Susan
I was about seven or eight, she was probably six. Her brother was my best mate. Her mates knew I thought she was "nice." I, of course, didn't have the guts to tell her. One day in the square, as I was playing on my skateboard, they stopped me in the path. Flanked by her eight-year old bodyguards they demanded an answer from me. "Do you want to go out with her or not?" I tried to stammer an answer but the pressure was too much.
In an attempt to clam my nerves, they gave me a simple non-verbal way out. Hold up two fingers for no, three for yes.
(No, seriously)
I cunningly held up two fingers for a moment before admitting the truth and flipping the third finger up beside it's two brothers. While they oohed, aahed and cackled I took my chance to escape any more embarrassment, figuring I could go talk to her alone later, now the biggest hurdle was over. I kicked off on my skateboard (4.99 Woolworths), got a few metres, hit a crack in the pavement, fell off, smacked my forehead into the ground and spent the night in hospital with concussion and a bump the size of an ostrich egg on my noggin.
We never got it on after that.
(foolish_child, Sat 22 Oct 2005, 19:38, Reply)