I was her first love
When I was 16 and at college doing GCSE's I really fancied this girl. I think her name was aspidistra or something like that. She had really, really fugly best friend called Natasha. Imagine a human version of a vietnamese pot-belly pig...

Unfortunately, Natasha asked me out. I knew that if I refused, Aspidistra would hate me, thinking I'd said no because of her looks.As it was I just didn't know her at all. We were probably from different planets.

So I foolishly said yes, thinking it was my best chance of ever going out with Aspi... and it turned out I was her first ever boyfriend (gives you some idea of her looks - she was 16).

Only thing was, while I found Natasha really difficult both on the looks and personality front, she rapidly became obsessed with me. She wrote me horrible little notes every single lesson, and wanted to spend her every waking hour with me.

She'd get upset about me having friends who weren't her, and she'd lecture me about smoking because she imagined spending the rest of her life with me, and didn't want me to die too early.

Not surprisingly I coped for three weeks, and then told her I didn't want to know. Of course, she didn't want to hear, and kept trying to talk me out of it. Aspidistra hated me too. How could I do such a cruel thing?

As it happened, I became a Christian a few days after I started trying to get out of the relationship, so I fed her some crock about not wanting to be in a relationship right now, because I didn't want to be tempted to go too far sexually (shudder). It worked - Hallelujah!!

Apologies for length. God made it that way.
(teasus likes tea, Wed 26 Oct 2005, 16:11, Reply)