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Tell us your biggest successes and most embarrassing failures. Not that we're after new chat-up lines, or anything.

(, Thu 10 Dec 2009, 11:36)
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My one success story
Right, after the complete failure of my last story I swore off men altogether. Fast forward to age 16, I started to pull myself back together, my regular GP came back from his sabbatical and immediately recognised what was wrong as he had known me and my family for years (there's a lot to be said for a GP who actually knows you - since moving I've not seen the same GP twice at my new surgery and I'm distinctly unimpressed), went on anti-depressants and shed the weight I'd put on, and then some (a bit too much, in retrospect). I started coming back into school part time with the help of my remaining friends, and although it was too late for me to stand a chance of even passing most of my exams, let alone get the straight A's I'd been predicted, I'd kept up with my Art coursework while I was off as the painting was therapeutic, so I managed to sit that exam and pass. I started going out to gigs occasionally, and had met a whole bunch of great new people who didn't know my history so I could start off with a fresh slate (that is, apart from the rumours that had gone round that I'd been off because I was pregnant - fortunately none of them had believed it, as I was such a blatant virgin, and were good enough never to mention it to me). One of the gigs I went to was a band of guys in my year called Sanity Departed. I got chatting to the drummer afterwards about, well, drumming, and we became friends.

I went to our school leavers ball alone. I'd asked a couple of male friends to escort me just so I didn't look like a complete loser, but they had already made similar arrangements with other friends, so I bit the bullet and turned up alone, in my mum's Ford Fiesta. Exotic, eh? I spent half the evening queuing for my official photo (again, alone - I'd been due to be in a couple of group shots but the photographer decided there were too many people, and I got chucked out of both - let down by my friends there!), so I ended up being last on the list. I somehow ended up seated opposite L, the tosser from my last story, at the meal, and he spent the rest of the evening trying to throw balls of tissue paper down the front of my dress. I rose above it and decided not to make a scene, so I buggered off to dance with my mates. During the course of the evening, I scored an invite to the aforementioned drummer friend's after-ball party back at his house. I persuaded my dad to take me after a quick change into t-shirt and jeans (and to pick me up again at about half 3/4 in the morning - to this day I'm still amazed he agreed, but I think he was just pleased to see me socialising again). I'd never been to one before, but his house parties were legendary - his house at the time was just perfectly laid out, there was always plenty of beer, good tunes, and great company. I got a little drunker than I should have, and ended up spending a good deal of the evening trying to suck the drummer's face off. Yep, I had my first kiss that night. It was one of those teenage parties where everyone was snogging everyone (haha, snogging, I've not used that word in years!). I was wearing black lipstick, and by the end of the evening, it was mostly on my chin and a couple of other guys' tongues. Including the bassist in the drummers' band, who is the guy this story is really about. As I recall, I stumbled on top of him as he was lying in the middle of the lounge, we made out, swapped phone numbers, and went on our merry way, thinking nothing of it. He mostly just remembers waking up on the floor with a black tongue. I think it was probably a good calling card!

I had zero regrets about the whole thing, and felt fantastic that people had liked me and found me attractive. I still felt a little too fragile to hook up with anyone on a long term basis, so I didn't make a move on anyone. I actually fancied the drummer a little more at that point, but he actually had a girlfriend in the year below at the time, so that wasn't going anywhere. However, they split up a little while after, and both drummer and bassist worked their way into my inner circle of friends. They were both a great laugh and I liked them both, and it soon became clear that they both liked me a lot more than I thought. They both knew I wasn't ready for anything, so they just kept it friendly, thankfully. After about a month of toeing around the subject (felt like so much longer at the time), I invited them both over for a post-exams party. Well, I invited a few people, but they were the only two that turned up, as there was a rival party going on. And they turned up late and slightly pissed, as they had already been to the other party. As the evening wore on, my attentions turned more towards the bassist. I'm still to this day not quite sure why, guess it was just some sort of animal magnetism, but by the end of the evening I was making out with him on my bed, and drummer boy was sat in the corner, mucking about on my kit as some sort of distraction.

We met up a few more times in town, just the two of us, before making it "official". We were sat on a bench in the park behind the library, our favoured quiet spot, just talking and kissing. I said "so... I guess we're, er, sort of going out now?", to which he replied, "if you want to". I smiled, kissed him again, and just said "yeah".

Fast forward 6 and a half years on, we've not been apart since, have bought a house together and got married in May. Hooray for happy endings! He always insists he was just more persistent in pursuing me than his drummer friend.
(, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 15:29, 4 replies)

I have had maany of those "I guess we are going out then" moments.They are actually pretty cool.
(, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 16:20, closed)
Aaawwww :D
I likes this, You can't beat a happy ending :D
(, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 16:27, closed)
After hearing...
I said "so... I guess we're, er, sort of going out now?", to which he replied, "if you want to". I smiled, kissed him again, and just said "yeah".

Ahhhhh. Have a click for a happy ever after!
(, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 16:30, closed)
It's them guitar players
innit. They're persistent buggers. Been engaged to mine for over two year now. Have a click !
(, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 17:18, closed)

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