First Love
Just for Clapper... The worst love/first love.

I suppose my first true love as opposed to teenage crushes was Anne. A convent school girl (upper 6th - I'm not a pervert!) who I met while on a pissup in Newcastle. She was pretty, bouncy, great fun and we fell head-over-heels in love. Ah. But I was but a teenager myself and, as teenage blokes do, treated her terribly as I didn't want to look "soft" in front of my mates.

We were together for almost two years. Her putting up with all the shit I put her through me, acting like a complete arsehole for almost our entire time together. And then we broke up.

All of the crowd I hung around with at the time were pretty much useless with women. They were terrified of talking to them or trying to trap off with the, especially strange girls - the ones they didn't know. But they knew Anne. She'd been part of our drinking crowd for two years and, now the we were split up, she was fair game. - Only I didn't see it that way.

So. Every Friday night for the next few months I'd head off over town, join my drinking crew and then watch in horror as Anne systematically screwed her way through my friends and I'd systematically beat the crap out of them the next night.

Teenage years the best of your life? I'd rather drag my testicles over broken glass than go through that again.

Still, at least I got off lucky. That slim, full-breasted teenager now weighs about 22 stone and her gravitational pull is so much that she's captured small planets that now orbit her bulk...

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:40, Reply)