Not Losing Your VirginityThink back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
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chthonic, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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signals, what signals?Was rather infatuated with a girl I lived with, but being shy and insecure I didn't do anything about it except flirt and tell her how good she looked whenever I was really drunk.
One night I was lay on one of the two couches in the living room, stoned out of my gourd, and she came in from a night out looking all dishevelled and sexy.
Whilst chatting away as she lay on the other couch, she dropped "I'm dying for a snog" into the conversation. Me, being stoned (and a gormless cunt) didn't see the blatant come on, and said "you could have any bloke you wanted, you could..."
The next morning I punched myself in my stupid fat face. repeatedly.
(, Tue 31 Oct 2006, 1:36, Reply)
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