I can remember once as a teenager being very happy, which is a bit strange for me.
It was the early eighties and I'd just had a perm, one of the first in my school to get one. Not one of those mad Leo Sawyer type of perms but loose and flowing. I looked fab. It was the summer and we lived near a big park that we spent all our time at. I was hanging out at the park with my best mate and a group of boys from school spotted us and came to talk. One guy called Colin asked me if him and his mate could come back later to hang out with me and my friend. He wasn't much to look at and I wasn't interested but this was the first time a guy had shown an interest. I told him to pop round our flat later and gave him the address but being a teenage girl I was a bit naughty and gave him the right street name but the wrong flat number. Me and my mate peeped out of the window later as we saw them both wandering about trying to find the right flat. Oh how we laughed.
( girlinthehole, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 20:00, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

=D

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 20:22, Reply)

First and last time I've ever been a bi-atch.

( girlinthehole, Sun 27 Feb 2011, 20:28, Reply)