Novel & Cerita Never Had A Girlfriend At 30

I cradled her face in my hands. "Baby, I have another confession. I've never asked anyone to be my girlfriend before. Not really. Not since high school, when I dated a girl for two weeks. We held hands like the teenagers we were. I'm not looking for us to end. I'm crazy about you."

“Okay, I get it. I’m sorry, Rig. I just… no one’s ever talked about a girlfriend—” “Because I don’t have one.” Cara was quiet for a moment, then she gave a small smile. “Never have I ever had a boyfriend,” she offered softly. My chest ached, but I couldn’t meet her eyes. “Me either,” I quipped half-heartedly, trying to get myself to relax. Cara was trying—she was reaching out. I needed to stop looking and sounding like I was about to bite something. So I forced myself to grin. “Maybe if I had, it would have solved a lot of problems.”

Feeling speechless, Ryan reminded Heidi, “Mom, I just turned 26 this year, which is far from 30.” “After you’ve turned 26, you’ll be 27. How far is that?” Heidi said in a huff, “It’s about time you got a girlfriend. You can get married after a few years of being in a relationship.” “Mom, I have no thought of getting married.” Ryan took a mouthful of milk and then continued, “I have no feelings for the women I’ve met.”

"Why don't you try dating a woman? I'm sure there are two or three women who are interested in you." "Bother!" Gavin muttered while smoking his cigarette. The look on his face made it clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with women. "You don't want to have sex with a woman? I'm sure you've slept with a woman or two before-" "No!" "What?" "Never!" "What? Tsk, damn it. You have to be kidding me? How can there be a man who is still a virgin at the age of 30?" "I've just never been attracted to anyone!"

"It indeed wasn't an easy task to raise nine boys but well I guess it got better when we became a teenager. We got more mature and knew not to bother our parents and make them proud of us." "I'm sure your mom is proud of you wherever she is." He grinned and looked down at his plate. "Yeah me too." "So...do you have a girlfriend?." I asked because I have always been curious to know if he was in a relationship or not. I mean I know he once talked about his ex, the one who taught him how to apply makeup but still, he might have gotten himself another girlfriend after her. "Do you seriously think I would be messing around with you if I had one?." He chuckled and shook his head. "I don't have a g

“No. Thank you, I can manage. It’s half the fun!” He smiled and she hid her nervous exhale. “You have a boyfriend?” She chuckled, fighting with her messy meal. “Ha! Um…no. I wouldn’t be here with you!” “I just had to check.” “You have a girlfriend?” He cut into his filet and smiled. “I’ve never had a girlfriend.” Her mouth slackened. “Never?” “Never found someone I felt this way about before now.”

A man like him, with all his confidence and the way he flirted so easily, how could he not have had any? “No,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Never. You’re the first.” I blinked in surprise, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand. “I don’t believe it,” I muttered, pouting like a child. How could he never have had a girlfriend? He was twenty-nine! He was experienced, confident, and older. It didn’t make sense. He frowned, leaning closer. “Why don’t you believe it?” “Because…because you’re already twenty-nine years old! There’s no way you haven’t had any experience. I mean…how could you be so good at flirting if you’ve never been in a relationship before?”

Yet he remained single at 31 because there was always something missing in the women he dated. He had only been in two relationships. He met his first girlfriend in university. He was 20, young and immature. He dated her because she was the prettiest in his university. He had wanted to know what it was like to date the prettiest girl but that only lasted for a year. He could not stand her vanity.

Aside from being handsome and rich, my friend once told me that city guys were also experts in s3x. I was still a virgin at 22, and I was curious. My friend always raved about how good it felt whenever she was with her ex-boyfriend. I wanted to experience it too. And if I could choose someone to be my first, why not this guy? That’s why I was doing my best to catch his attention. Even if he didn’t become my boyfriend, as long as I got to experience it with him, that would be enough. At least I’d have some experience before I got married.

I ask him and he shrugs a little before closing his laptop. “I don’t know honestly, I expected to meet someone by the age of 30, but I didn’t. Never got enough time nor trusted a woman enough to continue dating her. I was thinking I could tell her a few months later that we broke up and now I am not in a state of mind to date anymore.” He says but I just raise my eyebrow. “So you’ve never been in love?” I ask him, not believing that a thirty-two-year-old man like him has never experienced being in love.