Dear diary, love, right here, right now, more people than ever before look for it. Searching for it, yearning for it, without actually knowing what it is. For a male in their twenties in the 21st century, sex has become much more accessible and love deprives one of their freedom. One might ask, 'how will you know, being a virgin all your life, never have had any intimacy in any shape or form.' Maybe I am being ignorant, maybe I do indeed need to jump on that bandwagon with no regrets. Where a relationship is tested on how well you please another in bed. How much you show-off your love and intimacy on social media for others to drool over. Proving one that "true love" does, in fact, exist in the bleak world.
This is my story, the story of a man who is incapable of being intimate with another woman. The story that may or may not feel relatable to some degree in the modern day of finding love and other stuff.