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I was at a Summer party in the late 80s - I was about 16 at the time - and was getting very, ahem, friendly with a girl who went to the girls school next to my boys school.
As the evening wore on, and after much cider was drank, we decided to wander to the back of the host's huge garden, found a secluded piece of grass and lay down to gaze up at the stars.
Anyway, we started fumbling and one thing led to another and eventually we were both sans underwear and getting ready to hit the jackpot - however, as a result of the vast quantities of Woodpecker drank, I got stage fright!
No amount of 'coaxing' by my willing partner would work and eventually, I got up, put my clothes back on and said................this is really really really bad..............I said, I didn't fancy you anyway and weaved my way back to the party to stifled sobs behind me.
When I woke up the next morning I had one of those 'oh no' moments, but being a cocky 16 year old shrugged it off and carried on as normal.
I occasionally saw this girl again from afar, but she always made sure we didn't pass each other, and then about six months after the party my family moved to another area.
Anyway, over the years as I matured I started to feel guiltier and guilitier for what I said to this poor girl so about six or so years ago I sought her out to apologise - she was, understandably a bit frosty at first, if nothing else because she may have thought I was a stalker, but eventually she loosened up and we had a bit of a romance for six months.
I'm glad to say we are now firm friends and last year I was an usher at her wedding.