Janet
Ah, Janet! My first true love!

I was 21 years old, she was 18. It was the very early 90s and Cinderella and Poison were racing up the charts. My home town's population on a Saturday night was made up of rockers, pretty boys, moshers, bikers and the odd Goth. We only smoked Marlboro (only lit by a genuine Zippo); we only drank Newcastle Brown. The guys (myself included) wore long hair and bikers' jackets; the women looked like Heart. They were halcyon days!

Janet was the friend of a mate's girlfriend and seeing her for the first time was truly love/lust at first sight. Pretty in a pale-skinned English Rose kind of way. Amazing smile, deep blue eyes, petite and innocent. Smoking body.

Trouble was, I was away at Poly at the time and saw her one weekend when I came home to visit. Now, like many B3tards, I was shit at chatting up girls. All previous attempts (both of them) were unmitigated disasters (laughter and "fuck off" in that order). So, I did what any normal nervous, big-haired 21-year old rocker would do: I talked to her friend. She was a mate's girlfriend, so easy to do.

I got back to Poly and managed to get her home address, where I penned her a tome of such beauty and poetry that I was sure she would be mine.

I returned home and Janet was out with all her mates. I loved her! With an air of cockiness and ill-deserved swagger that can only be achieved with about three bottles of 'Nukey' I approached her all casual. My chat-up line had been honed for weeks. It brilliant in it's simplicity. I said "Did you get my letter?"

Confused look.

"What letter?"

Arse.

Then I fumbled around for what felt like an eternity trying to explain what the contents of said love note were. She didn't make it very easy for me and looked at me with an expectant smile. It turned out that some git had given me the wrong address (I probably shouldn't have asked her ex...). My heartfelt plea had been delivered to a women's hairdresser's up the road.

Still got a result though: asked her out, she said yes, I uncomfortably lost my cherry a couple of months later, she finished with me two days short of a year later.

Young love eh?
(Ghostlight, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 21:57, 1 reply)

You just described my early 1990's too.
Glory days. Which Poly?
(davywavy, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 11:31, closed)