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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How on earth...?My mate's mum ran a horse riding holiday school and each week she'd have ten new nubile young girls with strong thighs visiting - away from their parents for the first time that summer. How could I not lose my virginity? We planned a secret woodland camping adventure over the course of a week - although we still managed to end up with four boys and only three equestrian beauties. But luckily one of them took a shine to me - and to my surprise she was quite fit. Brilliant. Much alcohol was consumed and soon we found ourselves making our way into the tent. And this, dear reader, is the where the lesson begins. Never pitch your tent on an incline. We ended up fumbling frantically in the dark but with our feet slightly higher than our head and that, combined with the bottle of vodka, was our undoing. I managed to make it to second base but that was as far as it went. Soon she was chucking up her guts outside the tent and it wasn't for another couple of years until I managed to say I had truly become a man.
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caldini Have you seen my polar bear?, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 23:41,
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