So I'm a dirty, dirty liar. I really was going to give up blogging, but this lettle juicy nugget was waaay to gold to leave alone.
I met someone. On findafuck. We'd spent about 3 weeks talking, emailing, texting, chatting. It was full on, all the time. We clicked. I liked him, he liked me. We had had cybersex. The tension was rife.
It took about 2 weeks to arrange a meet. Finally one night I was home, we wasn't busy. He came over.
And there is a whole world of problems that have arisen. All was going well, having heaps of fun, getting hot and heavy. Clothes come off. And nothing.
He couldn't get it up!
He was embarrassed. I took it in my stride. I mean, it happens. He put his clothes on and fled. I thought it could have been me. I mean, he was into me until the clothes came off.
I gave it a few days and sent him a message telling him I still enjoyed hanging out, and asking if he'd be interested in trying again. His response: yeah it was fun, but we didn't really 'click' after the movie.
We didn't click? We didn't click sexually?!? How does he know we didn't click sexually? We didn't have sex!!!
So, if you don't have a comment on the above situation, I have to ask...
What's your biggest sex disaster?