I'm 21 years old and I've never kissed a woman

I'm 21 years old and I've never kissed a woman.

Book for this feel?

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None: if you don't lose your virginity by sixteen you are incapable of being a writer.

>if you lose your virginity you are incapable of being a writer.
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I'm 20. I kissed one when I was like 13, but that's it. Should I just kill myslef?

my diary desu

online-literature.com/dostoevsky/4394/

Yeah

>[...] AT THAT TIME I was only twenty-four. My life was even then gloomy, ill- regulated, and as solitary as that of a savage. I made friends with no one and positively avoided talking, and buried myself more and more in my hole. At work in the office I never looked at anyone, and was perfectly well aware that my companions looked upon me, not only as a queer fellow, but even looked upon me—I always fancied this—with a sort of loathing. I sometimes wondered why it was that nobody except me fancied that he was looked upon with aversion?

>One night as I was passing a tavern I saw through a lighted window some gentlemen fighting with billiard cues, and saw one of them thrown out of the window. At other times I should have felt very much disgusted, but I was in such a mood at the time, that I actually envied the gentleman thrown out of the window—and I envied him so much that I even went into the tavern and into the billiard-room. ‘Perhaps,’ I thought, ‘I’ll have a fight, too, and they’ll throw me out of the window.’I was not drunk—but what is one to do—depression will drive a man to such a pitch of hysteria? But nothing happened. It seemed that I was not even equal to being thrown out of the window and I went away without having my fight.An officer put me in my place from the first moment.I was standing by the billiard-table and in my ignorance blocking up the way, and he wanted to pass; he took me by the shoulders and without a word—without a warning or explanation—moved me from where I was standing to an-other spot and passed by as though he had not noticed me.

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Proust.

my first kiss was at 24 but I don't know if it counts because I didn't kiss her back. She just gave me a quick peck on the lips out of nowhere while sitting on my lap.