Hm.. My dating history is pitiful. I'm a 21 year old woman, and I feel I never did have much luck.
I was blatantly ignored through high school. SO rude. Not that I was that eager or anything... But when I was fifteen, a ended up in a psych ward
(yay!) and got my first boyfriend (Woo! over the moon!). It was long distance, and I ended it after about 2 or 3 months (I'm a bitch, too!).
Then, at like, 16, I dated this other guy, for like, 2 weeks, before I decided I was gay.
Dated a girl, for like, 2 weeks, before she cheated on me (in front of me) so I went to bed. Got woken by someone giving me head. Was the girl I'd
just been cheated on with.
Um... Dated another girl. For a week. Cheated on me, then broke up with me. (She was mental. Told me she'd off herself if I didn't date her or some
#, then f**king cheats on me).
Slept with several people, but no more dating for a while. (Turns out I'm not gay, Yay!)
'Til a girl was well keen on me. (Okay, I'm still kind of gay). So we sort of had an open relationship going for like, 8-12 months? Until she never
had time to see me anymore and things got weird, so we ended it. Tried to fix it up a few times, but no luck.
Had a bit more sex with other people, but no official dating happened.
Until I fell in love. I chased the damn boy down until he loved me back. ^.^ I'm a determined f**ker. We've been together for two years.
S'pretty messy relationship. We fight like crazy. But I am like, 99.9% sure he is my soul mate. So, I'll deal with it.