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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Mrs CalvertMy form teacher at the tender age of 8 was a hatchet-faced woman with too much make-up and enough perfume to stop a bullet. She was a harsh disciplinarian who seldom smiled and who confiscated my pack of nudie playing cards (that my dad had ordered just for me from a Brut aftershave promotion).
But she had sublime knockers and used to wear a blouse with too many buttons undone. I actually prayed to God Almighty (I was an atheist even then) that the next button would pop open and reveal her naked globes.
God let me down. (And SHE gave ten team points to the class retard who copied my painting and presented it as his own idea.)
(, Fri 29 Sep 2006, 11:41, Reply)
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