Not having sex
Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
Our pal Freddie Woo says: Climbing into the back seat of the car, she sat on a fortnight-old bag of food shopping I had completely forgotten about. The stench of a bag of bean sprouts popping open is a real passion-killer, I can tell you for nothing. Tell us about the shag you didn't have because you blew it.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 14:01)
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My chance to lose my virginity -- lost.
I was working on a play in California (I was the sound designer and technician) called The Boy Friend. I was in my late 20s and still a virgin. One night, after performance, we all went to a bar and hoisted a few. One of the ladies informed me that she needed a ride home, as she'd left her keys in the car of her boyfriend with whom she'd broken up that evening, and who had given her a lift to the theater.
I drove her home (she lived quite close to where I did) and, facing her locked apartment door, I manfully lifted her sliding glass door off its tracks, and we gained entry to her tiny apartment. I asked if I could use her bathroom, and she pointed to the only other door in the place. I allowed some of the beers to begin their return journey to the sea, opened the door, and her couch had transformed into a bed, and she was lounging upon said bed with somewhat less clothes than she'd been using when I entered the bathroom.
"I think it's time for bed," she said, looking at me a bit dreamily.
I looked at my watch, saw that it was after 1 AM, and, knowing we had a matinee in the morning said something along the lines of, "Oh, my! You're quite right."
About 20 minutes later, I realized the enormity of my error.
She didn't speak to me for the rest of the run of the play.
I felt a right idiot.
(This is my first post, please be gentle.)
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 16:30, 16 replies)
I was working on a play in California (I was the sound designer and technician) called The Boy Friend. I was in my late 20s and still a virgin. One night, after performance, we all went to a bar and hoisted a few. One of the ladies informed me that she needed a ride home, as she'd left her keys in the car of her boyfriend with whom she'd broken up that evening, and who had given her a lift to the theater.
I drove her home (she lived quite close to where I did) and, facing her locked apartment door, I manfully lifted her sliding glass door off its tracks, and we gained entry to her tiny apartment. I asked if I could use her bathroom, and she pointed to the only other door in the place. I allowed some of the beers to begin their return journey to the sea, opened the door, and her couch had transformed into a bed, and she was lounging upon said bed with somewhat less clothes than she'd been using when I entered the bathroom.
"I think it's time for bed," she said, looking at me a bit dreamily.
I looked at my watch, saw that it was after 1 AM, and, knowing we had a matinee in the morning said something along the lines of, "Oh, my! You're quite right."
About 20 minutes later, I realized the enormity of my error.
She didn't speak to me for the rest of the run of the play.
I felt a right idiot.
(This is my first post, please be gentle.)
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 16:30, 16 replies)
Commiserations dude.
I've done similar. It's a surprisingly common error, and when you realise what you've done there is simply no way to explain it to yourself, other than perhaps temporary mental illness.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 16:42, closed)
I've done similar. It's a surprisingly common error, and when you realise what you've done there is simply no way to explain it to yourself, other than perhaps temporary mental illness.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 16:42, closed)
Bah....
At the time I weighed some 240 lbs, and had had about 2 pints of beer. My BAC was probably less than .02
( , Fri 23 May 2014, 5:01, closed)
At the time I weighed some 240 lbs, and had had about 2 pints of beer. My BAC was probably less than .02
( , Fri 23 May 2014, 5:01, closed)
Must be some sort of Derp Guy Syndrome
Brand new to Seattle. Living in a bit seedier area. Getting ready to cross the street. Not sure of the jaywalking laws I ask a young woman if the local constabulary were eager enforcers of that law. She appraised me cooly and stated in a slow drawl "You? No, they'd only hassle you if you look like a troublemaker or are trolling for women. By the way, do you have the time?"
"Oh... Okay. 9:30. Thanks" says I, receiving a wan smile, as I look both ways and cross over. And about a hundred yards down the strand, the light turned on.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 19:05, closed)
Brand new to Seattle. Living in a bit seedier area. Getting ready to cross the street. Not sure of the jaywalking laws I ask a young woman if the local constabulary were eager enforcers of that law. She appraised me cooly and stated in a slow drawl "You? No, they'd only hassle you if you look like a troublemaker or are trolling for women. By the way, do you have the time?"
"Oh... Okay. 9:30. Thanks" says I, receiving a wan smile, as I look both ways and cross over. And about a hundred yards down the strand, the light turned on.
( , Thu 22 May 2014, 19:05, closed)
You should play it off as you being chivalrous and respectful, I mean, you'd have been complicit in making her seem a bit of a slag for getting off with you the same day as she split from her ex.
As you were a virgin, this may have seemed logical.
( , Fri 23 May 2014, 11:11, closed)
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