
I can't remember her name. Rebecca I think. We used to play monkeys in the rhododendron bushes at the edge of the big playground. She was lovely. We were 5.
C'mon, tell us about your first love
( , Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:31)
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Her name was Alyx. I now avoid her, after it turned out she had the intellect of a dead squirrel (all the knowledge she seemed to posess when she was about 10 was due to her parents pushing her).
She's been obsessed with Tom Cruise for over half a decade now, apparently, and wants to become an air hostess. Thank God we moved to seperate schools when we did...
That, however, could be considered a crush bought on by the onset of puberty. My first extended, intense experience with love was with a girl called Samantha, aged 13. We fancied each other to bits, and actually fooled around for a while, behind her then-boyfriend's back. She "let slip" about us to him, and they split up. Did I get a look in? Nope- she used it as an excuse so she could go out with someone else. Due to rather unusual circumstances (her lying expertly, and also being so clinically insane I couldn't really judge her), I let this slide, and for the next 2 years she made out with me as revenge every time her new bloke pissed her off. She pretended to be oblivious to my infatuation until I started telling her face to face. Needless to say, our relationship became rather strained, and we haven't spoken in quite a while...
( , Fri 21 Oct 2005, 0:07, Reply)
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