It's true!
Stuff that happens when you're young bends and shapes your "tastes for the bizzare" for when you're a grown up. For instance..

When I was a young and tender Sparklet, I had a bit older (18 to my 14) boyfriend. Who even then seemed a bit, well, "normal" but not in any way I could put my finger on.
But he had a friend. Who was funny, witty, and as much of a music anorak as I was. We used to sit and natter about life, the universe, and Led Zeppelin's back catalogue.
And much to my despair, I watched him form liasons with a couple of friends of mine, and I lent a shoulder for him to cry on,when it went tits up, as I always knew it would.

And he had dark brown eyes, and red hair. And he got away, apart from a secret, secret snog on his 19th birthday. When I seriously felt the universe drop away from me and my (sensible white) knickers melt with sheer, unspoken desire.

He's now very happily married to a lovely nurse with two beautiful sons, so I'm not going there. But the whole thing left me with an abiding desire for red haired men.. the way they look, their smiles, their freckles, they are just beautiful..
And it's all his fault..
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 23 Oct 2009, 21:30, Reply)