me too as long as its a girl.

Obviously.

I'd rate my priority list in this direction

1. Love
2. Sex
3. Kisses

Kissing doesn't matter much to me. In fact, I find myself repulsed when I have to kiss someone...so I probably won't enjoy it that much.

Cuddling and holding someone, and having sex with them, is much higher up on my priority list. After all, kissing doesn't have an expiration date; you can get kissed at any age. However, being a virgin at an older age is something for cause for embarrassment.

Accidental light touches in busy places (concerts, streets) is the closest physical intimacy I ever got

Very, very little. No sex. No kisses on the lips.

Kissed a girl on the cheek once and she reciprocated.

One girl kissed me on the cheek a lot when she was drunk (it was a Christmas party). I thought I was getting lucky, but then she moved onto someone else.

That's it!

Never had anything of this stuff. I kissed a boy about two years ago on the lips but this was friendship.

That's halfway there.

I've been kissed on the cheek a couple times. A few platonic hugs. Nothing else.

I've been pecked on the cheek and hugged platonically by female, non family, friends; but I hardly think those count.

No love, no kiss, no sex.
Hand-holding and hugs are as far as intimacy goes for me.


What's worse, my first meeting with a girl, if it's not in a party situation, would have me in an unable-to-speak position, which screws up the issue farther.


Also, I want to stay a mile away from sex workers- if I would have sex, I would want it to be with someone I know.

I've ever even been hugged, held hands, or been pecked on the cheek....

That's all I want... I can understand why girls wouldn't want me as their boyfriend. I just want a sympathetic girl to surprise me and touch my skin.

No kisses on the lips, certainly no sexual contact of any kind, and it's been years (since I was in my late teens/early twenties) since I have held hands with a female or had any kind of contact that way other than very brief and very platonic hugs.

I always thought of myself as really inexperienced, but don't fit the criteria for having no intimate touch experience at all.

What intimate touch experience I do have almost without exception comes from my schooldays. Since leaving school I have had virtually none, especially as I've got older. I'm 36 now.

I had a girlfriend when I was 10, who was the same age. That gave me the full range of intimate touch experience then, but she was always pestering me for sexual intercourse. That was the one thing I didn't do. Having sex seemed strange, as I had it in my head that it was something people did when they were adults. I know this was an extremely young age, but I regret not doing it, because I could have had no idea of how I'd turn out as a chronically single adult.

In my older teens a number of girls asked me out or tried to start relationships with me. The thing is, they were almost always girls in their younger teens. At that stage in life, this was considered a taboo age difference. It was tempting in that I was being offered the chance of a girlfriend, but I couldn't accept. You'd get accused of being a paedophile otherwise. I just hadn't had any success with girls my own age. I was too shy to ask them out, usually getting someone else to ask for me, which definitely didn't impress the girl being asked.

Since entering the relatively much more sophisticated, urbane world of university, that was pretty much it. Since then all of the criteria would apply to me. Only my schooldays ensure I don't.

For me sex comes part and parcel with intimacy, which in truth I place far higher when it comes to what I really want. Even if I jerk off, the fantasy is only about half the time the kind of disconnected 'meaningless' scenario fantastical sex with an attractive girl. It's much more often about being with her and expressing our feelings through sex, kissing and cuddling. What's even more difficult is that a lot of girls are just into pure dominant "fucking" so there's no chance to lie with each other and enjoy the physical contact, not at least if you want to see her more than once.

I'm in the same boat. 20 years old and I might as well be 10 in terms of experience. I've held hands in certain formal situations, and some women have used me as a portable encyclopedia, but nothing beyond that.

Here's what I like to call the Cheeseburger Analogy(TM):

Imagine a starving man confronted with someone eating a cheeseburger. The starving man looks on with fascination: To him, the masticating, salivating and animalistic grunts are a total mystery. Eventually, he starts asking questions: "What does it taste like? What?! This is your FIFTH cheeseburger?!" He might even be told (by the cheeseburger-eaters, of course) that cheeseburgers aren't that great anyway, that they cause indigestion, that it's better to stay away in the long run, but all the motivational prep talks and encouragements seem strangely unsatisfying. Truth is, the starving man is very, very hungry. Some of the cheeseburger-eaters go as far as suggesting he wait for the Ultimate Cheeseburger; the legendary whopper-double with cheese, lettuce and tomatoes, and he's reassured that it will totally make up for all those smaller, less savory cheeseburgers he missed out on.

The starving man tries to procure his own cheeseburger, but the sound of his rumbling stomach scares them off. The cheeseburgers don't want to be the first food to be digested there. They prefer the experienced eaters, who have done their fair share of chewing. They begin to suspect that the starving man isn't really interested in cheeseburgers anyway, that he prefers the salads. Rumors spread. He contemplates leaving the world of the cheeseburger-eaters, but the thought of the legendary whopper-double keeps his hopes up. On rare occasions, the eaters entrust him with holding their burgers for them while they do more important things. Any attempt to take a bite is met with scorn, however. He becomes an odd curiosity, an emaciated vagrant in a world of appetizing plenty.



One day, the starving man... starves to death.