1st year at Uni
I was always trying to be the gentleman and not take advantage of girls. This led to me being a bit of a late starter with ladies and some people decided I was gay because I had refused a few girls "on principle". Anyway one girl, who was a bit of a rock chick but so very very fine was Melanie. We were out with the guys in our year one night, we got pissed, she wanted to go and I offered to walk her being a rugby bloke and not scared of chavs. Oh and a chivalrous twat. We got to the steps and she asked me inside for a coffee... I said no. WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT. I really fancied her and in the bar she was sitting almost on my lap, with her hand on my knee and I was as randy as hell. What a fool. I tried asking her out the following week and she had already been asked out by another guy in my year and said yes to him.

Very shortly after that I learned the valuable lesson about being a bit more aware of what women were *actually* saying (subtlty was never my strong point), and never passing up an opportunity. So followed a six-month purple patch of what seemed like constant shagging of random burds picked up in nightclubs. So in a way, I had a regret that turned into something I clearly don't regret! So not sure how to finish this one off...

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( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 16:16, Reply)