Aaahhh, young love........
My first serious interest in the opposite sex was when I was nine years old.

I was completely in awe of this terribly sophisticated, dashingly attractive and 'mature' older boy (a whole two years above me). The problem was that his friends quickly found out and endlessly took the piss. I was rather mystified that they kept on teasing me with the following refrains, "Katy's in love with Wigwam!" and "Wooo, wooyeah, everybody shake your wigwam!" (to the tune of a rather popular pop tune of the time). I thought to myself, "Why do they call him 'wigwam'?".

I was confounded by this nickname for quite sometime, until one of his friends took pity on me and explained. You see, he had a rather fetching and terribly fashionable hairstyle called 'curtains'. Anyone who remembers the late 80's/early 90's will know precisely what I mean: quite long, perfectly straight and perfectly parted down the middle (floppy hair). Apparently his friends didn't appreciate the aesthetic appeal of the 'do and dubbed it, for it's triangular appearance, 'the wigwam'.

I wasn't quite so enamoured of him after that. Oh the fickle, fickle nature of love.
(Supernatural Jelly Window, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:53, Reply)