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Romantic asexual.
It's hard, it's hard being eighteen, being a guy like me. I am expected to be interested in one thing, getting a girl in my bed. I am expected to look at their bodies and not into their eyes. I'm expected to come out with lies, just enough to make them mine. But I can't, and I am looked down on for it and not just by guys. One night stands, and short flings hold no interest for me. I look for beauty not for sex appeal. I look for the one that's right not for the one that will just spend the night. I want the romance and not the sex, I want the girl who will look me in the eyes and say I'll love you till the day I die, without a hint of a lie. Most guys can't begin to understand, girls repeat the same thing, I hope to find a guy who thinks like you, but it would never be I. My hunt for true love curses me to be forever alone, why do girls say they want the guy who is not afraid to cry when it is just a lie. Why do others find sex so important, why do I not? Is there something wrong with me or something with them?
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