Getting my way

Her name was Jane Doe. I'd met her months before and we'd become friends. In fact, there was definitely a lot of chemistry between the two of us. So, of course, the day I decided to open up and tell her about my feelings for her I felt for sure things would turn out my way.

Jane was so attractive. Her beautiful brown eyes, her long wavy sun-kissed hair, her luscious red lips, her hour-glass figure, her big perky tits, and her beautifully toned bubble butt were just amazing. My mind would race with fantasies of having sex with her.

I decided to man up and tell her how I felt about her, and hopefully celebrate the relationship later at my place. Things didn't quite go that way. In fact, it turned out to be a complete train wreck. She ended up telling me she felt "flattered, but only saw me as a friend".

There I stood, completely embarrassed for having put myself out there, and for having humiliated myself in front of my friends. Could I have misread all of the signs?

I tried to play it off as she walked away, but as I watched her leave anger and resentment began to course through my veins, and I felt I had to do something about it...