Inappropriate crushesAs a teenager I was obsessed by my piano teacher - I hated playing the piano, but carried on because she was so lovely. OK, it was because she used to wear very plunging necklines.
I even stopped practicing because the worse I was, the more she'd sit at the piano to show me how to play a piece and I could stand behind her and look down her top.
Aaaaargh. Confess your own crushes so I don't look like a breast-obssessed stalker.
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chthonic, Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
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Misplaced affectionBack at college I spent two years obsessing over a girl. We were good friends and there was even one opportunity when (she's told me since) that she would have let me pull her, if only I'd had the guts to ask. Instead I wussed it for the best part of 20 months.
However, on month 21 there came a day when I did pluck up the courage to ask. It came off the back of her positive response to the latest loving poem I'd drafted for her (fuck off - I was 17). Reaching deep within myself I announced that I loved her.
She was overjoyed. Gave me a hug and made me feel like king of the world... I felt superhuman. I could have done anything... right up until the moment she admitted that she'd been secretly enjoying the lady love with our good friend Rachel for well over a year (I'd often wondered why Rachel hung around so much).
And that, my friends, is how you crush a man's spirit. Tell you what though - got many a good wank fantasy out of the new scenario, so it wasn't all bad.
Forget length - think of two birds touching themselves up...
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DickieDoesDallas eshews witty slogans, Fri 29 Sep 2006, 6:13,
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