I'm just not one for relationships anymore I suppose. The first woman I ever truly was serious for was killed by stray gunfire when I was 15 and she was 17, We practically grew up together. It was like one of those childhood-friend tropes and we had already been physically intimate for years by then. We started young. We had been official (if you call it that) for almost 5 years by the time she passed.) After that, to be honest, after her, I've attracted nothing but what I would describe as the closest thing to living/breathing yandere's. I've given the story of one of these situations on another thread here. One confessed to me, and then she tried to bring in a second girl that was a friend of hers after we had been together for 2 years who also loved me. I'm all about monogamy but I decided to give it a shot since they were insisting and both were hot as hell. Welp, they eventually grew jealous of eachother and knives were pointed at eachother, and then eventually me, and well you can imagine how that ended. I had to take a frying pan to one of them when she tried to knife me after I failed to give her the answer she wanted. Both wanted me to drop the other, and were upset when I didn't choose immediately. I was just so unamused by it all since none of this "threesome" crap had even been my idea. She had a bowie knife peeps. A fricking bowie knife. Literally. One of those two committed suicide not long after I broke it off with both, and the other moved back to Europe where she originally came from.
The only other woman I've dated since was this girl who spoke broken English, she was half Dominican half Honduran. In NYC English is the official language obviously but its nothing special to go into certain neighborhoods and interact with dozens of people who can barely string along a full sentence in proper English. She was coherent enough, and I've grown very flexible with nearly any type of accent due to my upbringing that I can figure out what she was saying with little trouble. Anyway, she pursued me, and we lasted about a year and a half. It ended when she confused a female friend of mine for a "spring fling" as she called it, and tried to shoot her dead during an argument at a block party. Needless to say, I dropped her and had to practically beg my female friend to forgive me.
At any rate, I've never confessed to anyone. I've always been confessed to. I haven't dated in over 4 years now, and seeing as I'm in my late 20's, find myself in no hurry to do so again. In fact, I'm kind of paranoid about doing so. I attract crazy. Literally. Plus, no one has ever really replaced my first.