
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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Art.
The guy from here.
I think its the eyebrows.
Now, if only I could draw like our JollyJack, firstly Art would lose all his clothes in mysterious fire...
( , Sun 1 Oct 2006, 21:00, Reply)
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