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I can't remember her name. Rebecca I think. We used to play monkeys in the rhododendron bushes at the edge of the big playground. She was lovely. We were 5.

C'mon, tell us about your first love

(, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:31)
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The first time.
Well, the first time I told someone that I loved them was to Dill. He was my first BF and I really thought that I did love him, but on reflection I realise that I really never did...

Anyhoo the first time I told someone I loved them and meant it, was completely randomly in the pub when I suddenly realised that I was very much in love with the man sitting next to me (I did know him, it wasn't a stranger). He looked so shocked that I didn't bring it up again...

Until he did. About three days later, he said 'You didn't really meant what you said before did you?' and me being a complete dumbass thought that this was his nice way of saying 'Your insane.' So I replied with 'Um, yeah, of course, don't know what I was thinking'.

He started going out with his GF again and I was left alone. He barely talks to me now...

It's definately up in the top 5 stupidist moments of all time.

This QOTW is by far one of the most depressing. I feel quite sad now.

Thanks so much for heaving up the unbearable pain B3TA.

No really, thanks x

*curls up and cries*

Edit; Guilt trip was a few weeks ago. Damn.
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 11:54, Reply)
Then again
maybe my first love was crisps.
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 11:39, Reply)
I thought I'd had my first love until I met my current girlfriend...
...and realised I'd never really loved anyone before. Don't get me wrong, I really liked some of the girls I've been with, but they all just pale in comparison. I think the thing that defines real love is just how much you annoy the living shit out of each other, but stay together nonetheless. Now, after three... 1,2,3... HUUUEEEERRRGRGRGGGGHHHHH!!!
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 11:38, Reply)
I was 6.
We held hands during story time at nusery.

I remember she posted a letter saying, 'tick yes or no if you would like to go out with me'

I tried to kiss her behind her mums washing hung on the line, as i thought thats what you were supposed to do. She ran off!
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 11:23, Reply)
When I was 12
I was madly in love with a boy called Chris, we started dating but I got bored, dumped him 5 months later and started seeing his best mate Michael instead.

Six years later I found myself working with Michael who was by then in a gay relationship with Chris.

Could have made an interesting threesome I suppose.
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 11:20, Reply)
I was four, he was almost five. He told me he wanted to marry me. Then the bastard moved. Then I moved, and got married to a lad named Alan. Then he kissed my best friend. And that was my first fictonal devorce.
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 9:54, Reply)
Nicola Tate
First love, must have been about 5-6 years old at the time (details lost through the passing of time), we used to play kiss chase as you do. She would write me love letters telling me how many times I had kissed her that day and send me valentines etc.

Kept these letters for years, not sure why must have been yearning to be loved.

She ditched me after a while, can’t remember exactly why but I'm sure it was she fancied Henry who lived up the street from her.

Ah well not really a funny or amusing anecdote, but the truth none the less.

Just life I guess , sometimes boring , sometimes times funny , sometimes they leave you for an thick ugly mong child ….. bitter ? Nah 30 years later and I’m getting over it.
(, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 0:54, Reply)

(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 23:56, Reply)
My first love - *sigh*
I had my first 'infatuation' with a guy called David who i had liked for ages - like several years- and he was my maths teachers son. He was the same age as me and didnt fell the same way:( I did the usual of telling all my mates who then proceeded to tell him to my immense embarassment, and he just laughed at me.) Once he knew i liked him he used to flirt with me, and do the strange thing of finding out all my maths test results, then say next time i met him 'i know what you got in so and so test' That was at about age 13. I flirted with him whenever i went to his house but it didnt lead to anything. then a year or so later when i had (kind of) forgotten about him he turned up at a party at my house for my mums birthday, and during the evening kissed me and told me 'i really fancy you.' Luckily i actually thought it was a dream when i tried to remember it, so i didnt act on it and he didnt do anything either, so we just really forgot each other thank god. A year later i met my current boyfriend (at 15) and he really is my first love - were still togeather 4 years and 2 months later! - I couldn't be happier. My boyfriend is smart (doing a maths masters) funny, good looking and fancies me like crazy, the guy i used to like had to re-sit a levels cause he failed all his and is now doing a goegraphy degree. I think i got off quite easily.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 23:43, Reply)
Right, this is off-topic, but just too funny.
He wasn't my first love, nor my last. In fact, it wasn't really love at all, more like eight months of screaming interspersed with shagging and road trips.

