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CactusZack tells us: "I stopped dating a girl AFTER she got breast implants. For what reason I do not know, and I still kick myself for this." Tell us about inexplicable decisions that still haunt you.

(, Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:58)
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Not your typical I didn't shag someone story
Sorry about the length, skip to the end for the digested read:

So wavy lines and all, 5 years or so ago I was travelling on my own through Thailand, I started in Bangkok and after a few miserable lonely days there I hopped on a train to Chaing Mai, this is about 16 hours long and provides beds, food and beer. Where I finally met some people, A slightly mental Brummie (he's another story), a fit, American girl and a hideous, ginger, Aussie Sheila. So after staying up drinking with the 2 ladies who were sort of travelling together, the Thai train attendants turned our seats into beds. We carried on drinking I carried on being charming until everyone was ready for bed.

So guess which one crawled into my bed minutes after I had got in myself. Nope it wasn't the attractive, funny, smart septic, it was the Aussie.

"What you doing?" She grunted.
"Nothing just looking at the stars watching the jungle go by, but it's making me tired, but I can't sleep because I'm missing my girlfriend." Trying to sound as disinterested and tired as possible.
"Yeah, it's really romantic" She said grabbing my hand, obviously grasping subtle hints not being one of her strong points."I really like holding hands," she whispered into my ear "What do you like?"
I looked at her and said "Blowjobs!"

I don't know why I thought that would turn her off, in my drunken state I had already lied about having a girlfriend back in England, I didn't want to tell one of the first people to be friendly to me in days to fuck off, but I thought that something so crass like that would make her think twice and bugger off.

It didn't within seconds she hand her hands in my pants and was swinging her pendulous udders in my face. Everytime she tried to kiss me I kept on repeating "I have a girlfriend it would feel like cheating if we kissed but you know, that's not cheating" and I would sort of encourage her head down again. I didn't really want to kiss her, and even less so after her mouth had been round my cock, but I was drunk and getting really horny and turned off in equal measures, so finishing seemed like a pipe dream. Eventually after spurning her attempts at kissing one time to many she gave up, went to her bunk, I had a posh wank and tossed it out into the Thai countryside (sorry Thailand).

The next morning I wake up complete with massive hangover and sense of shame and meet her again and her son, she was travelling with her six year old son, who was sleeping a couple of feet away while she was licking my love pump the night before, she probably kissed him goodnight with the taste of my cock still on her lips. That made me feel like a bigger twat than before.

Unable to look her in the eye, and any attempts to talk to the American girl were swiftly blocked by the territorial antipodean. In the end I ended up befriending her son, who was cool. We stayed travelling together for a few more days, it was hard to say no, and I continued to spurn her advances.

As we approached our final night together, I had mentioned that I was going to be in Melbourne around Christmas time, so she invited me to her house for Christmas. I instinctively wanted to say no, but I had actually become quite close to her son, and he was clearly lacking a father figure, and it broke my heart to say no to him. So I promised him I would visit him.

So fast forward a few months and I visited their home in the Aussie sticks, where possum hunting was rife, and hygiene still a myth. After meeting her racist, but welcoming family and seeing her son turn into a spoilt little brat, by the third night in a row of having been woken up in the middle of the night by her, scantily clad prodding me with her finger and wanting to "talk", I found myself thinking "What was I thinking?" I was trapped with these bogans, with no way back to civilisation without their assistance. I felt like I was being held hostage there until I agreed to marry her. After 5 days of this hell, I was finally taken back to Melbourne, all limbs in tact and no physical only mental scarring.

I do feel bad writing this, because they did welcome me into their home, cook for me and look after me, they weren't all bad, but it really was an unpleasant experience and one that I should have seen coming, but I thought Christmas with a family would have been better than sitting on my own in a hostel feeling homesick. I was wrong.

Summary: Women throws herself at me I don't have sex with her I didn't regret it.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 14:57, 4 replies)
what were you thinking? At multiple points in the story... and why the hell did you mentioned you'd be in Melbourne?
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 16:26, closed)
^ this, what the fuck were you thinking
A shag's a shag. I regret every time I DIDN'T have sex with someone. I've only ever turned sex down since I've been married and I wonder why. I know it's the right thing to do but a part of me is facepalming hard.
(, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 18:41, closed)
I have history of turning down sex
I don't know why I do it, I've even had the condom on once ready to get stuck in and then decided it would be a bad idea and stopped it. The one in the story though was a special case, apart from being ginger and overweight and having questionable hygiene she was also quite weird, I don't think I could have coped with her gurning away on top of me, I can't imagine from behind would have provided a much better view.
(, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 8:00, closed)
I had probably said something when I first met her
It normally comes up when travellers meet, where ya bin, where ya goin' etc...

Even though I said I would go, I wasn't really expecting to go, but I was staying in a big soulless hostel in Melbourne where the guy sleeping in the bunk below me was giving me motion sickness with his constant shagging. It being Christmas and all I was a little homesick.
(, Thu 30 Sep 2010, 7:56, closed)

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