This is a new phenomenon - and that Wilbury gif is both exciting and terrifying! But it's inspired me to share a stupid sex story.
I broke up with my girlfriend of 5 years at the end of uni, we'd become to "friendly" and it just wasn't working.
Fastforward about 3 months and my mate breaks up with his girlfriend as well who, on a night out, I decide to get with because I was feeling a bit low. He didn't (and I think still doesn't) know about this - but we have a bit of a drunken fumble on a mutual friends doorstep before calling it an evening.
She calls me a couple of days later asking if she can "come over." I should point out at this stage that I'd spent most of my teenage years in a relationship so I had very little experience with this kind of thing, but as far as I was aware she was coming over for sexy time.
Easy; shit, shower, shave around the key areas, take down my 6 year old pokemon poster and give my room a thorough tidy ready for the deed. She shows up and we make out before heading upstairs and hit the bed.
I panic. I'd had sex before but in a "one night stand" situation I had to impress her right? That's what TV had taught me. Suffice to say the panic got too much and... well... you know. Anyway - I bluffed for a bit, instead of being honest and probably carried on absolutely fine, and then did the most ridiculous "sexual avoidance maneuver" I have ever done. She gets on top before I say "was that my phone?" She says she doesn't think so, before I insist that I check anyway.
I take up my phone and call my friend (a mutual friend of myself and the girl) and keep him talking for a couple of minutes and promising to explain later what was going on.
I go back into my room to find her waiting for me before telling her "that was my ex, I'm pretty upset; you should probably go."
We have never spoken about it since.
Though since that day I have actively avoided sex with 4 different women through a variety of ridiculous escapades.