But he's the first man with whom I have been trapped on a roof, naked, for more than an hour. That's got to count for something, if not love.

The story goes: Being young, crazy, and in possession of a small single-story apartment with a walled garden and a flat roof, we boosted ourselves (by climbing onto the garden wall), bare-assed, one evening to watch the sunset. Why we did it naked, I don't remember.

Coziness ensues, very romantic, very risque, et cetera. Quite nice, really.

Quite nice until my loud, drunken, horrible neighbor comes home. With a friend. And decides to have a drink in her garden. Which shares a wall with my garden. The wall we've put the ladder on. So, in effect, we can't climb down until she goes inside, unless we feel like showing her our goodies.

Keep in mind, gentle reader, that at this point, I lived in a desert. Deserts, although hot during the day, drop in temperature very, very rapidly at night.

We had climbed up to watch...the...sun...set.

Cue me and him, naked and shivering, no longer feeling romantic at all, waiting for the drunken bint next door to stop drinking and go indoors. We couldn't even walk around, for fear someone would spot the two naked idiots on a roof.

Well after dark, she went indoors, and we scrambled inside, frozen and shivering. Romantic mood completely shredded. Destroyed. He drove himself home, I went to bed.

Off topic, I know. But had to be told.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 23:29, Reply)
What exactly did I do to her??
Typical teenage romance:
Went on holiday, met a really nice girl, hung round her for a few days (didn't even snog!), swapped addresses and phone numbers.
We arranged to meet up, but she then changed her mind and in a typical twattish hormonal moment I rang her number and ended up telling her younger brother that if he didn't put on her on the phone the bogeyman would come in his sleep and kill him!!

A few years later, spotting her on Friends Reunited, I decide to send an email to kind of apologise, only to get the following cryptic reply...

"I have to confess that i'm not sure that i do know who you are.
I don't want to offend you, but did you live in Godalming? (i hope so otherwise your going to think me a bitch).
If it is you, then i have a feeling that you may already think me a bitch!
However i think that you may have been my first love and in which case, having celebrated my 25th birthday on saturday, i am fondly reminded of what got me into the current romance related disaster.
Let me know if it is you.

Despite replying, I never did find out what I had done to push her into 'romance-related disaster'

Sorry Alison!!
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 23:11, Reply)
They say you never forget the name
but i have, i think it began with M, she was really into horse riding , and trying to be the impress it all , I turned up one day to go riding with her. I have never been so scared in my life.

Still 16 years on, and i would like to say i dont do stupid things to impress girls i like, but that would be lying.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 22:36, Reply)
My love life is essentially a train wreck.
I had a girlfriend when I was five, I think, but I can't remember anything at all about that at all, and I had a couple of crushes around 11 or 12, but nothing interesting happened there, and they weren't really serious, just "hey, she's nice looking" or "hey, she acts nice to me". Skipping over those, because there's really nothing of note there.

Anyway, that moves me to when I was 13, I was chronically unpopular at my last school, and thusly I was a paranoid little bugger.

There was a girl who I thought was very attractive (I still think she's the most beautiful person I've ever met) who asked me out via a messenger, thinking it was a joke, I said, "No." - realising by her reaction that it was, in fact, serious, I swiftly proceeded to be too shy to actually say that.

Second girl, also very attractive, pinched my arse on the way to Art, and pinned me agaisnt the wall and tried to kiss me. Being the complete twat I was, I thought it was all a joke - again. Naturally, it had to all be a dare.

Nevertheless, my affection for this girl, who I spoke to, maybe once a month (this trend has continued in the years since, she's very pleasant to speak to, but I never really see her), grew and grew.

Late in the year, her friends realised that she fancied me, and said loudly in earshot that she fancied me, and she replied, "Well, so what?"

Instead of doing what would be correct, I swiftly proceeded to get hit by the paranoia and the shyness again, "this can't be true, must go away to think it through" and "oh my god, it's mutual! ... shame I'm such a pussy."

