I don't know
What is it do you think? Is it that when a young man is in love, his happiness and self-confidence makes him more attractive to other women?

I’ve not performed the beast with two backs (two heads, four legs and arms and a conjoined set of sexual organs) with that many women, and I’ve certainly never had to bat them off with a fly swat, exept when I was twenty-one. In that year, I turned down three offers of sex from more than averagly attractive women, and all within weeks of having met the girl of my dreams (versions I & II).

Just twenty-one, lean and tanned, on Naxos; I’d just waved good-bye to the girl-of-my-dreams v1, when I was approached (that evening) by a pair of lovely Scottish nurses. One of them was so clearly smitten with me it was embarrasing (not for me, just everyone else). She even listened to me going on about the girl that had gone…what a knob I was. Why do I regret this? Because a couple of weeks later, I had no hesitation in having a one night stand (on a ferry) with a German girl – which I most certainly don’t regret.

The next time was 9 months later, shortly after meeting Xena – who would become Mrs Grimsdale. I’d been mildly flirting with the Canadian cousin of a good friend for a few weeks, but I had to put a stop to that when she started to get more obvious – at my 22nd birthday party. Shame really, because she was a big girl, and very pretty and I would have dearly loved to get acquained with her simply massive boobs, but it wasn’t to be. One week later, at my brother’s flat, I was introduced to a friend of his girlfriend. Very attractive, probably mid-twenties, slim and blonde. We all four spent the night playing cards (while I pined for Xena), and there were forfeits in the form Tequila…fast forward a couple of hours and I was lying on the floor like a semi-deflated blow-up mong doll, with this girl lying next to me, whispering in my ear “Che, I want to make love to you.” I was so very drunk that I can’t quite remember what happened, but I’m fairly sure we were both down to our undies…

…next thing I knew I was kneeling in the toilet with liquid/semi-liquid gushing from every orifice. So, regrets more about the drinking than anything, because I may well have been tempted to have one last shag before settling down forever with Xena.

That all said, I’ve no regrets about staying faithful to Xena for over 25 years. And it’s not just the (fairly) regular sex either!
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 9 Dec 2011, 13:26, Reply)