
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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Brought a friend home from school once. She was beautiful. Really blew my head off. Not in that way, now. But yeah. Her mother left us years ago, so it's just me and the hand now.
God though. That girl was fucking gorgeous. She'd be eighteen now, same as my little un. Ooh.
( , Mon 2 Oct 2006, 5:12, Reply)
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