The follow up
The first half of this story is here: www.b3ta.com/questions/teenagecrushes/post564037
And here is the follow up.


The brown eyed girl.
My first crush. Yeah, she phoned and we talked and talked and talked. She told me about her soon-to-be ex-husband - she'd found out what a bastard he was - throughout their marriage she'd never come first or second or even third.
I wanted to make her first in my life, I really did.
Or at least I did when I spoke to her on the phone.

We arranged to meet for coffee, catch up on life and laugh about school days.

She still wore her brown wavy hair long and her face and the whole way she moved still held memories of long gone summer days and the kids we once were. Over hazelnut lattes she told me about her dull job in an accountants and I told her about how I'd always loved her, loved her wavy hair, her big brown eyes, the way she laughed, her smile, except what I said was, "Yeah, my job's shit too." She smiled, nodded and sipped her latte.
"So, um, what's your ex doing now then?" I have no idea what made me ask that question - I wanted to know if she still loved watching old Tom and Jerry cartoons or if she remembered being engaged to me all those years ago. She looked up from her coffee and frowned a little, "I'm not really sure. I think he's seeing someone. I know you two were friends...I've got his number if you'd like it?" she tilted her head and looked at me like she thought I fancied him - it was a sort of pitying look because she knew just what a bastard he was. "Oh, right. Er, no, I was just, um, curious." FFS some days I'm an idiot. She began to rake around in her bag and wrote down his number for me. I didn't want his number but I took it and then she said she had to get back to work - there was an urgent job on and...well, you know what it's like. Yeah, I did know exactly what it was like, I nodded and smiled and said some crap about doing this again sometime soon. She smiled politely back at me and told me that would be nice and how lovely it was to catch up with old friends and how I hadn't changed a bit and hoped my mum and dad and my brother were all well. Then she grabbed her coat and left.

When I could no longer see her walking away from me I drank the rest of my coffee - it was cold and tasted rank. The slip of paper was folded up on the table, I shoved it in my pocket and forgot about it.

Soon after I began to have an on-off thing with this really sparky girl she was fun, a lot of fun, very into al fresco sex which is great during the summer but not so good when there's snow on the ground. Have you ever had a relationship with someone who fits you like a glove, almost? Deb was fit, funny, sexy and amazing in bed but - and there's always a but, isn't there? She was bright and sparky but had left school at sixteen, messed around with drugs, drink, a few criminal activities, in short - you name it and she'd done it. Everyone's got a past and mine is nothing to be proud of but when I talked about books I'd read or films I'd seen she'd just smile and slide her hand down into my pants or hers.

You know, I'm writing this now and kicking myself - why on earth did I think there was anything wrong with a woman who didn't want to talk about stuff and would rather go to bed?! Maybe I'm getting old. Anyway, Deb and I were still going at it like jackhammers most nights when I found that piece of paper again and this time I opened it up and looked at what the brown eyed girl had written.

It wasn't her ex's number.

She'd written the same words I'd said to her on that ill-fated wedding day: Will you go out with me? and a mobile phone number.

I would have phoned her right there and then - it'd only been a few weeks, perhaps a month or so since I'd had that coffee with her, perhaps she'd still feel the same way.
So what stopped me? Deb was in my bed at the time - I'd got up to get a glass of water and heard my mobile go off, it was in a jacket pocket and I ended up looking in that jacket. I may be an idiot and sometimes perhaps a bastard, but it wasn't fair to Deb or to the brown eyed girl to start anything. I put the piece of paper back in the pocket, got my water, returned to bed and wrapped my arms around Deb. I kissed her neck and hoped she couldn't tell that I wanted her to be someone else. I'd like to say that I was honorable towards Deb, kissed her tenderly and said, "I can't do this anymore; I love someone else, I think" but I didn't. When Deb turned towards me my hands found her perfect perky tits and my cock just fell right into furry cup velvet heaven - I did close my eyes though.

