re: Looking back at times where you missed out on an obvious opportunity for sex

We started making out, and she took off my pants. But then I turned on the TV. And that's about the time she walked away from me.

My last year in college I got to know this chick pretty well. She made no secret of her love for sex - would talk about playing with girls, ran a webcam on Yahoo messenger to show off, even filmed an X-rated solo play DVD with a company out of Atlanta.

We went out a couple of times and the second time we end up back at my apartment. She's in a low cut top and flirty, but some of the comments make me think she's just enjoying messing with me, so I don't try anything.

A year or two later I happen to be passing through the town where she lives. We go to dinner and again very flirty throughout. Take her home (she has roommates) and say goodbye the door. She gives me a sweet little peck on the cheek and I head back to the car.

I kick myself to this day for not turning around and attempting one hell of a kiss to see where it would have led.

Then there are the questions of "what could I have gotten" from chicks I was dating. I dated this one chick from Mobile as a long distance type thing. Was down there for Mardi Gras and she was talking about how this female friend she had would come over and they'd drink champagne and make out.

Stupid me should have been like "Hey, let's buy a couple of bottles and invite her over." But no, like a wuss I didn't, cause in my head I'm thinking if I do that and she isn't into it, we're probably done. But we were done not too long after that anyway.

There were a few that I didn’t move on that I don’t regret because they wanted a long term thing and I didn’t, but one chick in particular, cute wild party chick I knew from HS, in town at LSU with a group of friends for a game, partied hard and messed around on and off all night…things got blurry and next thing I recall I woke up the next morning after passing out hard and they were gone, no action.

I apparently had gotten her number though and we talked and got together later at a friends house with her and her friend to watch a movie. But it was Saturday after a particularly crazy Wed-Fri binge (you 90s LSU folks know what I mean) and yeah I fell asleep watching the movie and they left after a while. WTF.

Other than having a girlfriend all 4 of my high school years, I have 1 that I feel like I screwed up at least a shot at getting some down the line.
Woke up with a terrible hangover and really wasn’t feeling great that day. Went to my buddys house to pick up his bass boat because he told me I could use it while my boat was in the shop. Pretty nice, newer boat that just so happened to match my truck. Pull into the gas station by his house and this really good looking, probably mid 30’s (I was mid 20’s) chick in a Benz pulled up, started looking at me and then initiated conversation about the boat and the weather and going ride and stuff and I basically blew her off, finished filling my truck up, left and IMMEDIATELY regretted not saying something smooth or at the very least getting her number. It doesn’t sound like much, but to me it was a missed opportunity.

This fricking thread

Plenty of times in college because I was either too fricked up or too lazy.

Eh, I wouldn't put any amount of thought into this as it's only a singular view on past. You also might have avoided a lifetime of VD or dealing with a child out of wedlock with a crazy woman too.

Sex isn't the end all of your relationships with women. It's important but completely overvalued, which funnily enough is probably why many of you have "missed out". You put too much value in it and tried to make it too special by putting the woman on a pedestal instead of just treating her like a person and letting the situation flow naturally.

I fricked up the only opportunity I've ever had at a threesome while home on leave from the Army. At least the only opportunity that was handed to me on a silver platter. A short story:

I had slept with one of the chicks a few times through out high school and into my 20s. Life long friends that would get drunk and sleep with each other at parties every now and then, but never anything beyond that. Anyways, I make a post online that I just got home & that I'm on leave for a month and to reach out if anyone would like to grab dinner/drinks and link up. My friend Kasey hits me up and tells me that a mutual friend of ours wants to see me and to come over to where they were at for the night. I end up going to see them at Kasey's now boy friends house who I don't know to watch football and have some drinks. The guy was a great host and took care of me for the night with food, drinks, entertainment, etc. Unfortunately for him he ended up getting sloppy drunk and passing out early into the evening.

The two girls, his now girl friend who I used to hook up with and our mutual friend decide to go upstairs and ask me to follow them. Of course I do and get pulled into one of the spare bedrooms. Swear to God I get told that they're both horny and ask if I've ever had a threesome before. I tell them no and get asked if I want to check that bucket list item off. Initially, I said absolutely: Let's ride. Thinking strictly with the meat hammer -- And then my conscience kicked in & started guilt tripping me. "Are you really gonna sleep with this guys lady given all of the accommodations he's provided to you, a complete stranger, tonight"? I ended up weighing my options and decided against it due to this guy going out of his way to be kind to me. Ultimately I think it was the right decision, but something I'll think about until the day that I die. Both girls were legit OT 7s too. Anyways, the night still had a good ending. In the moment after saying no, the mutual friend told me that she was single and that the drunk guy downstairs didn't have any impact on what she wanted to do. I ended up giving her the worst 3 minutes of her day, thanked her and the friend for the hospitality and went downtown with the boys afterwards. Moral of the story - being a decent human is always the right thing to do, but in certain situations will absolutely cock block you from threesome situations.

Wedding trip to Crested Butte Co. I was the only single on the trip and slept on the couch in the condo. There were two married women on the trip without husbands, two married couples plus the couple getting married and another couple, not married. It was in February and all of skied. Well all but one after the first day, she quit and said the hell with. After a full day of skiing, we would head to the city of Crested Butte from the mountain to eat and party. One of the married without husband takes a shine to me. Knew her, but weren't really friends, but kinda to a shine to her. The condo maintenance crew would drive us down to the city and back. Cool kid from Atlanta that would come to Crested Butte with his family every year and decided to stay there. He was our driver. One night partying our driver picks us up and we go back to our condo to continue the partying. He pulls out a small amount of coke, and I pop out the pot. After an hour of partying we head to the hot tub and sauna. The two married with no husbands, one of the married by himself, me and the driver, all buck neckid. The one that took a shine to me gets up and heads to the shower next to the sauna. I follow and we start making out. Everyone leaves the hot tub and me and the married get it on in the hot tub. Well, after a few more days, my tryst says why don't you sleep in my bed and I'll take the couch. She and the other single married were rooming together. I was worn out from the skiing and partying, I didn't even think of trying for the double hitter, but looking back I think the two had planned this up for me to get some of the other. Oh well and CSB.

My drawback, if we can call it that, is that I was programmed from an early age toward monogamy and marriage. My parents were a devoted couple and example of what I expected life to be like. So I was a chivalrous believer in magical fairytale true love, always looking for that really exceptional person with which to develop a long-term relationship to lead to marriage - except perhaps for a brief period of discovery in college, with coeds who mostly weren't particularly interested in long-term relationships. What I discovered then though was that girls really liked me - I mean really, really liked me. I attribute it to having charm, and innate sense of timing, and larger than average other attributes.

Once I was out into the working world - great house, cars, bank account - I suppose I was perceived as a very eligible bachelor. Imagine being Hugh Grant, British accent and all, and the world is populated by beautiful young women who swoon "he had me at 'hello'." (Yes, I realize it was a different movie).

Could have chalked up an impressive total perhaps, if casual sex was a measure for me, but overall in life I was a serial monogamist. I had little interest in anyone I ruled out quickly as a serious candidate, regardless of their looks. The problem, if you can call it that, was that if I allowed a sexual relationship to start at all, then I had a difficult time getting rid of them. I had half a dozen women basically propose marriage to me, and I felt so terrible to let them down. I literally turned away Ford agency fashion models and college Homecoming queens who came knocking on my door. (Duck and cover, downvotes incoming!)

So looking back at times where I missed out on an obvious opportunity for sex? I'd have to say it was more about my unwillingness to be a victim of Fatal Attraction scenario. I could still relate some interesting stories though.