Story of my life
I have a terrible track record. While I have gotten lucky later in life (and I thank my lucky stars every time it happens), if there were girls getting naked, I wasn't around. All the high school parties got crazy after I left for the evening, any strip game never got past underwear and when they did, I didn't happen to be there. Crazy party girls would talk about how much they'd lose their clothes and it would be true, my friends would vouch for it, but I'd never see more than some cleavage. I'd go on dates with women who'd talk about all the wild things they've done and then say "But I'm not interested in doing that anymore.", so no first date sex for me! And then there'd be women whom I was friends with and I was crushing on who'd tell me casually "Oh, yeah, I'm stripping now.", but were living halfway across the country and never told me the name of the club.
My wife used to roll her eyes when I used to tell her about these things, but over the years, she's seen for herself things like, I'll turn my head just as the cute lesbian couple kisses, I'll be running errands and "Oh, yeah, so-n-so fell out of her top", just stupid little things like that.
Like I said, I've gotten lucky a few times more recently, but, man...
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