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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Off the cliff, as it were...I had a female acquaintance who seemed to be of the "mitosis rather than sex" variety, a displaced Victorian. She invited myself and my better half to her house one day, wanting our opinion on Cliff Richard's musical "Heathcliff". Being Bronte affacionados, we accepted... After all, how bad could it be? Don't answer that.
After showing us about 60 pictures from the special trip to England and Bronteland for the opening night of the show, she showed us her bedroom (she was 34 years old at the time).
Every, and I mean EVERY square centimetre of space was covered by posters, photos, calendars and LP covers of Cliff Richard. Even the ceiling! To top it all off, there was a 1/2 life-size cutout by the bed - she made it herself by tiling posters, or some such. It was like being enclosed in a suitcase upholstered with Cliff Richards photos.
When I commented, weakly, that she "must find him pretty hot, then" she replied that there was nothing sexual about it and that she admired his warm personality and musical skills.
Scarred me for life.
(, Sun 1 Oct 2006, 4:51, Reply)
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