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When 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?

(, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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I'd just turned 15, and...
I'd managed to sneak myself into a bar in town one night where I met this rather gorgeous bit of totty, myself under the guise of an 18 year old student. anyways, by the end of the night i'd been invited back to hers for more drinking, and where I was very much expecting to pop the proverbial cherry.
Nope.
I got there, sat down with a glass of some concoction of spirits, and waited while she fiddled about in the bedroom. Then when she came out practically naked, I decided that I was suddenly all too tired to be in this situation. So with the most vague excuses I could think of, I left, my shiny pants throbbing in complaint. I remember the taxi driver on the way home quite rightly laughing at me too, the bastard.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 22:10, closed)

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