High School Daze
A mate of mine, B we shall call him as that is the first initial of his name, was a bespeckled little git but gained respect for being possessed of awesome confidence. The first time we saw evidence of this was our final year.

One of the girls had organised a party at her place by the beach. There was a girl in our year who was a little older, she had had to repeat an early year of schooling having come over from Sweden. I'm a girly with no interest in the muff, but even I would say she was a stunner. Blonde and able to do that slow-mo hair-flicky thing that makes the boys dribble...

However most of the guys, including B, just dribbled from afar (after going home to wank furiously). She seemed so out of their league that none of them ever asked her out. It was rumoured that she had shagged some uni student, but no one knew for sure.

Anyway... Usual party stuff happening, illicit drinking and overcharged teenage hormones. All made riper than a camembert cheese by the knowledge that this was one of the last times we would see one another.

B, our spotty protagonist, after a night of subdued drinking seemed to draw courage from the bottle. He just walked straight up to our stunning blonde and said "Come. Let's go down to the sand. Let's do what we wanna do, let me be a man for you."

Result!
(russet_gusset up the reds, Fri 11 Dec 2009, 16:54, 2 replies)

Mondo Rock, classy choice.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gujdbZ1csng
(Emily Bruce-Dickinson http://jovialfellow.blogspot.com/, Sat 12 Dec 2009, 2:41, closed)

You know
I have never seen the clip before. It is slightly sinister.
(russet_gusset up the reds, Sat 12 Dec 2009, 8:06, closed)