Groping in the dark...
Right, I shall put the year at around 1992, so I'd have been about 14. And hormones were raging.

I was at the time madly in love with this girl, I shall call her Heidi, for that was her name. She was 15. (One of the few occasions with an older girl, but that's another story...) Just to put things in context at this stage we were "waiting to get our acts together".

Anyway, on this particular night we were round at a friend's house. Heidi was playing hard-to-get, so another friend (who I shall refer to as Danny, for that was also his name) came up with a bright idea...

"I'll turn the kitchen light off and you grab her and snog her" says Danny. Ok, sounds good. So we all spread out a bit... then *click* off goes the light.

So as you do, I grab hold of Heidi and I'm about to give her the biggest snog of her life. At this point... *click* on go the lights again and I see a black-sleeved hand retreating around the kitchen door.

And at this point the awful truth starts to dawn on me. By this point I had my arms around Danny... and if the lights hadn't gone back on I would have ended up with my tongue down his throat.

Ick.

A couple of days later when I asked him why he didn't pull away or poke me or generally make it known that I'd got hold of him by mistake he said "I thought Heidi had grabbed hold of me and was going to snog me!"

Bastard. He knew how much I liked her!

Oh well. It was a better answer than if he'd said "because I'm gay and I want your body". Now that would have given me nightmares!

In the end I never did get together with her. Probably just as well though.
(RabidRodent I'm the person your mother warned you about, Fri 24 Jul 2009, 18:16, Reply)