When I was 19...
There was a gorgeous lad on my bus. Egged on by my on-off girlfriend at the time, as I got off the bus I dropped a piece of paper with a little note and my number. The landline at my parents' house.
He phoned me and left his name with my mum.
Three times.
I was not home on any of those occasions.
I did not have a mobile phone.
At one point I did 1471 and called back but chickened out.
He stopped calling. I did see him in a pub about a year later but I just legged it out. Probably best it didn't happen.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 21 Sep 2009, 11:39, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Ah, bless

( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Mon 21 Sep 2009, 11:44, Reply)

Hah, at least I'm not THIS one
liverpool.gumtree.com/liverpool/14/42672614.html

I fancy he watched wistfully throught he bars on his window as she floated by, a vision in tangerine...
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 21 Sep 2009, 11:48, Reply)