Not Losing Your VirginityThink back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
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chthonic, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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nooooo!!I still fear 'The Fish'. A girl of monstrous appearance that relentlessly pursued sexual conquest of my good innocent self. She spat a lot when she talked, and according to local folklore became well lubricated under the influence of arousal. I guess her nick name lends credence to these characteristics.
Thankfully my evasion tactics proved successful and she lost interest (after many, many months).
I have occasionally thought how life would have turned out if a carnal act between her and I were to occur- my conclusion is always, thankfully, "for the worse".
I try to avoid the town where I believe she still pedals her vile appearance upon other poor hapless innocents, consequentially I now live somewhere a lot better, and within walking distance of Glastonbury festival!
Woo!
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 13:03, Reply)
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