Funny how I just told this story to friends yesterday! I'm a little late to this sex party, but here goes. 6 years ago, I was 20 years old and had just moved to France for a semester abroad. I was with a friend of mine, and we had started going to the same bar regularly.

Some night, I walk in the bar and spot this tall, truly handsome stranger in the back of the place. I stop right there on the spot and freeze, because I am just entranced. I tell my friend "My god, have you seen this guy? Wow." and then he looks at me. I wait a few minutes, maybe half an hour, and walk to him without giving him a look. He's on a bar stool so I take the one next to him and order two shots (both for me). I can see from the corner of my eye that he's looking at me. He shook his head slowly, and then I looked at him and smiled. We both knew instantly we were going to end up together that night, somehow.

We spent the evening chatting, kissing, holding hands... He was much older than little 20 year old me, but I didn't care.

Around 2 am, the bar closes and we go outside. I turn around to speak with my friends after he says he needs to find his friend to let him know he won't come home. 15 minutes pass. 30. No sign of him. I looked for him everywhere, and didn't have his phone number. I left with my friends, frustrated and disappointed. I REALLY wanted to go home with him.

A guy I knew who knew him "called" him for me, but it went to voicemail. At least that's what the guy told me - he wanted to take me home so he never actually called my handsome stranger. A few days later, I get a text with my stranger's phone number in it. Apparently, he had to leave with his friend because he was puking all over the place and that took priority over me. Fair enough, if that's true. I never saw the guy again. And that's my biggest sexual regret.