I was in Year 6
and there was a sort of end of year leaving thing. Apparently everybody had to have a date. I didn't ask anyone, but being the 10 year old hunk I was, two girls asked me to it.

Unfortunatley I could only go with one (the thought didn't occur to me to go with both.)

After much consultation with my friends I decided to go with the intellgent black haired one, as opposed to the slightly dimmer but nice blonde. Of course, I really didn't want to have to tell the blonde no, simply because I didn't want to upset her. I did tell her though, and she was conspicuouslly absent from the do.

Me and the black haired girl were together two years after that, even though I rarely responded to her displays of affection (we only kissed once). Still, at least I was the first one with a girlfriend in secondary school, which helped my image.
( Lightguy hail satan, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 11:40, Reply)