My first was a fat chick, and I wasn't aroused and my dinger wasn't erect. I thought it was my fault and I thought my johnson needed assistance from viagra, but that crap can make you blind who wants that! Anyway, since I started going to bars and meeting hawt chicks my johnson is just fine now and my current gf is hawt!

There's no sense in regreting something that I can't possibly change. Besides the sex wasn't bad at all.

Yup; I don't think too highly of my ex (for good reason); but, at least I finally wizened up a bit and got the sense to leave him and not continue with the mistake.

Ahh, I remember that night so well. I don't know who was more scared...me or what's her face.

I regret giving it up when I did, honestly. It caused a lot of stress in the aftermath. I still kick myself every so often for breaking that little promise I made to God. I'm getting over it, I guess. Not like I can go back and change it. Just gotta learn what I can and move on.

She was less nervous than me. . .I'd sure like to find her and try again to show her all I've learned. . .

It's gonna be my husband, and I'll never want to change that.

You gotta start somewhere!

No, she was my first major girlfriend and I certainly learned a lot about the behavior of (American) women from her. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was a wonderful introduction to world of coexisting with (American) females with whom you are romantically involved. She was a real Whitman's Sampler of middle-class/upper-middle class X Chromosome behavior. Things she said and did that utterly perplexed and infuriated me at the time, I saw time and time again in women I dated until I got married. I hope we bump into each other sometime again before we leave this mortal realm. I'd be curious to see how life has treated her and how all her plans and ambitions panned out (or are panning out). All I know about her is that she is currently a researcher and academic at an Ivy League university attempting to obtain full professorship.