I can't talk to anyone about this, any help appreciated.
I'd rather not be a complete burden so post your own stuff you think no one will read, I'll read it, I want to help.
TL:DR below
>be me
>18
>5/10 virgin metalhead
>medium uni in medium town
>2 weeks ago
>best mate invites me to college event at his bigger better uni in a bigger better city
>I agree
>excited to see him, afraid that we'd drift apart after school
>have fun on pub crawl with him and other close friend
>he says I should stay an extra night for 2nd college party
College basically means frat in Aus
>I agree
>go to bar
>we're early
>get a drink and wait for other college people to show up
>friend is pressuring me to speak to girls, knows I'm shit at it
"come on anon, the girls are having a competition…"
>no from me
>friend explains rules
kiss a college guy: 5 points
kiss non college guy: 20 points
have sex with non-college guy: 100 points
>laugh it off
>we have a few more drinks, shooting the shit
>forget about competition
>people start showing up
>30-50 college kids
>I start entering my shell, only talking to friend
>friend goes off for next round
>fuck
>sitting alone feeling self conscious and half buzzed
>8/10 college cutie makes eye contact
>starts walking over to me
>introduces herself
"Hi, I'm Blah"
>clumsily introduce myself
"Nice to meet you anon, can I sit down?"
"yea sure"
>I'm immediately suspicious and was a bit short with her
"yep" "sure" "ok"
>she initiates conversations
"Wow I love your shirt, What's Bathory?"
>tell her
>miraculously she seems interested in black metal
>I ease up and we start chatting
>she's laughing at my jokes
>touching my arm
>looking into my eyes
>compliments me on my hair
>friend drops off my drink and leaves, good bloke
>I feel happy
>8/10 seems interested and cool
>talk for about 30 mins
>still can't believe she's talking to me
>slight lull in conversation
>blah looks at me, seems a bit nervous
"Anon, you seem cool. Can I ask you something?"
"yea sure"
"so there's this competition…"
>heart sinks into the fucking floor
>mystery solved
"do you reckon we could make out for a bit and I film it?"
>feel stupid and emotional
"uhh I'm not sure Blah, I'm not really into that"
>only kissed two girls before, was blind drunk both times
"Its ok, just for a bit."
>loads of people around
>max anxiety
"I don't know"
>she leans in close
"just relax"
>she starts kissing me
>everyone watching
>someone wooing
>I freak out and lean away
"S-sorry Blah I can't"
>she looks hurt
>I go off and hide in the bathrooms crying for 10 minutes
why am I sad?
>compose myself
>walk back to table
>she's gone
>friend asked what happened
>tell him
>he can't understand why I'm such a sperg but is cool and doesn't pry
>we don's talk about it
>I spend the next hour feeling like shit and avoiding Blah like the plague
>She approaches me and apologises
"That's fine blah"
>I ask her why me?
"I thought you were hot anon"
>I can tell she's lying
>Sad mid range guy
>looked like an easy target
"ok"
>see her hooking up with other guys for the next hour
>Leave with friend
>he doesn't get why I'm sad
>ride bus back in silence
>go home next morning.
>ffw to now
>feel like shit
TL:DR
>8/10 wanted to kiss me for dumb college competition
>I pussied out and feel really emotional about it
Why do I get so fucking randomly emotional about this shit? I'm usually completely indifferent with my failures with women.
Why does this one feels so shit?
What's wrong with me?