Second biggest regret..
Biggest sexual regret was posted earlier "Why I hate the Bee Gees".

As a 22 year old I went to the fair Greek isle of Spetses with two mates of mine. We went with a company called Twentys which was like an upmarket version of Club 18-30, or Club Aids 'n' Herpes as it was known. We were in a hotel with 40 others, of which 5 were male, two of those being gay.

We ignored the obvious charms of the 2 cock teasing catwlk models who would drape themselves over lads until they got a free drink. Instead we hooked up with 4 ex-Catholic High School girls from a rougharsed area of South London. They were a great bunch, all good fun and very bright , with varying degrees of beauty.

Most nights I would end up chatting with M (for that was her first initial)who was the least attractive of the 4 but the most fun. Afetr a few nights we had a night to ourselves drinking cocktails overlooking the sea and a glorious sunset.

Our romantic night together was interrupted when her friend burst into the bar the seek refuge from some Greek blokes who were pestering her. For her protection I had to pretend to be with this other girl, Frances, to deter the Greek lads from bothering her. This entailed me sitting next to Frances all night with my arm round her, holding hands etc. Eventually the Greeks lose interest and sod off. M and I walk Frances back to the hotel and she thanks me profusely (this isn't turning into a failed threesome)

Frances decides to call it a night so M says "Shall we go for a quiet walk on the beach" I am now heroic and gallant in her eyes for protecting her mate. We walk on the beach but within 10 yards we are out of sight behind a sand dune snogging. After much foreplay the time was right to mount up. Here I was on a beach with a naked girl, about to enjoy the delights of the lesser spotted ginger minge for the first time. I exhaled and just said "Oh Frances". Ooops.

Immediately I realised what I'd done and apologised as she ran off the beach, knickers in hand. She avoided me for the next few days then all of a sudden it was the last night and the leavers disco. Towards the end of the night she came over smiling and we kissed and made up. We both laughed about it and we had a slow dance.

What was the song we danced to? Well it was 1984 so appropriately enough it was George Michael ......."Careless Whisper".

To this day I have not and now never will experience the delights of the ginger minge.
(Barnetboy, Fri 9 Dec 2011, 16:38, Reply)