b3ta.com qotw
You are not logged in. Login or Signup
Home » Question of the Week » My Greatest Regrets » Post 62682 | Search
This is a question My Greatest Regrets

When I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.

I was too scared of the French girls to go.

What do you regret not doing?

(, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
Pages: Latest, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, ... 1

« Go Back

twas only a few weeks ago
I will set the scene, had been at work since 7am on a friday, got home at 5 and went straight out for a night in london "super" club Fabric. Many drinks, pills and spliffs were consumed to some rather hectic dnb. saturday morning roles round and I just wanna get home and try to get some sleep having been up for 24 hours and being a little worse for wear. Chilling outside farringdon tube station with some chums. A couple of nice looking girls sit down next to me on the step as my mate beckons me round the corner for a final joint to make the journey home a little more bearable. Minutes later spliff in hand and said ladies walk past and hop in a cab.

At this point I should point out that one was stunning, everything any right minded 23 year old straight guy would give there left arm for. I mean slim, lovely dark brown hair, great tits, pretty face the complete package. The other was similar looking maybe not quite up to the high standard her mate had set. The only problem that from the clothes the girls were wearing you could tell there was an element of chav about them. Maybe not complete lost causes but enough to question where they had been. i digress.. ah yes right.

As many male b3tans will confirm a night on the little fellas will turned the old chap into, well a very little fella whose performance would be limited at best. Taxi starts to pull away, stops and door opens, the fit one leans out and shouts to me "my mate and I think you're really fit do u wanna come back with us?".
I look up from by drug induced haze and smooth as u like say "nah you're alright ta".
what a numpty. Fitty looks a bit miffed/confused slams the door and taxi drives off. Cue everybody present, including randoms trying to get cabs, laughing their asses off whilst questioning my sanity/sexuality. My justification of lots of pills = small penis syndrom fell on deaf ears, cant see why.

I was kicking myself for weeks and am, justifyably, repeatedly ripped about it by people who wernt even there. Until a mate pointed out they probably wanted me to pay for their taxi home or were going to rob me blind and boot me out at the first set of lights. Sadly I dont think this was the case and I turned down the best opportunity I am ever likely to have for an epic threesome with two attractive nubile females. shit.

no apologies its massive deal with it (its just a shame it wasnt that morning)
(, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 15:08, Reply)

« Go Back

Pages: Latest, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, ... 1