My post in this threadmade this memory come up and thus the topic.
Lloret Demar (sp?) in Spain. I was on vacation with the wife and some friends. It got late and the wife wanted to go to sleep, but my friends and I wanted to go to a few more bars. So the wife went to the hotel, and we kept partying. Eventually my friends went to a dance club, but the loud music was giving me a headache so I went to a little open air bar near the beach alone. I ordered a beer and was waiting for it. Now this place is a partying beach resort place (topless beach, I should add, though not every female went topless.) It was a little after midnight. Suddenly threegirls in bikinis walk up to my table. Two of them stood back and the third stood in front of me and spoke. I’ll never forget these words.
“Hi, my name is Anya (at least that what it sounded like her name was…she was as drunk as hell) and I am from Germany. This is the last night of my vacation and I am looking for someone to spend it with.”
Now, even though she was drunk, she was smoking hot…and virtually naked in that skimpy bikini. My mind instantly had visions of sex on the beach, but alas, the wedding ring was to too heavy. I just held up my hand and showed her the ring telling her “Sorry, I’m married.”. She said “Oh…ok…goodbye” and drunkenly stumbled off with her friends. The waiter put my beer down in front of me and said “Its on the house because I know that was difficult to turn down”.
I drank my beer and wondered why stuff like that didn’t happen when I was single.
I used to rent a house with two other people I worked with, a guy and a girl. The girl was sort of “one of the guys” and we had a good relationship as friends. She was attractive, but not my type. Over the course of the year or two we all lived together, we all dated other people off and on.
One night, the guy roommate was working the late shift. There were a couple rented movies on top of the TV so the girl and I decided to watch one, and she put it in. Turns out it was your basic “chick flick”- not one I would have chosen but as it turned out, it wasn’t too bad. I forget the title. She, however, was very moved and it put her in… the mood. Even in my stupid, 20-something, romantically-challenged stupor, I could tell it was having an effect on her because she kept looking over at me with a look on her face that I wasn’t used to seeing from her.
When it ended, the credits ran, we were silent. She turned it off, stood up and started walking toward the stairs, turned around and said “I’m going to bed. Naked.”
I just sat there as she went upstairs, then continued to sit there, frozen, clueless how to deal with this new development.
After about fifteen minutes, I went up to bed. Alone.
I was at the deli counter at Safeway – yeah, quite the hot pickup spot, eh? And while I’m waiting for my cheese and roast beef to be sliced and packaged, I struck up a conversation with a woman next to me… in just a few minutes, we were laughing like we’d known each other for weeks. And then as I turn to leave, she says, “So, would you like to go get a drink somewhere?”
And I raised my hand to show my wedding ring and said, still keeping it light and funny, “No, I don’t think my wife would want to wait up for me.”
(And now I’ll be the next one to intone, ‘And I’ll never forget this line…’)
She says, “So does your wife have to know everything you do?” with a delivery that made me very sure that, as the thread title says, I could gotten laid.
High school. Jesus phase ::shudder::. Said I would give up sex for lent. I’m an idiot.
We were at a friend’s house at a mini-party. I was watching a movie (Clerks) in the bedroom when this girl comes in and throws herself at me. She tried licking my ear, taking off my pants, everything. I refused everything and treated her like she wasn’t even there. Well that got her hot. That’s when I learned that when it comes to sex, women want you to treat them like shit. I still don’t know why, though.
Looking back on it, it was good and bad. On the one hand, she was really fat, so I would’ve had to face my friends afterward. And it was cool feeling in control of my hormones like that. On the other hand, I was a 16 year old turning down sex! I needed all the sex I could get, and here I was, just tossing it aside. Ungrateful boy!
I guess this thread is mainly for the guys. I’ve had offers to have sex from the time I was about 13. SERIOUS offers. I’m fat and grey haired now, and even when I was just fat, I got offers on a regular basis. I mean, guys would come up to me, and ask if I was interested in going back to their place. And no, I wasn’t dressed in anything exciting, either.
This REALLY used to piss me off when I was playing a video game, about to make the high score, and some guy would joggle my elbow and ask if I wanted to go have some fun. Well, asshole, I WAS having fun, until you made me lose my concentration and my life! Nowadays I have a room in the house that’s designated as my Lair, and if I shut the door, that means that I don’t want to be disturbed. Unless there’s chocolate involved.
As far as I can remember, I’ve only been hit on twice. Both times my wife (first time ex, second time current) was next to me at the time, as in physically right there standing or sitting next to me. Did they think it was some kind of challenge?
My gf and I go to St Martin yearly for a two week vacation. Three years ago, a bartender who we had talked with many times previously approached me with a very open invitation. I explained that I would never do that to my gf. She laughed and said that, of course, my gf was invited.
I explained the offer to my gf and she declined, so I told the bartender. Later on, it came out that my gf thought I was joking, and she woulda said yes.
I’m in a situation right now where a close friend/co-worker who I was practically in love with for two years just filed for separation from her husband. She has told me very matter-of-factly that if I want to sleep with her, all I have to do is pick up the phone, no matter when.
I’d love to take her up on it, but I do have a girlfriend and I can’t do that to her. Right now I’m in a serious mode of conflict (I would definitely break up with the girlfriend before I did anything with this other girl). Things with the girlfriend aren’t perfect, but they also aren’t bad enough for me to break it off.
