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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heheI'd moved from Suburban Bedfordshire, leaving my friends and church behind.
Arriving in Essex, I'd heard the rumours, but was still naive. I somehow found myself a girlfriend, and somehow managed to arrange an evening babysitting her neighbours kids with her. They were duly dispatched to bed at 8:30, leaving me the entire evening to explore.
I realise now, but she was only PRETENDING to be asleep on the sofa, in order that I could navigate my way about her body. I got as far as her funbags, but chickened out there and then.
Essex taught me a lot. It taught me that girls are fun. It also taught me that you don't need church to have fun. In fact, there's no god in Essex. If there was, he would have disapproved of the years that followed that, and let me know somehow.
(, Sun 29 Oct 2006, 21:05, Reply)
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