How I laughed
When I was 6 I was madly in love with a boy in my class who I'll call Mark, for that was his name. For several weeks we sat together at storytime, he with his arm casually draped around my shoulders, me smirking smugly to all the jealous girlies, for I was the only one who had managed to ensnare myself a man (yes OK, I KNOW he was only 6 but we ALL fancied him). Then one day he decided he loved someone else (it was always love at that age) and asked me if the letters F and O meant anything to me. Yes that's right, it was curtains for me and Mark. What shabby treatment. I was crushed.

Fast forward a few years and I'm in a cheesy nightclub with a few pals. One of them staggers gleefully back from the bar saying she has just met someone we went to school with... you've guessed it, I was about to come face to face with my first love, the one who so cruelly spurned me. I rose up to my full height and hastily checked my lippy in a nearby mirror. I was ready. I sauntered casually towards the bar. I trembled at the thought of wowing him with my new found sophistication, and then snogging his face off (we had not yet discovered snogging during our first liaison.)

A surprise awaited me. He was all of 5 foot and had shoulder length ringlets. Now I know why his mum always kept his hair so short.

Legless, I'm sad that I am not on your list :(

But I can't make your party anyway, I'm not in the UK that weekend. If Stusut turns up, kidnap him for me. I want him as a pet.
(Mad McMad, Thu 20 Oct 2005, 16:32, Reply)