Antiparos
I've been wracking my brains trying to think what my true answer to this would be (there is, after all, the time I set fire to myself..) and it's just come to me in a life-flashing-before-your-eyes sort of way.

About 15 years ago I went to 'do' the Greek islands with my mate, but was fortunate enough to get talking to a beautiful girl by the luggage carousel in Athens airport, and she chose to tag along with us. By the end of the first night it was obvious that we would be together for a while (which we were). Dave, my mate at the time (last seen doing 'the knowledge' in '98, bless him) put up with this pretty well and we all had a good laugh travelling together.

A few days later she had some friends she wanted to meet on Antiparos, and we were staying on neighbouring Paros. So we got the boat over one morning and met them all. After a while Zoe (for that was her name) suggested that we took a long walk hand in hand round the bay. Lovely.

So about 40 minutes later, we got to the other side of the bay (you know what a bay looks like, but for the hard-of-imagined, think of it shaped like a crescent). Spent some tender moments together, then she suggests that insteading of walking back to the others at the beginning of the bay, we take the direct 'crows fly' route and swim back across, saving precious holiday time.

I am not a good swimmer, and vast expanses of water are my personal 'thing',
but the sex had been so good I really couldn't say to her at that point 'Er, no, you carry on love, I'll find a taxi' without having to take a massive hit in the manliness stakes.

Seriously, I have trouble having a bath.

So we both dived in. My first mistake was being too energetic with a front crawl meant to impress (imagine Ian Curtis without his meds in a municipal pool) but I soon tired of this. Peeking up out of the water for the first time since the dive in, I realised that the net distance of about 20m had taken a minute, and there was still a long way to go. Some nice easy breaststroke (fnarr) for a bit, and there's some progress made, and we get to the midway point, at which point all my energy has gone, coupled with a slight current pulling us off course thats not helping either. I flipped on my back and started sculling just to conserve energy, but panic had started to set in a little bit, and there was no touching the bottom of the seabed. I tried vey hard to keep cool, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit it showed that I was cacking it.

I think I can safely say that's the only time my life has really ever flashed in front of my eyes. Of course I made it back in the end, half dead, snot over my face, and then threw up in front of her and her mates on the beach.

Still we were together four years after that, so it wasn't all bad.

_{(Click if you'd like to hear how randomly I set myself on fire....)}
( DeadEyeDick, Thu 19 Aug 2010, 22:15, 5 replies)

Does that mean you lost control?

(Vigilante Man weeps because you're stupid., Thu 19 Aug 2010, 22:43, closed)

again.

( DeadEyeDick, Thu 19 Aug 2010, 22:48, closed)

Nice story and I would have clicked
had you not whored yourself for said click.
(TheColonel, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 10:37, closed)

I've been to Paros
and AntiParos. Are you fucking crazy?
Click anyway..
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sun 22 Aug 2010, 17:59, closed)

I clicked hoping to see the story in the reply.

But since its not here, I feel cheated.

*click*
(Rogerthepussy, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 15:20, closed)

Fixed! See latest post....

( DeadEyeDick, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 17:12, closed)