I was walking home from the pub last night at about midnight when I got chatting to a girl who'd just left a party.
We hit it off straight away, so i asked if she wanted to come in for a drink.
She did, we chatted some more about general stuff and then she asked me if I'd kiss her. How could I refuse.
So we kissed for a while then her phone went off. It was her mum worried where she was. She'd phoned friends asking if she was still at the party and of course wasn't so she was undertandably panicked.
Then I found out the scary bit...this 'girl' was only 17!!
Nothing serious had happened, and I can hand on heart say I didn't lure her backl to mine for anything other than a drink.
I just woke up this morning hungover and feeling bad that I'd done something really wrong as I was 13 years her senior.
It weirded me out a little.
We hit it off straight away, so i asked if she wanted to come in for a drink.
She did, we chatted some more about general stuff and then she asked me if I'd kiss her. How could I refuse.
So we kissed for a while then her phone went off. It was her mum worried where she was. She'd phoned friends asking if she was still at the party and of course wasn't so she was undertandably panicked.
Then I found out the scary bit...this 'girl' was only 17!!
Nothing serious had happened, and I can hand on heart say I didn't lure her backl to mine for anything other than a drink.
I just woke up this morning hungover and feeling bad that I'd done something really wrong as I was 13 years her senior.
It weirded me out a little.
Nope it's not Bournemouth, it's Camber Sands which is kind of close to Hastings - only prettier and with really nice sand dunes