Regrets anyone?

[sexdrive]

I am new at this and this is my first post-ever
Regrets-Mine rest a few years back when I had the chance to have a 3 way afternoon with two women of great knowledge and desire.A afternoon that promised oral and anal sex for all.On the way to their house I received a call that required me to cancel that afternoon.I still regret that decision.anyone else?

 

[Bliss]

Welcome!

Welcome to the board, SexDrive!

Regrets? Yep, gotta few, none sexual though:

That there aren't more hours in a day, need to fit sleep in somewhere.

That even huge mega websites with millions of visitors a day don't usually turn real profits for the first three, four, five years.

That human emotions and nuances don't translate well over these crazy contraptions and people get their feelings hurt.

That life is so short and we spend most of it working and so little of with the folks we love.

Just color me melancholy for Hump Day.




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There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass. - Charles Kuralt

 

[Alyrahh]

Hi SexDrive, hope you have a great time here on the boards.

Regrets... hmm, ya know, I don't think I really have any. That's not to say I've not done some really stupid things in my life, but I like to view them as learning experiences, not regrets. Those big mistakes and what I learned from them have made me who I am today. I don't think, if given the chance, I would turn back time and change anything.

 

[MADDOG]

I have only one real regret. I mean, there's a lot of things I'd do differently, but only one I'd give a hell of a lot to change.

My Year 12 Ball. I had met my date about a month prior to it on a train, through mutual friends. I am not lying or exagerating when I say that she was up there with the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. We'd spoken a few times. I'd walked her home once or twice, and we were really starting to hit it off.

A week out from the ball, and shy little me had still not worked up the courage to ask anyone from school out. Then it hit me. Why don't I just ask this girl? So the very next time I saw her, I asked her - and AMAZINGLY, she actually seemed eager to be my date. (She knew it was coming and I found out later that she was hoping I'd ask her).

So anyway, Everything was good and I was set for a big night. The plan was to meet at a friends house, have a few glasses of champainge and take the limo to the ball after a short stop at Kings Park. Only thing is, My idiot mate booked the Limo 30 minutes Earlier than he was supposed to without telling anyone, so when I got there we litterally had to be out the door straight away and I never got a drink.

I was pretty bummed, because NOONE turns up to these things without a little Alcohol in them, and this girl I was with... She was the most exquisite girl I'd ever laid eyes on that night. I kind of needed something to settle my nerves.

So leave it to my "mate" to pull out a bottle of 80% proof Scotch he had stolen from this house we were just at. I was sober. I'd never had spirits before. Not more than a bourbon and coke anyway. I figured 1 shot was about a beer. I'd had 10 beers before... "I'll have 6 mouthfulls of Scotch (a mouthFULL is about a shot right?) and that will be alright." We arrive at Kings park, and I have my 6 mouthfulls, and a quarter of a bottle later, I'm not really feeling it... Oh wait, there it is. Now I'm officially maggoted.

We got back in the limo, and when we arrived at the Ball, I was well and truly feeling it. Too drunk, yet somhow not drunk enough in my own mind. I had a long night ahead of me. What if I sobbered up? So off I went and finished off another quarter bottle of scotch. See where I'm going with this?

The ball officially started at 7:30. I was spewing by 7:00. As a matter of fact, I spewed so much that night that I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd died. I left my gorgeous date who I had a real chance of making my girl at a ball where she knew 3 people. She's hardly said a word to me since. I have no photo's, and no memories from what should have been one of the best nights of my life. I actually do remember most of what happened that night. I was sent home at 8:30 (Well, not really home - I was actually sent straight to the after party because my parents were there). I spewed the whole time up to when it commenced at 11:30. 4 straight hours of vomit.

And the best bit? How do you remove a drunk from a party when he's too wasted to walk? You take him out in a wheelchair. I rest my case. THAT night, is my lifes only real regret. I lost my girl, and I have no memories of something that should have gone down as the best night ever.

MADDOG

 

[Guest]

Yeah... I have a few!

 

[Xander]

Regrets.....yes!!!!

Pretty much everything in between the age of 14 - 21.

What can I say.....I was the definition of a fuck up.

 

[OldDog]

I Regret ....

never asking the gilr next door to REALLY show me hers .....

never asking my little sister's stone foxx friend (who liked older guys) who only wore micro-kinis to go to the lake with me.......

not sharing the rinsing shower at the beach in France with the 3 coeds from London .....

not lasting long enough to put a permanent smirk on my girlfirend's face instead of just that temporary grin.....

and
not turning into well ground mush the asshole who hit my little sister in hte face one night and broke her nose ....

 

[Ian1]

I find it is best not to regret anything, just learn from your mistakes so as not to make the same ones again. For whatever that's worth.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Regrets? Where do I start?

I had an intense crush on a guy in college. We were both English majors, and he was one year ahead of me. We had several classes in common, and we were both disk jockeys in the college radio station, so we saw each other frequently. We were friends, but I wanted us to be so much more. I was too shy to tell him this. I kept coming up with reasons why he wouldn't like me, or why a relationship wouldn't work out for us. So I never let him know how I felt.

He graduated and then seemed to disappear from the face of the earth. None of our mutual friends ever heard from him again, and he's not even listed in the alumni directory. I think about him often. I'd love to know what happened to him.