Suppose technically it was at my first uni at the age of 18.
I was sober (a rarity) and my first real girlfriend came back from some wine-tasting night (she was posh) absolutely twisted. She proceeded to turn me into a man. One hell of a relief, but I was completely useless. (There was the immortal exchange “Have you come yet?” “No, have you?” which still makes me wince…)

Despite going on to shag like rabbits for a few months then carrying on with another bird for 3 YEARS shortly after, both of them were quite “caring/sharing” relationships so I reckon my V plates really went a few years ago in the first year of my postgrad studies. I’d started doing a hell of a lot of exercise (in hindsight, definitely as a result of not getting any bedroom gymnastics) and met a friend of a friend from the course I was on. We were on different peripheries of the group each time we saw each other and there was no real chemistry, but one night after a lot of booze we ended up in my single bed. It was fantastic. We did pretty much everything. The two of us were just up for uncomplicated hardcore sex without any strings attached. My newly-found fitness came in handy and we got through all but 2 of a 12 pack of Durex. She was cool. Yey for uncomplicated birds.

I apologised that night and her response was "You're not THAT big..." :(
(Garnett, Wed 9 Mar 2005, 15:38, Reply)