XmisterIS
Purveyor of fine nonsense
I was having a conversation with my GF while on holiday over the BH weekend regarding our experiences of dating (or trying to) as teenagers, we ended up unable to breathe for laughing!
For my part, I remember when I was 16, there was a girl (Vicky) who had joined the Lower Sixth as my year moved into senior school. I lusted after her for the two years of senior school. Nevertheless I only spoke to her once, on account of an incident that happened in the first term of the first year of the sixth form.
The first time I saw her, I felt instantly in love (as one does, when one is 16), I spent weeks trying to get up the courage to talk to her. I spent countless hours obsessing over her. My spare time was consumed by my plans of what I would say to her. I wrote several drafts of "speeches" to make to her (professing my undying love, of course). I spent a week trying to memorise individual lines, practising in front of the mirror.
The day came when I decided I would do it. I spent two hours selecting the appropriate clothing and getting my hair just right. I was pungent with aftershave and my hair was so thick with gel that a hurricane would not have moved a single hair on my head. My underpants were loaded up with talcum powder and my best and most stylish clothes adorned me. With all the effort I had put into the planning, I could not possibly fail.
I walked to the girl's refectory. There they were through the window, all of them ... and there she was ... ... in the middle of them ... oh my ...
I threw open the door to the girls' refectory ... there I stood, in my teenage finery ... I fixed her with a mesmer stare ... I strode purposefully into the room ... the chatter fell silent as all eyes turned to look at me and all jaws dropped at the sight of me with my bang-on-trend fashion, shiny concrete hair and big white patch on my crotch where the talc was beginning to come through (unbeknownst to me) ...
I marched up to Vicky and sat down beside her. I opened my mouth to deliver my well-rehearsed lines and said .... "I, I, I, I, I, ... errrr... I, I, I, you, I ... oh God ... I mean ... buggery ... and ... do you ... like ... stuff?"
Silence. I looked at my crotch. I saw the talc. I turned beetroot red and whimpered. She accorded me the kind of look one might give to a retard or a mental patient. She coughed, got up and walked away. The room erupted into laughter. I stood up and walked briskly out, followed by clouds of talcum powder.
For the remaining two years I couldn't even look at her ...
So that was it - my very first experience of dating ... crash and burn is an understatement!
What were your teenage experiences of trying to find love?
For my part, I remember when I was 16, there was a girl (Vicky) who had joined the Lower Sixth as my year moved into senior school. I lusted after her for the two years of senior school. Nevertheless I only spoke to her once, on account of an incident that happened in the first term of the first year of the sixth form.
The first time I saw her, I felt instantly in love (as one does, when one is 16), I spent weeks trying to get up the courage to talk to her. I spent countless hours obsessing over her. My spare time was consumed by my plans of what I would say to her. I wrote several drafts of "speeches" to make to her (professing my undying love, of course). I spent a week trying to memorise individual lines, practising in front of the mirror.
The day came when I decided I would do it. I spent two hours selecting the appropriate clothing and getting my hair just right. I was pungent with aftershave and my hair was so thick with gel that a hurricane would not have moved a single hair on my head. My underpants were loaded up with talcum powder and my best and most stylish clothes adorned me. With all the effort I had put into the planning, I could not possibly fail.
I walked to the girl's refectory. There they were through the window, all of them ... and there she was ... ... in the middle of them ... oh my ...
I threw open the door to the girls' refectory ... there I stood, in my teenage finery ... I fixed her with a mesmer stare ... I strode purposefully into the room ... the chatter fell silent as all eyes turned to look at me and all jaws dropped at the sight of me with my bang-on-trend fashion, shiny concrete hair and big white patch on my crotch where the talc was beginning to come through (unbeknownst to me) ...
I marched up to Vicky and sat down beside her. I opened my mouth to deliver my well-rehearsed lines and said .... "I, I, I, I, I, ... errrr... I, I, I, you, I ... oh God ... I mean ... buggery ... and ... do you ... like ... stuff?"
Silence. I looked at my crotch. I saw the talc. I turned beetroot red and whimpered. She accorded me the kind of look one might give to a retard or a mental patient. She coughed, got up and walked away. The room erupted into laughter. I stood up and walked briskly out, followed by clouds of talcum powder.
For the remaining two years I couldn't even look at her ...
So that was it - my very first experience of dating ... crash and burn is an understatement!
What were your teenage experiences of trying to find love?