I got very close (many, many moons ago!) to a female member of the Swiss ski team whilst in Whistler. As i was about to leave, she asked me to stay with her for the summer…..for some unknown reason i poliely (and cheerily for some unknown effin reason?) declined to return to a job i didnt like in a city i didnt like……..it wasnt until i got home i realised exactly what she was suggesting……i still kick myself today as to what could have been! She was perfect and we got on famously in every sense of the word. Gutted. She went on to do good things too!

Lesson is kids, when a woman who you like asks you to stay in a place you love just do it. Life is short and opportunities with dream women don’t come along everyday (certainly for me anyway!!). Take it, you can always come home if it doesn’t work out!!!

How many of these dream women would have been a dream once between the sheets? Without wishing to derail the thread another thread could be entitled “your worst experiences between the sheets”. for every cougar there’s a frightened mouse, a Victorian morals, the girl who’s doing it but clearly isn’t into it to the point you wonder why you bothered and why she seemed so flirty and seductive a few minutes before – sometime the chemistry just doesn’t work.

It’s perhaps easier to admit one missed out on something potentially great than admitting what you thought would be great was a damp squib or complete fiasco.

Mine “never happened” is a flirty girl I tried to seduce, failed but continued to socialise with, put up when she was homeless, traveled with and had a fun platonic friendship with. Until the day she stripped (stone cold sober) and wanted sex. I refused. Hell really does have no fury like a woman scorned; we were in southern Spain and I honourably escorted her 1000 silent kms back home to France where we parted with her still glowing white hot with rage. Another lucky escape. Well would you have after two years of p**** teasing?

yes I have to agree Edukator – the lure is not knowing what would have happened next. We imagine the best case scenario for our other selves…but equally it could have been a bad move. Maybe, if you had taken that road, it would have completely cut you off from where you are today.

I wouldn’t swap what I have with my wife and kids. I know that a couple of my missed chances would have put what I have now in jeopardy so I am glad they are missed chances…from my point of view as it stands at least. Maybe there is some other parallel universe point of view reflecting that back.

Thinking of the of the other relationships and lives that could have been – across time – puts me in mind of the incredible improbability of me being here and my kids being here too.

it was 1997 and i was in ibiza with the lads… not a beer filled adventure, but a narcotics filled one (it was ibiza in the 90’s after all). great time was been had by all and i was having a deep and meaningful with stunning mixed race girl from birmingham, she was single i was single… she was blue eyed, very tanned, slim with long dark hair & wearing a white dress… i was transfixed… she told me, with a glint in her eye, that she had a pierced nipple. i asked her to show me, she did… and i said something along the lines, “well, that’s lovely… right, see you later” and walked off thinking what a smooth operator i was… *sighs and shakes head solemnly*

i knew she was leaving in the next couple of days and never saw her again….

probably for the best ( i keep telling myself, for some reason)

Just one.

A girl who I met through work and became great friends with outside of work. We ended up with a massive group of pals that had some amazing times.

She was leaving our place of work and on her leaving night I drunkenly babbled that I was daft about her. She was in an unhappy relationship at the time. We had many chats about it but she couldn’t leave the guy she was with so I just watched from afar. She was an absolutely beautiful girl both physically and personality wise. Possibly the nicest person I ever met.

Tragically I got a call just over 6 years ago almost to the day, telling me she’d passed away following childbirth the day before and then suffering massive heart failure.

There’s not a day goes by that I don’t think about her and I actually saw a picture of her today and got a but teary 🙁

Even had offers that I missed , or bottled at the time.
At an empty gym, when I was alot younger and abit bigger . Just me and 2 girls on a saturday morning. One says to other ‘ Im really tired and going back to bed , but theres no one there to tuck me in’ whilst looking straight at me.
I simply ignored her and continued bench pressing a bar that I had loaded up just to impress these 2 lasses. D’oh.
Met a lass on a ski hol, she was with a bloke , invited round to hers for night out afters with a few others. I stayed in her bed , she slept on the sofa… She then invited me round for NYE but then blew me off .

Last holiday a few months ago petite little blonde essex girl ( roadie ) wanted to come to my room to ‘investigate’ my BikeBox Alan. I realised on the plane it probably actualy wasnt the bikebox she wished to investigate.

I just am oblivious , and am a total relationship failure. In the middle of a 20 yr ‘dry spell’ and have amazing turned down more women than I have actualy slept with. and they are both single figure numbers.

Too old now and almost dont care anymore

This is highly depressing I must say. Funnily enough….and it might be an age thing as I’m getting old….but I have recently been reminiscing about the missed opportunities as they won’t come round again!

Me too.

Jakki. A customer of mine when I had a petrol station. Mid 30’s like me. Classy, very very attractive, shy but oozed sex appeal. She didn’t actually suggest anything but the look in her eyes said it all. Even then I didn’t realise it. 😥

Was with a few friends last night and found out about another missed opportunity! All because I mentioned this thread…

Helen: she was in my sister’s year at school (2 years younger than me) and was one of those quiet girls that just get better looking the longer you look at them, she was also lovely in a slightly quirky way. I was (and still am if I’m honest) smitten. My female friend knew this and was determined to keep us apart, warning me off Helen at every opoortunity! It became a joke after a while that Helen knew about that every time we were in the same room/pub our mutual friend would constantly be between us knives drawn 😆 This went on for a decade, more as a bit of fun as I thought Helen was not interested at all.

Last night that mutual friend that kept us apart all those years confided that Helen did like me back then but she kept us apart as she thought I’d be a bad influence on Helen 😐 (Yes, I did check it wasn’t that she wanted me for herself 🙂 ). Ironically Helen has lurched from one outwardly nice bloke but really an idiot to another in that decade. Our mutual friend only told me all this as she’s lost touch with Helen for a while now so thought it wouldn’t do any harm 😕

Why is something so normal so bloody complicated 👿

I’ve always gone for the bookish, good and down to earth girls; cute eyes, slender and slightly square. The ultimate one was called Libby. I just couldn’t bring myself to ruin that lovely girl. 🙁

The pretty blonde lead singer from the band I saw last night… was going fine till I tried to talk to her

& about a million girls from plenty of fish/tinder…

Thinking of the of the other relationships and lives that could have been – across time – puts me in mind of the incredible improbability of me being here and my kids being here too.

That way lies ruin.

If you’d decided to go to another bar, or had another pint in the pub before leaving for the club, or……

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4bNAvzR9vM[/video]

Our first dance was to this.

There’s definitely a few, but tbh all the ones I let get away- I like to think my Spidey sense was warning me something was amiss