Not Losing Your VirginityThink 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.
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chthonic, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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sigh.At a post GCSE party at a mates house. My girlfriend and I went for a wander upstairs on her suggestion (hadn't twigged at this point), we accidentally walked in on her best mate in a compromising position in the only free room we could find. After making our apologies she got a bit frisky on the landing before we headed back down (penny still not dropped). Half an hour late when aforementioned mates reappeared and she suggested we go upstairs I said "Nah, I'm OK where I am, thanks, and continued drinking".
Six years later I realised, and eleven years after the event I'm waiting for someone to invent a time machine so I can go back and prevent said travesty occurring.
Laura, if you're out there. I'm more sorry than you know for being dim-witted and generally having very little of any interest to say for myself.
About a year after that I dropped who was probably the fittest bird I've ever been with in order to pursue a bird that was slightly unbalance but 'a dead cert' and promised to take my virginity away. It wasn't worth it. So, Racheal, sorry about that one. You had the most fantastic pair of norks I've ever seen. A year or two later I managed to compound this error by attempting to balance a relationship with a Russian bird while going back home to nob the aforementioned unstable ex. This ended with me being punched in the face on a rainy night in Middlesborough by a raging Russian bird.
...I'm married now. All this shouldn't matter...
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:55, Reply)
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