For the sake of the underdog, I will say that there have been times in my life when it was served up on a platter for me and I turned it down.
There was one girl who declared her virginity to me as I was heading out to my car where I'd left my condoms. My back was too her, and thank God it was because if she'd seen the look of fear on my face when she said that, she would have kicked me in the balls right there.
Anyways, I turned to her and said, "You know what? Those condoms have been in my glovebox all night. They're probably really cold." It was winter. "Why don't we just talk?" Never saw her again, and I don't regret it one bit.
My freshman year in college, I'm at a party with these two girls that I only knew in high school. Anyways, one of them gets in this huge fight with her boyfriend. Next thing I now, I'm back at her apartment, and she is trying her best to seduce me.
I avoided her body like the plague. I knew what was coming: We do it. She tells her boyfriend. He wants to fight.
I don't need that kind of drama in exchange for a stupid sexual encounter.
Junior year at college. I'm with a soccer chick who has the soccer body. If you don't know, find out. If you do, congratulations. She wants me. I'm not interested in her.
Actually, I have no excuse for this one. It just didn't feel right. I don't regret it, though.
You know, come to think of it, I've never regretted turning it down. I have
regretted accepting it, though...