Inappropriate crushes
As 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.
( , Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
As 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.
( , Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
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Very inappropriate
For years I've had this female email buddy. We exchange regular messages about what's happening in our lives and stuff, but I'd never seen her in person until April, when she suggested we meet for a beer or three and put the world to rights as consolation considering we were both having the week from hell.
Anyway, I travelled over to Covent Garden to meet said pal, who turned out to be probably the loveliest lass I've ever clapped eyes on - she makes Helen of Troy look like Helen Daniels. And she's funny, clever and gracious to boot. Oh dear...
Unfortunately I tend to go straight into "bumbling idiot" mode when sat in front of any pretty lady and true to form my nervous system practically crashed and rebooted itself on the spot. I must have spent about three hours gibbering like an idiot.
Did she fancy me? Did she hell! However we are still mates despite me being very original and regularly reminding her of the fact that she is indeed lovely.
( , Fri 29 Sep 2006, 13:39, Reply)
For years I've had this female email buddy. We exchange regular messages about what's happening in our lives and stuff, but I'd never seen her in person until April, when she suggested we meet for a beer or three and put the world to rights as consolation considering we were both having the week from hell.
Anyway, I travelled over to Covent Garden to meet said pal, who turned out to be probably the loveliest lass I've ever clapped eyes on - she makes Helen of Troy look like Helen Daniels. And she's funny, clever and gracious to boot. Oh dear...
Unfortunately I tend to go straight into "bumbling idiot" mode when sat in front of any pretty lady and true to form my nervous system practically crashed and rebooted itself on the spot. I must have spent about three hours gibbering like an idiot.
Did she fancy me? Did she hell! However we are still mates despite me being very original and regularly reminding her of the fact that she is indeed lovely.
( , Fri 29 Sep 2006, 13:39, Reply)
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