At the suggestion of Leonard D Neubache, observations and experiences of Gammas in the Wild can be placed here.
So, I'll mention I lost my virginity due to a Gamma's social-awkwardness.
Whilst I technically got laid (Penis-In Vagina) at 12, I'd never really counted it as sex, more as in a girl playing doctor with me and leading me astray, and she told me what to do. Her older sister was in the room next door, playing 'Rock Lobster' on her stereo, so it was a weird experience all around.
I might have mentioned my second ever bang ages back on here, but I'll offer greater context here: the Gamma in the story I recently wrote, who tried to buy my girlfriend's bitchy sister's affection with a kitten that croaked was the same guy as in this story:
I was fifteen, and I'd loaned a guitar to Gamma, who was two years older than me and went to a different school, (where he was, no doubt, much less popular than he made out to me). I'd gone over to his house to pick up the guitar only to discover it was the night of his High School Formal - the Aussie Version of Prom.
I was confused because it was only 9 pm, but he said his date was here with him, and that they'd 'gotten bored and left'. I said I could come back and get it later, and he said to come in, since they were just playing computer games anyway.
So I went into his room and there was this older girl lying on his bed, looking bored out of her mind, which he seemed oblivious too. I recognised her from my school, and figured they'd probably met at once of the inter-school dances. Whilst no great beauty, she was better than I expected him to be able to get.
I checked out the guitar and retuned the strings as he kept played his Commodore 64, bizarrely-thinking his ability to get a high score in his game would entertain her. This makes sense now I'm older, based upon Gamma Psych - if he liked computer games, then, obviously, she must like them too.
The girl asked me if I played guitar, which I didn't really, but had worked out the basic I IV V chords enough to be able to play a passable 'Twist and Shout'. This seemed to impress her - she said I should sing and I said I was trying to get a band together - but Gamma got really annoyed and said the music was 'breaking his concentration'.
So, I put the guitar down and lay down next to his girlfriend on the bed and we ended up talking for about five minutes instead, about the cliques in school, about teachers, about what the other kids were probably doing. I could tell this wasn't the night she'd imagined, but I got her laughing and talking enough for a while, until she suddenly went all quiet and big-eyed on me, and kissed me, on the mouth.
I kissed back, as you would. Maybe she was that into me, or maybe this is just how much women hate Gamma Men, but she then ran her hand down my chest and stomach, felt my dick through my jeans, then dropped her head down under the blanket not thirty seconds later.
Meanwhile, Gamma kept talking, not noticing anything was happening, until he finally looked over at me about ten minutes later, bragging about some great success on the game, then couldn't help but awkwardly-notice that her head was no longer above the blanket, and there was a bobbing shape moving up and down right where my crotch was.
He didn't say anything about it, just went back to his game, and tried to carry on the conversation like nothing was happening, leading me to continue my awkward half of the discussion, since my mind was elsewhere. I noticed he didn't dare look in our direction again until I'd grunted a bit and then her head - hairdo askew - was back above the covers.
She left when I did, and we banged a bit later in a children's treehouse in the park not far from his house. Hey, I was fifteen. The damn thing never went down. I'm not sure if she did it out of spite, or actually liked my attempts at being cool, like lighting two cigarettes in my mouth and passing her one, but I got laid that night - she knew what she was doing - thinking two thoughts:
"Huh, that's pretty damn good"
and
"...but it's not good enough to be worth all the bullshit hoops girls want you to jump through"
Having an older sister and hearing her and her friends, I was always suspicious of women's crap, but that was the big change in my behaviour around women. His date obviously talked, because the next week I discovered that all the girls at school were now looking at me very differently, showed a lot more interest in talking to me, and would casually bring up the fact that I'd 'done IT'. Still, I dated Gamma's date for a few months after that, until she went for a guy old enough to drive, which I thought was fair enough, and, I suddenly had a lot more options anyway.
For a long time, I thought Gamma never mentioned the whole affair, but I do have a memory of him crying in front of me and saying "How could she do that to me?"
I remember thinking. "You chose her. How could not realise a girl with crimped hair was a slag?"
I later asked her why she agreed to go out with him to begin with. She told me the story. Rather than a inter-school dance, she met him during school sports, when he was talking about the upcoming formal and, rather than ask her out, the whole thing was Pure Gamma indirectness:
"Yeah the formal's on soon, but I don't really think it'd be cool enough to go to, and I probably left it too late to get a date anyway."
"I'll go," she said, not really knowing what he was like. She later told me he was 'so tall' (6ft3 even then) but it was really a 'Pity Date' and she just wanted to 'rage', (what girls called partying back in the day). "I had no idea he'd have D&D Manuals by his bed and his room would smell like Dutch Salami." (Oddly, she was right: I'd always wondered what THAT smell was).
"Drop him," she said, (slang for don't hang out with him. "He just has no clue about women."
She was right in this regard. Seven years later, he got engaged to the prostitute he lost his virginity with, who then skipped town with his $5000 engagement ring after coming on to my girlfriend in a bathroom of a restaurant. A few years later, I was at a biker rally and, there she was, up on stage stripping, doing the unsexiest faux-lezzo show with an older slag you could imagine. I wrote him a letter saying I'd seen her, and his reply seemed convinced that she'd come back to him when she calmed down.
