Ah, Youth Club
I have to admit, I was cynical. I was 14, attending an all boys school. Girls were, as you might expect, a rare commodity. You had to have balls of steel* to go and hang out round the girl's school on the other side of town, so the only female contact we could expect outside of your mum and sister (doesn't count) or your mate's sister (possibly counts) or your mate's mum (probably counts) were those perfect visions of adolescent fantasy that were the '6th form girls'. Many a trek between classrooms was spent following them up the stairs, trying to get a sly look up their skirts, talking up what we would do to them if Bernard's Watch was real and we could stop time (apparently this does not constitute rape if after the normal flow of time resumes, you properly extricate your member and associated sploogings, and leave her only with a vague sense of visitation)

So when my friend asked me to go along with him to the local Methodist Youth Club, I swallowed my pride as an atheist, accepted that should I ever admit this trasngression, I would be jeered at school for going to a youth club (gay, apparently), and did it for the girls. And my God, Hallelujah, I was like a child in a sweet shop, I literally DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO START. I ran around like Cassanova on speed, chatting up girls all over that Methodist Church, releasing all my pent up desires to speak to that elusive, fairer sex.

I swear, given my levels of youthful ineptitude, unbalanced hormones and repressed urges, I would have happily asked any of them out. Towards the end of the night though, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair (the only blonde I had seen) through the glass pane in a door and I took a young man's gamble. Having only seen this girl from behind (she looked slim and tall) I walked up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and asked her out, with a brash confidence that belied my teenage nerves. As she turned, I could see I hadn't made an appalling mistake, she was pretty! (jackpot). She said no of course, she had no idea who the hell I was. But I got her phone number, and successfully negotiated a 'date' later that week (which I really only did because I didn't want my first foray into the world of women to be a failure, I realised pretty quickly that I had no interest in her whatsoever and returned to manically asking out anything that moved)

*Self esteem/confidence
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