For the next few weeks, friends of hers said that she fancied me, I still couldn't believe it, and completely failed to act.

Then, girl number one surfaced again, she asked me to a party, obvious in retrospect that she still liked me and took my rejection of the other girl as affirmation that I was available.

Unfortunently, I failed to pick up on that at the time, and began to fall in love with her at that point. Although we became firm friends, I hadn't gained enough confidence to ask her out, before I did, she moved on and got a boyfriend.

I'm not sure what happened there, she's still got one now, but I'm not sure if he's the same one. Unfortunently my year off with cancer somewhat disrupted my knowledge of current social events.

Anyway, here I am now, with the same love (or maybe it's just an exceptionally resilient crush, whatever) for two years, hoping that she breaks up with her current boyfriend at some point, so that I can at least tell her, without looking like a total dick.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 22:25, Reply)
I Was Somebody Else's First Love
But I really didn't deserve her....

My first post on this topic talked about Anne, my first love. Now there's a prelude to that story and it involved a fantastically cute girl who I’ll call by her nickname - Tufty.

Tufty, Anne and Debs were the core of the Convent Girls who I knocked around with in my late teens. When I first met them it was Anne who I picked up first but, after the first night (no funny business - I walked her home, that's all), it was Tufty who was most smitten with me.

Tufty was a short redhead with incredible norks. She was just under 5 foot tall and her carriage was always "shoulders back" which showed off her attributes to the best advantage. This wasn't some way of displaying herself - it was just her natural way of walking - it was totally instinctive. She was also the shyest and least experienced of our crowd but she had an innocence and an absolute honesty about her which endeared her to everyone who met her. She was, just loveable.

The first few times I "got off" with her was always at various parties where the parents were away and we'd generally end up in some bed or other or crashing on someone’s floor but always with at least a few other people in the same room as us. As I was an insensitive, callow, youth, I'd try like hell to get her undressed and have my wicked way with her but was always repulsed with slaps and kicks until I'd give up and sleep nursing a raging hard-on and vow never to get off with her again the cock-teasing bitch.....

I really couldn't understand what the hell was going on. When we were out on the town with the crowd, she'd always make sure she was just at my left-hand side, always just within reach. In pubs, she'd slip her arm around me, walking from pub to pub we always walked arm-in-arm, yet as soon as we were alone (under a duvet counts as alone OK?) she'd kiss me like she was trying to devour my soul but if I tried to lay my hands on her naughty bits she'd freeze and the push me away. I was totally confused...

Anyway, after a few months I got tired of trying and eventually fell in love with her best mate Anne who had absolutely no problems succumbing to my charms. Tufty was devastated when Anne and I got together and pined for almost a year but was still friends with both of us....

About a year into my relationship with Anne we got to talking about Tufty and it turned out that she'd been sexually abused by some un-named person when she was growing up. I felt about *this* high. A bloke she loved and trusted (me) was only interested in getting inside her knickers.

In my defence I can only offer ignorance. Sexual abuse in those days was something to hide, to be ashamed of, and to never talk about and I had no experience of the subject.

Still, all ended well. After about a year Tufty started seeing another of our crowd, a quiet, gentle guy called Derek. They were together for about a year before she surrenderd her virginity to him. At Reading Rock Festival. And she told pretty much everyone she met the day after that she'd finally gotten laid the previous nigh. Derek just walked around that day with a sloppy grin on his face looking slightly stunned.

Derek deserved her - I didn't. They married a few years later and, as far as I know, they're still together.

Derek had the love, the patience and the kindness which I lacked back then and they really did make a great couple. They really were made for each other.

But, a couple of years later, Tufty, Derek and a few others of our crew were drinking around Newcastle when we ended up in a bar which neither me, or Tufty liked so we said we'd meet the rest of them in another of our more regular haunts, The Farmers. So me and Tufty beetled off up the road to the Farmers. We'd been in there about 20 minutes when Derek arrived, puffing and blowing to find me with my arm around another redhead and Tufty talking brightly to me and new pick-up. He looked ready for a fight and then very confused....

