Pushy women are God’s greatest gift to shy young men. Had it not been for pushy, horny women. I might have remained a virgin well into my twenties.
I lost my virginity at age 16 when an adult woman took advantage of my youthful trust and naïveté. ( tuscl.net )
Even after that (or, who knows, maybe because of it) I was very shy around women for a long, long time. Most young men are but I think my shyness was worse than most.
I was never rejected by a woman. This wasn’t because I was such a hot stud and in high demand with the young ladies. That wasn’t it at all. I was never rejected because I always waited until a girl gave me irrefutable evidence that she was hot for me.
Good thing I was patient as a young man because my standards for “irrefutable evidence that a girl wanted me” were very high. Sometimes I had to wait a long time.
Looking back on that era, I suspect many women who found me attractive probably gave up, assuming I was under-sexed or possibly gay.
The women who brought me out of my shell, sometimes kicking and screaming, were all very pushy women.
( tuscl.net )
Some might call them sluts who simply wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.
I shall be eternally grateful for all of the youthful, pro-bono desplooginatrix I had the good fortune of “meating” in my youth. But for them, I might have grown up to be like IceyLoco.
I didn’t need pushy women; I just didn’t know what I didn’t know. I remember my parents being away for a weekend during my 11th grade. They left me the car, my older brother bought me a bottle of sloe gin, (sweet & sticky), I brought my busty girl friend to the house we drank sloe gin fizzes, got tipsy, she got naked from the waist up and I blew my load. She wanted to take things further and I didn’t know what further really entailed. It was another couple of years before a PUSHY woman taught me what sex was in the front seat of a ‘58 Pontiac Super Chief.