That all seems like ages ago now. Deb and I eventually split up - last I heard she's getting serious with a personal trainer and is happier than she's ever been before - I'm happy for her. I've still got the slip of paper and on days when it's pissing down I look at it and wonder what the brown eyed girl is doing now.
(Stiff Richard, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 10:08, 23 replies)

If you loved her truly
you would have called by now.
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 10:15, closed)

Call her.
I cannot put this succinctly enough.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Wed 11 Nov 2009, 11:06, closed)

Call her FFS!!
It might not be to late! and the way you say 'seems like ages ago' suggests it's not. Do it, you've got nothing to lose.
(Ginger_Whinger got in the newsletter!! =D, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 10:18, closed)

Call her
But she'll have a new phone and vodafone will have sold the number on to a big African body builder called 'Jengo'.

Stories like this make me weep.
( rgordon00, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 10:31, closed)

Call her
Call her, call her, call her, call her, call her call her!!!

Be a man!!! How many second chances do you need?!!!

Besides, the worst she can do is say no. Life's too short to let chances like this go by.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 10:45, closed)

You are a total coward and you don't deserve her
Speaking from a female point of view, you are a spineless twat and you should get in contact with Deb again and marry her. You clearly don't deserve all the chances you have been given and I hope that she has found someone with a SPINE!!!!!!

Men are so fucking dumb.
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 11:14, closed)

Jeez
calm down dear.
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 17:05, closed)

Aye
It's only a commercial

*runs*
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 17:16, closed)

was calm like a psychos stare
*is bitter cos been single for 3 years yawn*
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 8:56, closed)

Today is rememberance day.
Today is the day we remember all those who have died in conflict, and think about the people who can never tell their loved ones how they feel again. You are lucky enough to have this chance.

Call her.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 11:19, closed)

ARGH!
You utter tard!

Call her!
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 11:45, closed)

Hang on!
Why the faff are you writing all this on a message board and not callin her right now???????
(morrigan456 made sex wee on, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 11:52, closed)

Call her
you spaz!
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 11:55, closed)

I'm not clicking this
Until you call her.

Don't be a mongzoid, just pick up a the phone and call her.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 12:23, closed)

or if you don't call her
you can go to this site and write about what an idiot you are:

www.experienceproject.com/groups/Think-I-Have-Missed-My-Chance-For-True-Love/64888
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 12:31, closed)

I think the general theme here
is to call her.

If not, we're organising a raiding party to search your house for the number, and call her ourselves on your behalf.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 15:09, closed)

ooo great idea
Can I come? I want to tell her what a tit this dude is and to avoid him at all costs


snurk
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 16:44, closed)

you tit
either phone her or burn that bit of paper.

what's the worst that could possibly happen?
she says no. your pride takes a hefty knock. time heals it.
better to be denied than to live not knowing.
(Raol Duke, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 16:18, closed)

Based on that sound advice
I might ask this bird from work out for a drink. I know nothing of her, other than the fact she has a really pretty face, is always smiling and sounds 'fun'

And she's got, what appear to be, a really nice pair of top-bollocks.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 17:06, closed)

Go for it
What is the worst that could happen? Ok, she may laugh in your face, tell all of your colleagues, who would then speak about it behind your back so that everyone goes quiet when you enter the room, with the rumour making its way up the management who would then report you to HR for harrasment, leading to you getting fired and never being able to get work in your industry again, fall into a depression and alcoholism, lose your house and end your days on the streets jacked up on speedballs giving blowjobs to cash for your next hit. Still, better to be denied etc
(Tom Jones's Mojo Hasn't had any since, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 17:22, closed)

Fuck me, this is like a more depressing version of Curb your Enthusiasm
Either call her or flush the fucking piece of paper down the toilet, but for fuck's sake man, grow a pair and make a decision instead of mooning around at home thinking about what might have been with "the girl with the brown eyes".

Christ almighty, you made me want a cigarette and I don't even smoke.
( Michael Ellis contributes nothing, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 17:40, closed)

Were it not
for the fact I'm convinced you are A Well Known QOTW Personality In Disguise and you are, frankly, cowsitting, I would be joining in the general chorus telling you to phone her.

But have a click for a good follow-up, even if it didn't match the awesomeness of the original which is probably my favourite QOTW answer evah.
(Guy Debord cette mauvaise réputation..., Wed 11 Nov 2009, 21:25, closed)