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When I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.

I was too scared of the French girls to go.

What do you regret not doing?

(, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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Not going away for Uni
I failed one of my A levels - politics - taught at the local boys school and I was only interested in them and not the lessons...Had a place at Brunel - more men than women - wooohoo! But sadly it was to study..politics...So, took a year out and discovered more local men to practice on. Decided to re-apply to Uni to do something else but because of my boyfriend at the time I stayed in my home town....we split up in my first term there...and to make matters worse the college I was at had a male to female ratio of about 1:1000.....and I'd just come out of an all girls convent school - I wanted MEN!!!!
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 16:02, Reply)
If i could do it all over again,
We all make mistakes. Most we have to live with. We can not change the past. What's done is done. Barely a day goes by that I do not regret my actions.
I caused her so much hurt, so much pain, so much suffering.....

And I didn’t even video it. Whacking off to poor quality photos taken in a dimly lit, damp basement is just not the same. I should never have used one of the desposible cameras. The flash was shit.

But hey, you live and learn. Well, maybe not “live”, but she learned that anyone can dress up and pretend to be a priest. You would have thought a blind kid would not have been so trusting.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 15:05, Reply)
The one and only regret i have
Is not investing in that 'idea' when i was 22 - The rest of the investee's have made a fucking obscene amount of money - not that im bitter.

I have been knobbing one of the investee's wives for several years...

Not sure that makes up for it...
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:42, Reply)
Not trying to stop the two amazingly hot women in their blue 107 on sunday
Picture this:

Mate and I are returning from weekend in leeds with another couple of mates, beer flowed like water out of a tap and we had a solid weekend.

Driving down the M1 somewhat tired from our antics, we spy a couple of drop dead gorgeous girls in a 107.

Play cat and mouse all the way down the motorway, (involving them disappearing at a junction only to rejoin and think they have lost us... oh no, we were sat in front of a big lorry ready to pounce as the came past! as well as an interesting lane change manouever resulting in much swearing)

Why oh why did we leave the motorway and go home at Nottingham? Im sure we could have convinced them to stop at the next services....

oh well, if you have a blue 107 with license plate ending in KOD, come back to Nottingham...

L + G as much as you can fit in my astra (silver)
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:35, Reply)
I regret not doing my mother
damn she used to be hot!!
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:19, Reply)
Butros
Spending over eight thousand pounds on cocaine in 12 months.

Oh and letting my mum sell almost every Star Wars figure there was on a poxy car boot.

She made about £100 for the lot. (sob)
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:17, Reply)
Toys! Gah!
Good one Tonyhrx. Well, perhaps not for your MIL.....

My Mum gave away all my Star Wars toys. And my BMX. And my original (metal) transformers. This was about 13 years ago.

Traumatised? Oh yes.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:13, Reply)
I spent Mother's Day weekend 2004...
...with a nubile girl that I'd met at a friend's party a week or two earlier. We'd had a great time at the party, and our flirting meant a follow-up night was on the cards. We went out on the Friday night and spent the whole evening talking, joking, flirting outrageously and drinking loads, before staggering back to her place.

Only problem was that I was meant to be going home that weekend as I hadn't seen my parents in a while, and Mother's Day is pretty much obligatory visitation time. Being young, horny and selfish, I chose instead to stay with this particularly gorgeous girl, and I had a fantastic (if slightly guilt-ridden) time. The rest of the night, morning, afternoon and evening was spent in her bed doing what came naturally, over and over again.

I finally left her bedroom on Mother's Day (Sunday) a whole day later, quite literally shagged out. While waiting for the Tube on that cold March morning, I decided to cut my losses by phoning home to say "Happy Mother's Day" but my mum wasn't in. My dad answered the phone and naturally he was annoyed about my no-show, but I reminded him --quite arrogantly-- that Mother's Day was a money-making scheme first and foremost, and it wouldn't matter if I came home the following weekend instead. He grumbled a bit, I felt like I'd vindicated my self-centred sexual triumph and I went back to my flat, planning to make it up with flowers etc...

I never got the chance. My mum died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart failure the following Friday evening, aged 58. I lost my only opportunity to make amends for missing that Mother's Day visit. I later realised that I had not spoken to her during the week either, which I probably justified at the time with "I'm too busy". My mum's death shocked my entire family and our neighbourhood, as she was the nucleus of everything we did. It also tore my dad apart, and even today he is a shadow of his former, confident self without my mum's support to structure his own life.

I'll take that guilt to my own grave, but at least it's taught me a lesson. These days, if I ever feel "too busy" to make time for someone else, I drop what I'm doing anyway. Life really is too short to live any other way.

You can thank both my mum and dad for the length and girth, because it's all in the genes. Just make sure you thank/blame your own parents while you still have time :-)
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:08, Reply)
Turning down not 1 but 2 placements
At Universal music in London, just because I wanted to stay in Leeds.

So here I am two years after graduation earning not a lot and quickly forgetting anything I may have learnt on my degree.

If anyone from Universal is reading this PLEASE reconsider me!!
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 14:04, Reply)
Dog killer
Went to my new girlfriend's place, needing to use the bathroom, not being able to find it (four story house, 14 bedrooms, four bathrooms....bladder busting goodness) Found a bathroom (no toilet), climbed onto the vanity unit to piss in the basin and it all detaches from the wall. Cue the family coming to see what the noise was and catching me with pants around ankles....good humour abounded, I was allowed back downstairs and the evening continued, until I entered the family room and promptly plopped down on the family chiahuahua who had burrowed underneath the cushion...life ending injury - regret?? Not shagging this girl the weekend before cos I was too hammered....was not allowed near her again!
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 13:34, Reply)
Fresh faced virgin
17. Studying for A-Levels at all boys school. Dancing the night away in local club.

