when an 18-year old
I wasn't really thinking about boffing the girl of my dreams, who had agreed to go out with me, but I knew that to be different and interesting (no self-confidence back then) I had to find a niche. Hearing that women liked 'dangerous' guys I decided to elaborate on my interest in matters occultish by explaining that I was worried about being pursued by a demon that I'd happened across in a Crowley-esque ceremony involving a mental journey into the inner psyche. I explained that I was worried about her being implicated as someone in my life who would be a target for said demon 'Azol'.

I still can't work out why I thought that this would make her rush into my arms and beg for protection from the infernal forces of hell. I can't work out why I thought that she would view me as having interesting hidden depths. I can't work out why I thought this would give me an aura of mystique that would get around and imbue me with a character' among other students at the 6th form college i attended at the time.

she fucked me off -i.e. got rid of, not 'fucked'- pretty quickly (well, I did choose to deliver this story when she was in hospital with a broken ankle or something) for some reason and while we made up and got on later on (probably becase I also implied that I was close to developing epilepsy) and I saw her once on a visit while up in Manchester where she was at University, I'd well and truly fucked things up forever.

Sent her a 'hey how's it going' note through friends reunited the other month and still no reply.

Bollocks. She was lovely.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Fri 13 Apr 2007, 16:37, Reply)