What about the ones that got away?

I was thinking back the other day about a couple of missed opportunities in my life, opportunities I should have acted upon but didn't.

One that jumps out was the day I was waiting at LAX for ground transport to Long Beach. I struck up a conversation with a very sexy young lady from the UK. In the short time we talked I learned that she'd just arrived in the US, was interested in seeing California, and at the moment had no place in particular to go. Why the hell didn't I invite her to join me for a few days in Long Beach and attend the convention with me? I certainly had no social commitments that would have been disrupted. And if she said no? No big deal, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

The other missed opportunity that haunts me to this day is a young lady I met at the Diagnostic Clinic in Houston. I was there for a routine check up and she took my blood sample. Very pretty, black, very friendly, and very very sexy. Based on the progress of the conversation, I asked for her phone number which she eagerly gave me. I called her a few times and we had pleasant chats but I never took the next step of taking her out to dinner on one of my business trips to the city. I even maintained an apartment there so if the date went well, we could have always ended up at my place for a nightcap. Oh well.

Where's that kicking one's ass emoticon?

 

I have a missed opportunity that I later got to make right.

I met this amateur skateboarder when I was like 20 or so. I was at this festival type thing and there was a skate competition there and he was one of the skaters. My friend's boyfriend that was with us knew who he was and we walked over so he could ass kiss and tell him he was a good skater, etc. He and I end up chatting for the remainder of that afternoon in between him skating (I know less than nothing about skateboarding FYI) and the last time he went up he told me not to move and that he'd be back right after. His friend goes up after him and falls and breaks his arm so of course after that they left. He was so hot and I was major disappointed we didn't exchange numbers before his friend fucked it up.

Like two years later, on Halloween actually I see him out and he remembered me and told me that he was disappointed he hadn't asked me for my number before all that went down. This time I was determined something was gonna happen so I invited him to my friends house with us and we fucked that night and for months after that. He was great in bed, so worth the few years wait.

Maybe you'll see those chicks again one day and make up for lost time

 

As far as I know, I always gave it a shot. The only time I ever could that I didn't was if it was a friends woman, then it would have to be a very good friend. That came up more then once.

 

I have a few that haunt me. Most were the girlfriends of dudes I was friends with at the time and they gave me flat out fuck me invitations. I declined everytime. The only reason I have regret is that although those friendships lasted for years, those same dudes eventually knifed me in the back. That fact and the fact that those chicks were really smokin hot is why they haunt me. My nice guy thing caused me to miss out on good fucking and then get fucked over at the same time. Shit happens though.

 

Of the two I mentioned above, the black chick is the one that haunts me the most. She was really pretty and had a great personality and seemed eager enough to go out with me. This was almost 20 years ago, in Houston, which at the time to me still wasn't wide open to interracial couples. To this day I don't know why I didn't act on the opportunity.

I've never been in the sack with black chick and might have missed the only opportunity life will ever give me.

 

Well black women arent an endangered species lol

It could still happen.

 

we were celebrating a friend's birthday several years ago. i met the hottest girl that has ever expressed interest in me that night. got her number, then went off to the bar with the bday friend. by the time we got home, my phone (with her number in it) was no longer in my possession, never to be seen again. only time i've ever lost a phone.

 

Except that I live in a country with very few black women and I ain't no spring chicken.:afro:

 

lol well that's unfortunate. I suggest outsourcing

 

did you try calling the phone?

ask the friends and others, they might know who the girl is

 

honestly, I'm not tormented by having missed the chance to score a hot lay.

I'm much more bothered by thinking that I may have missed out on the love of my life.

Still, I guess if they ended up with someone that they're happy with, that's ok too.

it's hard to know what it is that you should really worry about in life.

 

it was probably about 7 or 8 years ago, i don't remember if i tried calling the phone or not. probably not though, since by then i didn't have another phone, and i just kind of assumed anything i lost at the bar was lost forever.

i asked around, a few people had seen her around before, but nobody actually knew who she was, or saw her again in the near future.

yeah. the only one that may have had that honor (not the one in the lost phone story) is currently engaged.

 

dude, try calling the phone now just for laughs

 

I do miss the "one that got away." I knew I should've asked for her number.

 

that would probably end up rather disappointing. i kept the same number, and just transferred it to my new phone. so i have a pretty good feeling that i know who would answer...

 

bet your friend stole your phone and then banged her

 

i'll kill a motherfucker...

 

I missed out on a few great girls. Looking back it was so obvious that they wanted me, but I was just too you, shy ans stupid to notice.

 

Hundreds. Literally. Got attention even from teenagers up until my 60s. Just never was a hustler.

 

Just out of h.s. One night by buddy's girlfriend, asked me if I wanted to ride around. I got in with her. She headed straight to the country, to a pond on her dad's farm. We got out of the car, she asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. She stripped off got in the water, turned back to me and asked if I was chicken. So I joined her. She wrapped her legs around me. I held on to her. We kissed once and she said come on. We went back to the car. She got a blanket out, wrapped it around both of us, using it to dry off. She went right after my dick. We got in the car, I was hard. She leaned over her lips close to my dick. She then asked if my g.f. sucked dick. I asked why? She said; she just wondered. Said she didn't suck Bill's {my buddy}dick. Next thing She had my dick in her mouth. I got to thinking, and told her we shouldn't do this. She said nobody's going to know. I told her I just couldn't do this to Bill. I got her to stop, but she was pissed. We went back to town, she let me out.
Things were never the same after that. She would never speak to me, and Bill and I never hung out together after that. I don't know what she told him. Or if she told him anything. But something was fishy.
She didn't speak to me again until their wedding night, during a dance with her. She told me I didn't know what I missed. She did go on to a small acting career, with small parts, and settled to a stage career later.
So much for morals!