My first girlfriend that year was the team captain of the girls basket ball team, it took a few days but I waited for an opportunity when we were both alone on the court then I made my move. I went into kiss her, and when she didn't push me back or pull away herself I sealed the deal but about a month after we started dating, she suddenly broke up with me. I thought we had a great time together, then again it's not uncommon for high school love affairs to be short and sweet. I asked her why she broke up with me but she just kept on saying she didn't want to see me anymore and I didn't get a reason out of her, it was a bit of a blow but I recovered.
After a few days I started chasing after another girl. What really troubled me though was what happened afterwards. I dated three more girls, but one after another they'd say they wanted to break up. I didn't think I was the nicest of guys but I certainly wasn't that bad. Either way, all three of them broke up with me less than a week of going out, and let me tell you when that shit happens to you, you can't help but feel slightly depressed. If they had just rejected me when I asked them out that would've been fine but the fact they broke up with me after such a short time implied I had some severe defect I wasn't aware of.
My confidence was already in tatters by mid point of the first semester that was the state I was in when Rin asked me out, like I said she wasn't my type, but I was so desperate I immediately accepted. I heard later from my friend who was with me when I said okay Rin had smiled in a really crooked way. I still think back to it now, if only I hadn't accepted.