It turned out later that one of the group I'd left in the bar I didn't like had been winding Derek up about me and Tufty.

"Legless banged my girlfriend last week. Looks like it's Tufty's turn this week" he said (Only slightly true. The week before I'd slept with his EX-girlfriend. And the guy wasn’t part of our normal crowd - he was just a hanger-on...)

But, it all turned out OK. I remained friends with Derek and Tufty until I left Newcastle and moved on to other things.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 22:20, Reply)
Ready for a tipsy turvey long ass story?
Well, I wont hold back on peoples names, and i wont deny that i was a fool throughout all of this. But here we go.

i was 15. so was she, her name was gemma, and we sat on the same table in maths at school. After MUCH convining, i talked her into giving things a go.

All was peachy for the 1st three months, and THEN thats where it started to get sticky.

We were on the bus back to her house one day when we bumped into a guy she had been out with. I had been told that it was a while ago and that it was old news. Thing is that when he asked how long we had been together, he said 'Thats not right... we were together still on my birthday' (a few weeks previously)

ok, strike one, she wasnt single when we got together. But i was hooked allready. I yelled a bit and that was that. for a few weeks, when all of a sudden this guy 'ANdy' began texting her a lot, now, i know that they used to be friends (at least thats what i was told) but seing as the guy refused to meet me, i was allways a bit on edge, (i now know that they were together before i met Gemma) and i allowed her to see her on the condition that it wasnt in any sorta situation that it could be seen as dodgy (by this point in the relationship ive learned not to trust her completely).

Ohh, then there was the little shit in the year below us who told all his mates that they had been up to edroom games and was willing to be beaten to a pulp for the sake of not lying to me.

then there was the 50+ artist who was 'doing her portrait' and i was NEVER allowed to even suggest that i went with her and after about 18 hours at his house there was no evidence such portarit had been started, then she gets text messages saying 'i still love you' from him.

I snapped. i threw a wobbly and tried to leave her. She wasnt having any of it. and didnt see him again just to set my mind at ease.

(did i meantion that in a mild panic before an operation i had proposed to her? ages before this, back just after the guy on the bus)

ok, so now theres how many? 4 guys?

it gets better. (to read, worse for me who lived thru all this shit)

We start college together, september 04, i get a job, working in a shop. a couple months in she dropps out and goes into work, (at the same shop as me)

THEN she gets preggers and refuses to abort the kid.

THEN she leaves me and runs off with the manager.

THEN i find out she had aborted it without telling me (cheers soo much for the 3 months of MILD panic)

THEN she leaves my ex-manager and he phones me up to hear my side of everything.

we became very close m8s and talk daily, im moving up to rent a room of him when i finish college.

oh yeah, when she left the manager, she moved in with his ex-lodger, who's a one stroke wonder. he's 34, smokes and drinks heavily.

i hope she cheats on him, gets AIDS and dies.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 21:49, Reply)
First Love and Loss
I was 17, she was a gorgeous but slightly crazy, everyone liked/fancied her. Was scared of talking to her (was painfully shy) Decided I love her after sitting behind on the bus watching her hair shine in the sun (it was strange time for me), started talking, then sitting next to her on the bus! She got a boyfriend, I was Gutted, though hopped it will end horribly, I got a girl-friend, stopped sitting next to her, finished college and never spoke to her again.

Split-up with my then girl-friend after she became mental. Life’s a bastard!

Hello Mary-Ann if you’re reading this.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 21:28, Reply)
kissed me in the sandpit when I was 4, then he showed me his winky, then my dad busted him and yelled at him to go home.

Aaaah, young love. *sigh*
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 21:09, Reply)
so pathetic
tragic from the start, met him on holiday, spent a few nights with him when we came back to england then he fucked off to the other side of the world and i spent 4 months crying over him. least i lost some weight that christmas
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 20:48, Reply)
i would have been 6 or 7
she was called tamsin. we met on some cornish language weekend and were inseperable, never saw her again but wrote for a while. happy days
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 19:35, Reply)
Had to do a wayback on my head
I was seven or eight, and I had been forced on a PGL holiday. No parents, no-one I knew. Having a miserable time. Until I met Fiona, who was older than me and whom I now remember nothing else about other than that I did act very much a lovesick fool. Nearly crashing the go-kart I was on when I saw her walk past, nearly doing incredibly stupid things with the archery arrows while not concentrating because I was thinking about her, she was probably the most dangerous thing that happened to me while I was on this camp. Nothing ever happened though, as I was very shy back then. Went home, didn't miss her, don't even remember her now bar when people ask questions like this.

