I have a nasty habit of accidentally passing up opportunities.
By that I mean I regularly look back on things and think "Oooohhhhhh... crap. That's what I should have done". It's best highlighted by how utterly atrocious I was at wooing the opposite sex at University.

- Cue wavy lines -

2003. I was in my first year of University - a beautiful little place in a town called Egham, and at the time held the accolade for supposedly hosting 75% female students. Having only had the odd kiss and fumble with girls at School, it was like a whole other world - Union nights in particular were an astonishing sight to behold. Manys tight dress, such flesh, wow, and all that.

And of course, there was "Jess". (Name changed, to protect... well, her dignity rather than anything else).

Jess was stunning. Tall, slim, funny, a remarkably sexy american accent (okay, I'm odd like that) - she even seemed genuinely interested in our geeky nights of staying in playing Street Fighter or watching Anime. It's fair to say I was utterly smitten. However, my former shy and retiring self believed staunchly that she was totally and utterly out of my league. Looking back now, if I had a chance to tell my younger self one thing, it would be a rabid scream of "MY GOD SHE WANTS YOU, YOU GOON"...

The first "Blown Opportunity" was after a particularly drunken night out, we ended up back at my room, with a few friends. As everyone else seemed to retire to their own beds and halls of residence, it ended up with just me and Jess. As soon as I had closed the door from my best friend leaving, I saw jess removing her hoodie, clambering on to my bed, patting next to her, with beckoning eyes, asking "So, looks like we're all alone now... but I'm not tired. What should we do?". I swear it's not just my rose-tinted memory - she actually gave a proper full-on hollywood style wink. Thinking "Don't overevaluate it - she's definitely not in to you", I said "I know!" and put on a DVD.

A DVD of Fight Club. Sodding Fight Club. And then sat on the bed next to her, half lusting over her, half wondering why she suddenly seemed so quiet and upset.

Fast forward another couple of weeks - it was the regular "Sexual Health Week", culminating in an event in the Union where they practically threw buckets of prophylactics over the ebbing crowd. My friends and I were there of course - and that meant Jess was there too. The whole night I had been "dancing" with her (for that, read "standing around like a roman column in an earthquake, while she gyrated slowly in front"), trying not to feel guilty for sneaking peeks at her overly revealing top. Come leaving time, she turned to me and while holding a fistful of the free condoms littering the event, said, and I quote verbatim - "Wanna help me put these to good use?". "You're reading into this" said my inner-self, the cretin that it is. "She clearly has other stuff in mind - don't be creepy towards her". So, trying to act all cool, I responded with the idea "Yeah! Let's wrap everything in [best friend]'s room in them! Best prank ever!". At this point, she suddenly became inexplicably tired and wandered home.

The worst though was still to come. A few weeks after that, we were yet again out in the union - this time for a pub quiz, and were all really quite tipsy. What should have tipped me off was when she explained "Hey - let me crash at yours - I can't walk all the way home", even though her place was considerably closer than my halls of residence. So, off we trudged, along the way holding hands. "No, she's just doing it because she's a good friend" told my moron inner-self, yet again. Once we got back, we chatted for a bit, and decided it was time for bed. "Do you need anything to wear?" I asked. She replied - I kid you not - "No, that's okay, I don't wear anything in bed", and proceeded to disrobe. Catching a glimpse at what she was doing, I turned my back to give her some dignity, and turned back as I heard her getting into my single bed.

"Oh, there's not much room in here..." she purred. Of course, my ludicrously shy brain took over at this point yet again. "Oh, that's okay, I can sleep on the floor - you have the bed, you're the guest!" (All the while with my much frustrated other inner self screaming "FOR GODS SAKE! PROCREATION! INTIMACY! COITUS! WHY U NO?!", but being drowned out by my self-annihilative qualities. "Oh, no, it's fine - I insist, I won't have you sleeping on the floor!" she said, pulling the covers up to indicate I should just sodding well get in.

Did I get in? Nope.

For some reason, my inner mind told me "Ahh, this is clearly a test, to see if I respect her. If I do the gentlemanly thing here, she'll clearly want me to be her boyfriend!". So, I pulled two wheely desk chairs together, facing one another, draped a blanket over them, and used them as the worst bed conceivable. I stayed awake that entire night, not for the thoughts swimming through my mind, but for the sheer terror of falling to the floor, lest I fail to keep the chairs together.


TL;DR - A girl I was totally smitten with literally got into my bed totally naked, invited me in, and I was so shy I slept on two Staples-brand office chairs.

Apologies for length? I never got the chance to, unfortunately.
(Ant Marching And for my next trick... GWARGGHHGWWGGGH!, Wed 9 Apr 2014, 20:43, 15 replies)

This is a great story and you should have posted it days ago

(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Wed 9 Apr 2014, 21:01, closed)

^ autistivirgin ^

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Wed 9 Apr 2014, 22:47, closed)

Why don't people just put the tl;dr version on and save me minutes on my fucking life?
Especially when their diction is dull and their tale is made up.
( GeordieJay Bummers are deaf, Wed 9 Apr 2014, 23:26, closed)

Arf. :D

( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Thu 10 Apr 2014, 6:58, closed)

If it's real, you're an ass, if it's made up, you're an asshole
that it all.
( Another_tragic_case wished he hadn't eaten all the cake, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 7:42, closed)

do people like this actually exist?
I mean ... obviously they never go out so you'd never see them ... but if they did, would they genuinely dribble on and on like this saying absolutely nothing? Christ. What a life.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 8:06, closed)

Have you considered monasticism?

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 8:41, closed)

hehe
If it was up to you the human race would be doomed! DOOOMED!
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 9:09, closed)

www.b3ta.com/questions/blownopportunities/post2253948
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 9:17, closed)

So when did you realise you were gay?

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 10:16, closed)

I thought the same thing
I'm surprised she tried a third time, 99% of women would have assumed you batted for the other side after the first, or at most the second time you did it.
(username failed moderation, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 11:32, closed)

Wait, is this a real story?
I assumed it was a piss-take after I'd failed to work out what pun was in "two Staples-brand office chairs"
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 13:38, closed)

Haha, sounds exactly like me in my teens and early twenties.
The problem with crippling anxiety and shyness is the girl never realises, and thinks there's something wrong with them, making them feel anxious and shy. It's all very sad. I'd hate to be young again.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 12:15, closed)

You two were cripplingly shy, yet women were literally throwing themselves at you?
Yeah, that sounds hellish.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 10 Apr 2014, 12:35, closed)