In the past, we had this female friend who was one of the guys. I was always super-attracted to her, but I didn’t think I was her type. One night at a party, she made me lick jelly off her nipple. Later on, I went upstairs, and she followed me, closed the door to my bedroom, and stripped. I was so shocked that I was frozen. After a minute, she put her clothes back on, said, " I wish something had happened just now," and left. I’ll never forgive myself for not going for it.
Those are just two. I have a metric ton of missed opportunities I could divulge.
Well, I know I’ve told this tale before, but back in college (the 80s for me) I picked up a freshman chick with the cheesiest line ever in a bar. (“You look good, but you know what would make you look better? Being seen with me!”—Gawd, I can’t believe that worked even then). She had a great bod, pretty face, but somewhat bad teeth…not repulsive bad, just you-should-see-a-dentist-and get-some-braces bad. When we met she was dressed like a normal person. The next night when I picked her up for dinner she was dressed in a mix between Prince/Cyndi Lauper/JC Penney Slutwear.
We ate, I took her home to her place and invited me in for the making of the beast with two backs, but my Spider-Sense tingled and told me not to do it. A few weeks later a guy I knew went out with her and ended up with an STD and crabs. Go figure…for once I made a good choice.
CalMeacham, before I got married I was almost convinced that women hated me save for the few girlfriends I did have prior to that. Afterwards alluva sudden that changed. Don’t ask me why. Its kind of annoying. I mean, where were you when I was single?
[del]Probably[/del] a couple of times in high school.
ETA: I just remembered having recently had a conversation with a girl I dated in high school and have recently gotten back in touch with who made it clear that she was red hot, willing, and ready to give herself to me back then, so I crossed out the “probably.”
It’s the air of feeling confident and relaxed, or at least non-desperate. As a woman, I’ve run into a number of these situations, but there were always more when I was in a committed relationship than when I was single.
Lloret de mar, good enough for our purposes
I imagine the OP is interested in tales of chastity or misunderstandings, not woe-is-me…
Several times when I was in college, I had the Spanish-language version of this conversation:
Dude: hey, wanna go out to the car?
Me: hm… ok, your condoms or mine?
Dude: uh? Whaddayamean, condoms?
Me: Condoms, rubbers, the French Lieutenant’s coat… those things Durex makes, you can buy them off the machines in the bathroom? Those.
Dude: oh, no, hell, I don’t use that shit.
Me: Oh. OK, then no thanks. Bye!
Dude: wha… wait, wait, I’ll get rubbers!
Me: Nah, not interested any more, seeya.
My sex ed class was pre-AIDS, but the message of “always wear a rubber unless you’re trying to get pregnant, but even moreso for casual sex” had been carved high and sharp.
In the time between college and the army I had a hard time getting laid. Well, that was the trend throughout my lfe up until then, but even as horny as I was there were times I had to turn down easy sex. There are a few I kinda regret.
Like: A buddy of mine was over my house and we were talking about girls and stuff and he mentioned “Crys”, a girl we both knew. She had been dating another guy we knew, that incidentally lived close to me. I fact, you could see his backyard from my backyard. They had broken up, but this guy was interested in getting back together with her. My friend told me Crys was a bit of a slut and would do it at the drop of a hat and I didn’t believe him. To prove my point I got her number from him and called her. I then told her I was only calling because I hadn’t talked to her in awhile and that I had always kind of liked her, but was too afraid to ask her out. (a lie, but hey, my buddy was sure she’d come over if I told her that)
HE WAS RIGHT! She says “I’ll be there in 20 minutes” and jeezuz, 20 minutes later she walked into my house wearing nothing but a skimpy red dress, no shoes, ewith a rose and bottle of wine. My buddy hid in the closet. She didn’t know he was there. She mentioned his name once saying “Hey…have you been talking to *****?” (perhaps suspecting a setup…they didn’t actually get along) I dsaid no and I could here him laughing in the closet. She then pretty much wanted to do it RIGHT THEREon the floor.
But I turned her down, claiming to not feel well. (ghey women do that all of the time!) It just didn’t feel right.
Many times, usually at bars. I don’t care for sex with women that just want to get laid. Even if it’s a one-night stand, there needs to be something special about our connection.
Of note, once by a former friend’s wife at a party at their house. We were drunk and my friend was already passed out. I refused and then she punched me in the stomach, kind of playfully but also kind of hard. I don’t touch current or former partners of current or former friends.
And most notably, a semi-famous sports announcer at a sports awards after-party. I won’t mention her name, out of respect. My friend was a the coordinator of the seat-fillers and let a few of us in. Unfortunately I was married at the time, and didn’t go through with it. Since I’m now divorced, I really wish I had. In fact, some of the hottest opportunities that I had in my life were during my marriage…and I proudly rejected them all.
In high school, my gf wanted to do it, but made clear that it would mean (to her) a lifetime commitment). I was smart or kind enough to decline, since I had no intention of “forever” at that point.
I worked in Alaska for a summer, and there was a very nice and attractive young woman I became friendly with. She invited me to a weekend fishing/camping trip. We shared a tent. As we got into the tent she said “aren’t you going to try something?” (Alas, I had a full time girlfriend “back home.”) I declined, but have always regretted it. She was hot and fun and I’m quite sure we would have had a great few weeks of sex for the remainder of the summer.
