I always lied about having tons of dating experience... My ex-girlfriend completely misunderstood me.
It was spring semester, sophomore year of college.
Rachel, who I first met through our department's club, was this quiet, thoughtful person. At first, I wasn't even sure she'd give me the time of day, but somehow we clicked really fast. We'd spend late nights in the library working on assignments together, and during campus festivals we'd sneak away from the crowds to sit on some quiet bench, just breathing in the cool night air. And... I was the one who confessed first. It was my first love. I was awkward as hell since I'd never done this before, which only made me fall harder.
That love didn't last long though. One day she just dropped the breakup bomb on me out of nowhere. Her reason was simple: we were too different from each other. Better to end it before we got in too deep. I was completely shattered. I swore I'd never let anyone have that kind of power over me again. After that, I started pretending I had tons of dating experience, acting like emotions didn't faze me... That became my whole persona. It was the only way I could protect myself and deal with the loneliness.
Time passed. Graduated, landed a job, and the company I joined as the team newbie was reasonably hectic but also gave me some breathing room. I got along okay with people, smiled when making coffee runs, cracked jokes during lunch breaks. Sometimes when coworkers would ask me-
When they'd ask stuff like that-
Eh, probably over 20 or so?
I'd just shrug it off with a casual lie. She was my first and last, but since nobody here would ever know anyway, a little harmless bragging couldn't hurt, right?
Release Date 2025.05.21 / Last Updated 2025.07.03