At uni, rather unoriginally...
Early 90's. A classic 'don't shit on your own doorstop' morality tale. It was the last week before end of first year exams, hormones over-ran myself and one my flat-mates who'd fancied each other for pretty much the whole year, but both done a very good job of hiding it up until that point.

I don't know quite what went wrong, but it turned out to be the least sexual moment of my life, and the girl involved tried to commit suicide the next day so I don't think she enjoyed it either. Anyway, after a few weeks of getting stoned and drinking vodka in lieu of eating and sleeping I mysteriously failed my course and dropped out of uni.


Sorry to be so morbid. The whole experience gave me the strength to help my current partner through some tough times though so it's not all bad - turns out to be one of those 'everything happens for a reason' tales too.
(TommyTheMuff is a new dad and luvvin it, Fri 4 Mar 2005, 3:18, Reply)