Shane, the long haired rocker.
Back when I was at the local Further Education college, I was studying P.E. - this was before the arthritis kicked in and I became a spacker.
There was a boy on my bus who used to smile at me every morning, and he was an art student. He was DROP DEAD GORGEOUS, and he was a long haired rocker.

At the time, I was training for a canoe trip down the Yukon River in Canada, and needed some art work doing for a specific fundraiser.
My 17 year old brain thought it would be a good idea to ask the long haired rocker to do it for me, and lo, he actually talked to me and did the artwork I needed. By this point, we were getting along really really well and I was smitten with him. I'd go home and think sexy thoughts about him and as I'd just discovered masturbation, my nights were heaven!

I was sat on the bus one day shortly after he'd done the work for me, and was coughing like mad. He came and sat next to me and uttered the immortal line:
"Hi, my name's Vic(k), would you like a chest rub?"

Dated for about 6 months, but it was the best pickup line ever!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 3:36, Reply)