I was strongly in love with a beautiful Jewish girl in high school. Red hair, giant tits, smart as a whip, and just every fucking meme about the forbidden Jewish girls that drive men wild you see here on Jow Forums. Seriously.
We hung out a lot in high school, and I was able to successfully ask her out my junior year. We hung out a few times, it was good, but when she was my date to junior prom she was a bitch to me the whole night. I told her off and she spent the better part of the next year trying to make it up to me. She changed her style to something more sexy (before that she was kind of girl next door), started showing up more at parties, expanded her friend circle, etc.
Eventually we became good friends again, but I didn't ask her to senior prom and it broke her heart. I felt validated when she showed up to the prom drunk and bragging about how she fucked a quarterback, though.
We were back and forth a lot through the rest of our senior year and the summer before college. We made up over the prom stuff. I remember taking her out on dates, but she would be snotty, and then her friends would tell me she cried about how much she loved me. We had a weird thing going. We even hung out alone in a room together on our senior field trip, but ended up just having a gay ass pillow fight and cuddling. I may have gotten a feel of her boob, but that was it.
She eventually came to my house like the week before college and we could have fucked then and there. My parents weren't around and she was physically in my bed, clothed, but spread eagle and pawing at me. I decided not to do it in the last moment and that was kind of it for us. I saw her again during my second year at college, but she pretty much told me she was done with the games.
I was angry with myself for years after that. Really held that grudge for a long while.
Now I could care less, married and a new baby. But funny how I could have been a Jewish girl's husband. I really wanted it.
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