karate), I inadvertently grabbed Katie's groin. No, she didn't mind; no, I didn't get in trouble. But I DID get told that I should grab the THIGH when I do that on a girl. (I had only done it on guys until then, so...) It was just embarrassing.
The question is not what in my life I've done that I regret, but instead, what have I done in life that I DON'T regret?Anyway, I can think of a few things that I've really blown it on.Anime:I managed to get into this at the age of 14 or so- big mistake. Quite possibly my biggest ever, even if I love it. Let's run down the list of problems it's brought upon me, shan't we? -Attraction to anime girls, as well as actual fulfillment of the big-breast fetish I'm sure I've had since birth. Read: why I'm not so attracted to most girls anymore (although maybe I'm just not as psychotically horny as most people my age). -Love of obscure anime ensures that I have next to zero in common with my fellow man to talk about. As a result, my only friends? All online. All roughly about, oh, 500 miles away, minimum distance. -98% of anime fans are male, and the few females that are anime fans tend to be really, really weird. -See next two incidents.Girl dumbassery VR. 1:Anime convention 2004; you read the article. The first girl I got to hug, the blonde one? I, being a shy, stupid idiot, ran off due to a combination of me blushing my ass off and having an erection I wanted to go the hell away- without bothering to ask her name or any sort of contact information. BUT... Maybe this wasn't so bad. At least my probably last memory I'll ever have of her was GOOD, unlike...Girl dumbassery VR. 2, AKA "Fucking Lisa":Same convention, 2004. That year? Introduction to Lisa went great. She even found my website and contacted me. She actually kinda liked the site. 2005. Convention again. I see her again. We talk all nice. We hug. I actually get what is now a first kiss I deny ever happened.Then comes October 2005. I don't know who instigated the idea of this, but in any event, a trip to Ann Arbor involving myself, Bill, Lisa, and her friend took place. I had been flirting with her over e-mail before and since the kiss, and she actually didn't seem creeped out. This was the first time such a thing had ever happened, so I stupidly believed she actually liked me. Sum this one up as "I AM A FUCKING IDIOT". I attempt to continue flirting, and everything collapses in my face. Lisa ignores me the whole trip, and I spent the last half of it AND the entire ride back home fighting back tears, pissed off and wanting to die. I to this day am extremely mad at this, that she would string me along like this, but I'm also mad at myself for believing she liked me. I was too hopeful. There is a follow-up to this story that I'm not telling out of being 100% certain that it WILL piss off someone who I won't name.Really, there's days where I wonder if I'd have been happier if I were one of the people I complain about on a regular basis. I wouldn't be unique, but sometimes I question strongly whether or not uniqueness is a good thing. All signs point to the conclusion that it ISN'T, at least not the way I am.Basically, most of the things I've regretted in my life tie in to girls in some way or another. Big surprise, I guess. I've never even gotten to HUG one canon without either someone suggesting it, or them tensing up like hell. You lucky bastards.
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