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I was in a jazz bar in London after a long day drinking with some of my girlfriends. A really dashing young man came up to the bar where we were sitting and ordered drinks for him and some of his mates. I took advantage of the situation and said hello. Later on in the night, I ended up sitting with him and his friends. He was charming, a little quiet and reserved, but charming. Not going in to too much detail, I ended up going to his place that night. We were getting hot and heavy when he came in his pants. Needless to say, he was mortified. I didn't think much about it then. The next time I stayed at his place, he had the same thing happen to him. He was very embarrassed and it was awkward. The last time I talked to him, he said he needed time to think about why this kept happening to him. I don't think he'll be able to get over it. -- Claire, 22