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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Youth orchestra toursYou're probably all groaning at the prospect of another band camp story from me, but never mind.
His name was Matthew. He was beautiful. A year older than me (I was 15), went to a posh school. We got chatting in the bar, I suggested that we "go for a walk", he accepted.
I should add at this point that I wasn't really particularly "interested" in him - the main reason for suggesting our "walk" was so that I could score some more points for the cello section. You see, we had this scoring system ranging from 1-6.
1 - basic snog
2 - snog + grope
3 - same as 2 but with infiltration of brassiere
4 - hand job
5 - blow job
6 - full sex
If you pulled, it was known as "joining the cricket team".
Anyway, according to plan Matthew and I ended up snogging on his bed, and to this day he is the best kisser I've ever had. It was just amazing...we had perfect chemistry. I also started to realise what a nice boy he was, what a good friend, how comfortable I felt with him, what a prize imbecile I'd been not paying him any attention before.
Unfortunately, just as things were getting interesting, Matt's roommate crashed in and passed out on the bed. Bastard. But we got our own backs by painting his nails pink. Ha ha.
The following day of course, I decided that having a boyfriend wasn't the best course of action seeing as I was fifteen and very silly and just wanted to snog as many different boys as possible, so I gave him the cold shoulder. It took a few weeks to get rid of him but finally he got the message and started going out with one of my friends instead.
A few months after that it suddenly hit me what a complete and utter moron I'd been, turning down a boy who was utterly perfect for me in every way. There are so few attractive, stable, suitable men there are out there - and I turned one of them down cos I didn't want to pass up the opportunity for the odd drunken snog outside a pub with some bloke I just met. Mental.
Matthew - if you're reading this, come back for a last jaunt with the EYO cricket team. We've still got four runs to go!
(, Tue 31 Oct 2006, 19:58, Reply)
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