Ten years or so on and I've been going out with my first proper girlfriend for a month now, and she's absolutely lovely and I think she may feel the same way about me, so I'll call that the real thing.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 19:05, Reply)
true love? ha ha ha ha gotta be kiddin
well ive been going out wit a girl for almost 8 months. shes beautiful, smart and really nice. i wodnt trade her for any1 but during are relationship weve had our ups and our downs. yesterday i met her lil sister now i think im goin to die. :P ive broken her heart by accident and the same wit me. gd times. cant wait till i can go to her place. :D
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 19:02, Reply)
Hmm, lemme see
I think she was called francesca (or something) my mum and hers were at college together, I used to go to her house and play in the koi pond. Last time I saw her, she gave me favourite doll. Ah, memories.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 18:43, Reply)
I used to know a doorstep called Bobina. It had a large cat print in it and the word: "word" scraped on it. My life has never been the same since.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 18:13, Reply)
...she was like a christmas tree fairy. On my sixth birthday she gave me a 24 pencil colouring set; each pencil was embossed with my name. I found one last year (I'm now 26) in a draw in my room, battered, slightly chewed and orange.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 17:45, Reply)
First boyfriend:
His mate came up to me in the playground with the classic line "My mate fancies you". I turned down 3 of the mates asking me to go out with the shy suitor saying he had to ask himself. When the poor lad finally plucked up the courage to come over in person, I said yes, and he happily went back to his friends. Then 2 mins before the bell I went over to him and dumped him. Cruel bitch that I was.

First relationship:
We met at my uncle's wedding in Glasgow, danced all night, even held hands at the end of the night. No, we didn't actually get round to snogging (and I was 15, such a disgrace). Unfortunately I was only back in the country for the wedding, and left 2 days later. A long correspondence followed, with letters of gargantuan proportions. When I returned to Scotland, we finally started going out, but it fizzled out in the end.

First shag:
I waited till uni (what a good girl I was back then) before falling for his charms. I truly believed we'd get married. It took me 4 years to listen to my friends telling me what a manipulative b*stard he was, and finally ended it.

First heartbreak:
I'd always been smart enough to dump them before they dumped me, so being on the receiving end hit me hard. What hurt the most was that I didn't even see it coming. It had been a long-distance relationship, which was the main problem.
I'll never quite forgive myself for the period that followed then. We'd said we would "stay friends". Well, I didn't realise that was just a line made up to make the dumper feel better about things. I turned into the psyco hose bitch from hell, did everything short of boiling the bunny. Even turned up on his doorstep unannounced one night. (From over 200 miles away, that must have been a little scary.) Ye gods I was a mad woman. I still plead temporary insanity.

First love:
Still waiting. He's got to be out there somewhere.

Apologies for general soppiness and ranting, but boy was this theraputic. If I had more sense I'd just delete this rather than posting it, but then I've read all your crap, you might as well read mine :p

F x
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 17:29, Reply)
Love at first sight!
I was going to post an exceptionally long story about how I managed to fuck up this strange phenomena, but it really does go on for a long time.

I'll just leave you with this.

I fell in love, then I turned into a complete twat, argued a lot and watched the relationship I thought would last for ever fall apart around me!

Although it wasn't all down to me, most of it was, we split nearly two years ago and it still hurts like hell cos I know deep down that it should've been for keeps.

It doesn't matter how many unfortunate women i've left in my wake since then, they can't even begin to compete.

If you read this Jess i'm sorry and I still love you!
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 17:27, Reply)
Still On Topic - Just
There's so many first loves I could talk about. First author I loved (I'm a reading freak - I read more than anyone I've ever met. I've even been known to read Mills And Boon or the back of a cornflake packet if there's nothing else around. I prefer cornflake packets. Plots less predictable...), first animal I loved, first country I loved, first drink I loved - Christ, so many "first loves" I could talk about.....

