I posted a couple of days ago talking about "the one who got away". She was someone I dated nearly 30 years ago, but I still find myself thinking about her occasionally. What might have been if I'd been more mature, and if I'd known myself better.

She wasnt the only virgin I slept with in those days of my youth - there were two others. Maybe there was something about me back then that made me seem a good choice for their first time. I dont think I disappointed them.

One thing that does occur to me though is that simple maths would suggest that if one person has slept with three virgins, there will be others out there who have never been someone's first.

This was also the time when I developed a loathing for condoms. I still wore them obviously, but I hated everything about them. Stopping the action to put it on, how difficult they were to roll down my shaft and the mild but constant pain I felt with one on.

Of course, I know now that most of the problems were down to me using the wrong size, but back then I didn't even know they came in different sizes. I thought they were like socks, one size fits all, and the pain was just a sacrifice men were expected to make for safe sex.