Drop dead gorgeous (long black hair, tanned, amazing body) lady rubbing my crotch and licking my tonsils.

Find out she's a 21-year-old student nurse. End of night, invites me to go back to her place....

I decline, as 'I had a lift with my mates'.

Idiocy dawns on me next day. What a forking idiot! Could have lost virginity to walking angel, instead had to resort to satisfaction of the one-handed variety for the next few months.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 13:20, Reply)
Only just found out I regret them
Shagging Beth in 8th grade
Shagging Michelle in 9th grade
Shagging Tiffany in 10th grade
Shagging Tiffany AND Michelle, at the same time, in 11th grade
Shagging Sheryl in 11th grade, even though I knew she had a boyfriend.
Shagging Jennifer in 12th grade
Shagging Melinda in 1st year of college
Shagging Dawn in 2nd year of college
Shagging a different Melinda in 3rd year of college
Shagging Glade in 4th year of college

Had thought I was pretty happy about all of that, but after reading Setimret's post, I feel a bit of a cunt now. Sorry dude.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 13:05, Reply)
Last Sunday
I regret finally being drunk enough to tell my best mate that I am in love with him even though we split up three years ago and I can't stand it when he's with me and go mental everytime I see him with his boyfreind (who I would like to axe murder).

And I regret crying about it in front of everyone in a busy pub where I know almost everybody.

But I don't regret having 10 pints to make me feel better.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 13:02, Reply)
just breath and count to 10
i regret not waiting 10 more seconds before sticking my loaf on that little ginger cunt, if i had then the riot van would have sailed straight past. 200 hours sorting stinking rags in oxfam and 2000 quid for lamping a fucking chav who threw a bottle at my missus. haven't thought of a way to exact revenge yet without getting deeper into shit.

i suppose its because i'm not very creative, all i can think of involves an array of sharp/white hot implements and an abandoned warehouse, i'm trying to be a bit more subtle and non violent but its not coming to me.

this is my first post and i found it quite therapuetic, well more therapeutic than drowning those kittens.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:47, Reply)
I regret
letting him smack me around for years.

The next cunt who tried it when I finally got away from the other one earned himself a kick in the balls.

And that was my greatest moment ever.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:47, Reply)
i regret...
eating that fugu prepared by an underqualified Japanese chef. Now I only have 24 hours to live.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:37, Reply)
Everything.
Nothing.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:29, Reply)
T'other day
I overheard someone actually saying 'Lol'.

I regret not removing them from the genepool.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:20, Reply)
Accordion & B** T*** & snail trails
another studente story: I was 'happy to be with' (=a newish relationship, eh?) S in her bed in the usual studente shared house, we'd just done the deed and I was attempting to stay awake (¬ scratch me nuts) and somehow we got on to music....
it transpired S had been a big hit on B** T*** a kids talent show on TV back when snickers were still a marathon.
She then jumped out of bed (it was 2.am) dragged an F'big accordion from out of her wardrobe and gave me a matinee. it wasn't bad either....'cept for the snail trail seeping down way below the 'cordion.
my regret: not taking a picture.
her regret is possibly wanting wanting to extend a shared moment with an emotionally neutered piss taker....
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 12:18, Reply)
I really regret
betraying my friends trust and losing everyone I ever cared about for my troubles.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 11:28, Reply)
not
biting it right off at the base when treating him to proper (and undeserved) deep throat.

that would have stopped him sticking it in some flat faced green card seeker and later in some nazi slut whore!
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 11:11, Reply)
Another one
I regret choosing a user name that people who know me will recognise so I can't tell any of my good stories....
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 10:49, Reply)
My dear mother in law
I very much regret dashing downstairs, bollock naked, in the early hours for a quick puke in the toilet only to burst in and vomit all over my mother-in-law who was sat on the toilet having a shit. It still makes me cringe.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 10:43, Reply)
social w**kers
I was training to be a social W**ker in a scummertown uni. there was this really obnoxious 'i know everything me' corkhead (IOW) who reckoned that people wot take drugs are not responsible for their actions...he went on and on (i was walking away from the twunk)(he kept following natch) & on, until eventually i sed: if you don't feck off & leave me alone i'll thump ya'
Cue: instant dismissal for 'bullying'
My regret: i didn't fucking hit the cunt, and especially hard enough for him to find sense,
I now earn more money than those body shop/linen/cotton/wool wearing veggie/green head naive tossers and I still chuckle at his 'they aren't responsible...' and you wondered why social workers/chavs are a mess?
no apologies for lenght-its how i use it.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 10:08, Reply)
Fish and Chip Shop
So there I was, a country boy from mid Wales only a jolly in London, Golders Green to be specific. Strolling along the high street I stumbled across into a Fish and Chip shop for a bit of tea. Im not a big fish fan so I thought ill have sausage and chips, I couldnt see it on the menu. hmmmm...i'll ask I thought. Turns out the Fish and Chip shop i chose was a Jewish owned one. They didnt do sausage oddly enough.
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 10:06, Reply)
Burning beans
I regret leaving some beans on 'a low simmer' for approximately nine hours while I went out and got bladdered. My house, recently flooded, and therefore already miserable, now smells like the inside of a plastic laden bonfire. As does everything in it. Yeeeuuurgghhh....
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 9:53, Reply)
Nooooooooooooooooooooo!
My mum gave away all my Stars Wars figures and vehicles! Why did you have to remind me!
(, Tue 10 Oct 2006, 9:25, Reply)

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