My Greatest RegretsWhen I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.
I was too scared of the French girls to go.
What do you regret not doing?
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chthonic, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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My god, you people are cuntsAfter months of openly lusting after the team leader at my call centre, one pissed up Wednesday night (!) he caved in - instead of laughing off my repetitive pleas to come back to mine for a [apeloverage is teh winner - "horizontal team bonding exercise."], he said "OK". I found myself blind drunk, staggering home on pubic transport for some extremely mediocre sex (but sublimely good kissing, which restored my faith in humanity somewhat). The next morning I had to store the sight of his naked body in long-term memory, since I wasn't going to be getting any more of that any time soon. Damn.
That's not the regret, though. The regret is that I let slip that I thought his penis "petite". It wasn't petite, it was perfectly normal. I am a bucket. Tim, if you're reading, I'm so, so sorry.
(, Mon 9 Oct 2006, 8:37, Reply)
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