I didn't see it coming...
I was 18 in 1994 and living in Bath, desperate to lose my virginity. I met a hippyish older girl in a Bath pub called the Beehive, and we drank scrumpy together. She took me down by the river and we ended up screwing under a tree by Pultney Weir. The people queueing for a nearby club (T's, I think it's called) were all watching. Afterwards she said quite casually that she'd quite like to have some heroin next - thank god I'd used a condom. I felt completely bewildered by the whole experience, not having expected any of it to happen, and I didn't tell anyone because she was so skanky. It was awful, but a relief to have finally got it out of the way.
(xyandz, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 14:07, Reply)