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I've had it happen four times in my life. Three times it was because of alcohol or pot.
1. A sexy-as-hell lesbian picked me as her once a year male sex partner. I was too drunk to function, and probably suffering from performance anxiety. I was mortified.
2. I ate some pot brownies and was extremely stoned. My girlfriend wanted it bad, but nothing was happinning. Too stoned to fuck.
3. New Years Eve, 1983 (about to be '84). A bunch of us were celebrating at a spa, in a private room with a hot tub. A girl who was a long time friend let me know she wanted to take it to the next level. I was way drunk, the room was way hot, and Mr. Happy was a little noodle with no intention of getting hard. Damn!
4. I flew to Austin for a reunion with an ex. Back at the hotel, she slipped into something more comfortable, and more revealing, and intended to rev my engine, but my motor wouldn't start. Embarrassed? Yes. Terribly. No alcohol or drugs involved. I was able to do the deed a few hours later. That's really too bad, actually, because she ended up pregnant.
So there's my four worst sexual nightmares. I suppose it happens to everyone at least once. If this girl is a good person, and I assume she is, she will be completely understanding.
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