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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TheatreOh my word. I'd forgotten about this.
I was madly deeply in love with her. She was the subject of this tale, though this particular story takes place before the events related in that story.
We were both the artistic type. She was involved in a few school plays, and we had even taken part in a pantomime production for a nearby church together.
As it happens, we were chatting backstage of "Much Ado About Nothing" - I was playing Don Juan, just so that you get the image right.
All of a sudden, she blurts out "fancy coming to the toilets for a quickie." I did. Oh, I so very much did.
The sad part is I have no idea what happened next, but I know I didn't get any. I haven't the foggiest recollection of how I responded but we never really hooked up. Looking back, I too would love a time machine to go back and slap myself into shape. It really scares me that I was just so ineffectual that my mind has either
1. blanked out the horrendous outcome of the proposition
2. treated it as nothing to note, and not bothered to file it in the appropriate manner.
Bah.
(, Tue 31 Oct 2006, 14:22, Reply)
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