Welcome to Gamma.
So, I'll mention I lost my virginity due to a Gamma's social-awkwardness.
Whilst I technically got laid (Penis-In Vagina) at 12, I'd never really counted it as sex, more as in a girl playing doctor with me and leading me astray, and she told me what to do. Her older sister was in the room next door, playing 'Rock Lobster' on her stereo, so it was a weird experience all around.
I might have mentioned my second ever bang ages back on here, but I'll offer greater context here: the Gamma in the story I recently wrote, who tried to buy my girlfriend's bitchy sister's affection with a kitten that croaked was the same guy as in this story:
I was fifteen, and I'd loaned a guitar to Gamma, who was two years older than me and went to a different school, (where he was, no doubt, much less popular than he made out to me). I'd gone over to his house to pick up the guitar only to discover it was the night of his High School Formal - the Aussie Version of Prom.
I was confused because it was only 9 pm, but he said his date was here with him, and that they'd 'gotten bored and left'. I said I could come back and get it later, and he said to come in, since they were just playing computer games anyway.
So I went into his room and there was this older girl lying on his bed, looking bored out of her mind, which he seemed oblivious too. I recognised her from my school, and figured they'd probably met at once of the inter-school dances. Whilst no great beauty, she was better than I expected him to be able to get.
I checked out the guitar and retuned the strings as he kept played his Commodore 64, bizarrely-thinking his ability to get a high score in his game would entertain her. This makes sense now I'm older, based upon Gamma Psych - if he liked computer games, then, obviously, she must like them too.
The girl asked me if I played guitar, which I didn't really, but had worked out the basic I IV V chords enough to be able to play a passable 'Twist and Shout'. This seemed to impress her - she said I should sing and I said I was trying to get a band together - but Gamma got really annoyed and said the music was 'breaking his concentration'.
So, I put the guitar down and lay down next to his girlfriend on the bed and we ended up talking for about five minutes instead, about the cliques in school, about teachers, about what the other kids were probably doing. I could tell this wasn't the night she'd imagined, but I got her laughing and talking enough for a while, until she suddenly went all quiet and big-eyed on me, and kissed me, on the mouth.
I kissed back, as you would. Maybe she was that into me, or maybe this is just how much women hate Gamma Men, but she then ran her hand down my chest and stomach, felt my dick through my jeans, then dropped her head down under the blanket not thirty seconds later.
Meanwhile, Gamma kept talking, not noticing anything was happening, until he finally looked over at me about ten minutes later, bragging about some great success on the game, then couldn't help but awkwardly-notice that her head was no longer above the blanket, and there was a bobbing shape moving up and down right where my crotch was.
He didn't say anything about it, just went back to his game, and tried to carry on the conversation like nothing was happening, leading me to continue my awkward half of the discussion, since my mind was elsewhere. I noticed he didn't dare look in our direction again until I'd grunted a bit and then her head - hairdo askew - was back above the covers.
She left when I did, and we banged a bit later in a children's treehouse in the park not far from his house. Hey, I was fifteen. The damn thing never went down. I'm not sure if she did it out of spite, or actually liked my attempts at being cool, like lighting two cigarettes in my mouth and passing her one, but I got laid that night - she knew what she was doing - thinking two thoughts:
"Huh, that's pretty damn good"
and
"...but it's not good enough to be worth all the bullshit hoops girls want you to jump through"
Having an older sister and hearing her and her friends, I was always suspicious of women's crap, but that was the big change in my behaviour around women. His date obviously talked, because the next week I discovered that all the girls at school were now looking at me very differently, showed a lot more interest in talking to me, and would casually bring up the fact that I'd 'done IT'. Still, I dated Gamma's date for a few months after that, until she went for a guy old enough to drive, which I thought was fair enough, and, I suddenly had a lot more options anyway.
For a long time, I thought Gamma never mentioned the whole affair, but I do have a memory of him crying in front of me and saying "How could she do that to me?"
I remember thinking. "You chose her. How could not realise a girl with crimped hair was a slag?"
I later asked her why she agreed to go out with him to begin with. She told me the story. Rather than a inter-school dance, she met him during school sports, when he was talking about the upcoming formal and, rather than ask her out, the whole thing was Pure Gamma indirectness:
"Yeah the formal's on soon, but I don't really think it'd be cool enough to go to, and I probably left it too late to get a date anyway."
"I'll go," she said, not really knowing what he was like. She later told me he was 'so tall' (6ft3 even then) but it was really a 'Pity Date' and she just wanted to 'rage', (what girls called partying back in the day). "I had no idea he'd have D&D Manuals by his bed and his room would smell like Dutch Salami." (Oddly, she was right: I'd always wondered what THAT smell was).
"Drop him," she said, (slang for don't hang out with him. "He just has no clue about women."
She was right in this regard. Seven years later, he got engaged to the prostitute he lost his virginity with, who then skipped town with his $5000 engagement ring after coming on to my girlfriend in a bathroom of a restaurant. A few years later, I was at a biker rally and, there she was, up on stage stripping, doing the unsexiest faux-lezzo show with an older slag you could imagine. I wrote him a letter saying I'd seen her, and his reply seemed convinced that she'd come back to him when she calmed down.
Welcome to Gamma.
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