I was 26 by the time I "lost" mine.
I wanted it to be unique and with someone I cared about.
My only education was movies and anecdotes.
Then I compromised and said just someone I liked and maybe slightly tipsy.
My only education was watching friends succeed messily.
By the end, I just bought a chick a milkshake, hit it then quit it (which I regret, she was a nice person y'know).
My only education was just giving up, being shamed by one girl I nearly got it on with but couldn't get hard, she gave me another chance, couldn't get it up again, and I could see the sexual interest evaporate and her realise that I had just fluked it thanks to some advice from GLL.
Then I did some "redpilled" shit that destroyed not one, not two, but three relationships simultaneously.
My only education was toxic stuff that made it feel impossible to navigate the world while trying to stay balance my quiotic upbringing.
And now I haven't felt the romantic or sexual embrace of a woman for two and a half years. Again.
My only education, nothing. I truly treat women as a person I would chat to day to day, and even if they were to show signs I'm just over the balancing act. You want to fuck or nah? You want to go on a date or nah? You want to gf or nah? Please Christ, lord almighty above, I just want to be hugged with the intimacy that can only occur when someone finds you attractive and you them.
I guess the good thing is that our brains never became addicted, I see the poon hounds my age gagging for even a crumb of pussy, willing to go to almost any length. And it's just so… Why? So much risk, so much hurt for women. The filters and defences which are vital just seem to mean the most mean and ruthless guys force their way through and nothing seems to come about of it.