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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Moderate RegretA very very long story short:
I had been lusting over a guy on the bus for 17 months, over which time I held back any urges to stalk him (and there were some), and simply didn't have to balls to talk to him. Consequently, I only knew his name, and a few little facts about him.
Then, one day, the news reaches me that he's bisexual. Cue heart palpitations. We arrange a date. I hardly eat for three days, and do no work at college.
So, we meet up, go back to my place. My mother had kindly taken the family out to the cinema so we could have an empty house (mum, you're the greatest!). I'm just after a bit of kinky fun, but it soon turns out that he wants proper all-out sex. I freak out a little, and say I'd rather just third-base. So we did.
It turns out he's quite a promiscuous chap in general, and just wants a fuck buddy. He never attempted to make contact again, and I only saw him in passing a couple of times.
I thought I had made the right decision, because the first time's meant to be special, right? Then, I slowly came to the realisation that finally hooking up with someone after 17 months of thinking about them every hour of ever day...is pretty fucking special! What was I expecting? Candles?
I'd love to end this story with "and ten years down the line we're happily together", but it was only eight months ago, and I've been kicking myself about it ever since.
I'm still a spotty virgin, without spots.
Sean, I don't care if you think entirely with your cock. I want you. I no longer live 500 yards from you, but 1,800 miles. Come and find me.
(, Wed 1 Nov 2006, 23:02, Reply)
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