Young and in love.
Cheers Legless. Your personal life is fast becoming my favourite soap opera!

So onto myself.

Young love was a strange one for me, consisting as it did of liking people and then thinking 'they'll never like me, I am wierd, people don't understand my words and everyone thinks I'm a boy' This at the age of 10, no less! But there was a boy called Alex. He was tall, blond, well built and had a cachet of mystery gained from coming from 'away' and joining junior school late.

But we got on very well. I would rollerskate round to his house, and his mum would give me the evil eye for skating in on her wooden floors (our house had carpets, 2 kids and a menagerie of animals- mum wasn't overly bothered about the state of the floor). He woudl come round to my house and we would play in the woods. Until one day when some little bitch in my class (who *just happened* to have breasts, and I basically taught to read) stole him from under my naive, sensitive and very hurt nose. Men! And indeed women!
(clapper, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:41, Reply)