But I think it'll be first pub I loved.

Quick tale about my first special pub and why I loved it. I used to drink in a place called "The City Tavern" or The Tavern to us regulars and it was that pub that made me grow to love Geordies and the Newcastle Nightlife. I had my 21st Birthday in the Tavern and I remember it well - for a couple of reasons.

At the time, the fashion for the ladies (at least in my hippy/biker circle) was to wear white grand-dad type shirts (no bra), tight faded blue jeans and leather boots. And mighty fine they looked as well. On my 21st, the corner of the pub which we "owned" had about 40 hippy/bikers of varying ages. As I'd been on the piss all day, when my harem arrived (the bunch of girls who used hang out with my clique) I was already 7 sheets to the wind. Now I love tomato ketchup. Always have, probably always will. So one of the harem had bought me a catering size jar of Heinz Tomato ketchup all wrapped up in pretty birthday paper. She handed to me and, being drunk, I promptly dropped it.

Smash! About a gallon of tomato ketchup splattered over the floor. So what could we do in the circumstances? Yup. That's right....


So I picked a handful of tomato ketchup and threw it at a bunch of the girls. As they were wearing white shirts, it looked as if they'd been machine-gunned! Pretty soon it turned into a free-for-all and the whole pub got involved. Bloody great fun.

But the reason I loved that pub so much? 20 years later I went back to the Tavern. It had all changed and had bloody penguins on the door. (Bouncers to the uninitiated). I made my way down to the corner of the pub that always used to be ours and was nostalgically thinking about the times we had there. And then I noticed a bleb on the wall and pressed it and then smelled my finger. After 20 years it still smelled of tomatoes ketchup! My 21st was written into the very fabric of the building!

Now that's what I call a true love.....



P.S - if you want a shagging story, there is a strange one from that very night but I think I'll save that for another time.....
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 17:17, Reply)
On the wings of love, only the 7 of us......
Oh my first love.

Her name was Helen, and I loved her so much it hurt. She was , funny, incredibly intelegent and looked like Hannah from S Club 7, but better. After knowing her for about two years we finally got together (after much to-ing and fro-ing I hasten to add, which culminated in me being arrested for kidnap, but thats a different story)

Anyhoo... we were together for about a year before I noticed anything was amiss. Many was the time we would go out on the beer, she would ask for a particular drink and when I got back she decided that wasn't what she asked for. I just thought it was her being a typical bloody woman. It wasnt, it was the first stages of "multiple personaity disorder", (you can't say mental these days). After meeting the 6 different versions of Helen in about 4 months, often within minutes of each other, we split up after she bit me, hard on the arm and I had to have 6 stitches to patch me up. She couldn't remember doing it, and I was shit scared. Last I heard she was in a "care home".

Strange thing is I still love her in my own way. But not as much as the current Mrs Cool, we've been together 8 years this year. Because she is teh best.

No appologies ever - I am teh mucho cool. (see name for proof)

Come on Legless, more tales from you please. I know you can only have one "first love", but a couple of your shagging stories would lighten the mood.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 16:50, Reply)
McBollocks, I know how you feel. I'm constantly checking back to these pages to see if there are new stories in an effort to avoid completing an assignment for uni.
So, onto first love... I remember when I was 5 fancying a girl named Sarah; all I can really remember is that I thought she was gorgeous and one time I moved out of her way so she could get past me. I never talked to her though. I met her recently, cos she's friends with one of my best friends. She is rather... large. To say the least.

My first taste of physical love was with a girl named Claire. She was mad. Like, actually mad. When I broke up with her, she sent me a blood-stained death threat. Everyone told me that she was into witchcraft, so she would probably curse me. Scary.

So, first REAL love? That would be the beautiful lady I'm with now - the future Mrs Timmels. Woo!

So there we are, first post. My cherry has quite literally been popped.
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 16:09, Reply)
fuck a duck
Aha, I know who you are!

Although I'm not Nigel or the aforementioned geek.

Weird how peoples typing styles give them away.

Edit: And I was right! *dances*
(, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 15:58, Reply)

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