Not Losing Your Virginity
Think back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
Think back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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Lads weekend away
Me and a few friends from school took a nice little weekend up in Blackpool. We were only 16 and very thankful to any of the bouncers that would let us in to their establishments. We came across one club and all stumbled down into the darkness of the nasty little place, thankful for the amount of alcohol we got served. I got absolutely hammered and started dancing with a girl. I was too obliterated to realise that she was about the size of a hippo and I couldn't fit my arms around her as we slow-danced to "the titanic" themetune (quite apt now, thining back). To boot, she was also Scottish and I couldn't understand a word she was saying.
Stumbling out of the club at 2am, she was up for a bit more but I was in no state to oblige and let one of my oh-so-lucky virgin friends do the honours. He dissapeared into the night and I wondered if I should have passed up the oppurtunity to get rid of my V-plates so easily.
The look of shear horror on his face as he turned up in the morning was enough to let me know that I had had a very very lucky escape. Apparently she rode him hard but it was more of a suffocation attempt. He didn't go on the quest to find any other girls for a long time afterwards. Poor poor lad.
After that lucky escape, I was perfectly happy to wait for a couple of more years until i was sober enough to see what the girl looked like!
Apologies for length - I was a bit too pissed at the time.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:11, Reply)
Me and a few friends from school took a nice little weekend up in Blackpool. We were only 16 and very thankful to any of the bouncers that would let us in to their establishments. We came across one club and all stumbled down into the darkness of the nasty little place, thankful for the amount of alcohol we got served. I got absolutely hammered and started dancing with a girl. I was too obliterated to realise that she was about the size of a hippo and I couldn't fit my arms around her as we slow-danced to "the titanic" themetune (quite apt now, thining back). To boot, she was also Scottish and I couldn't understand a word she was saying.
Stumbling out of the club at 2am, she was up for a bit more but I was in no state to oblige and let one of my oh-so-lucky virgin friends do the honours. He dissapeared into the night and I wondered if I should have passed up the oppurtunity to get rid of my V-plates so easily.
The look of shear horror on his face as he turned up in the morning was enough to let me know that I had had a very very lucky escape. Apparently she rode him hard but it was more of a suffocation attempt. He didn't go on the quest to find any other girls for a long time afterwards. Poor poor lad.
After that lucky escape, I was perfectly happy to wait for a couple of more years until i was sober enough to see what the girl looked like!
Apologies for length - I was a bit too pissed at the time.
( , Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:11, Reply)
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