40 Degrees Fast Spin
I fell for my first love when I was 12 on a school trip to Whitby. He spent the weekend mocking me and dragging me around arcades.

When we returned to school I did the usual 12 year old thing of telling the school big mouth that I fancied him knowing it would get out and save me having to do the embarassing thing of talking to him. We then spent about 3 months avoiding the issue and blushing when anyone mentioned it.

He still took great pleasure in mocking me endlessly, including telling me he was going to stick my cat in the washing machine, even to the point of writing a song called 40 degrees, Fast Spin with his mate. Then one day I had particularly bad PMT and he was annoying me on the school bus so I told him to go forth and multiply. He looked up sadly and said "So you don't fancy me anymore?"

For the next 5 years we had a friendship which mostly involved him being horrid to me and me bitching at him.

In a typical teenage boy way he would turn up at my house with a bunch of his mates eat us out of house and home and we would sit and watch horror movies. My mum is really good friends with his Aunty and takes great pleasure in announcing at family gatherings that they could have been related. God, my mother is good at embarassing me.

Two years ago he came into the nightclub where I worked, and I went bright red and giggled like a school girl. So, so, shameful.
(standardcrow, Sat 22 Oct 2005, 20:52, Reply)