the only time anyone ever asked me out at school
When I was in high school I was a complete outsider. Couldn't tell you why, just was.

Anyway, the only lad who asked me out the whole time I was in school was a bit rough. Nice looking, in my year, tall, dark and good looking. Call him Mark, (for the usual reasons) Complete scally, boasted about whatever he had twokked and constantly made suggestions to me during art classes as to what he would like to do to me if he could get me bent over a stool.

I was an innocent little girlie and though this would usually frighten me off, that didn't bother me at all, he was quite friendly and flirty with it rather than intimidating (Some of the other lads used to whisper that they would rape me if they got the chance, and go into detail but that is another story).
No, what bothered me about this lad was his friends, they were awful and they frightened me something terrible. They hung around in big gangs and used to grope at me in crowded corridors, I got quite violent and kicky. No shins were safe near me.

Mark held me back after class one day and asked me out. I turned him down partly out of fear of his friends and partly because I wouldn't have known what to do with a boyfriend if I had one, but I made up an excuse about barely being allowed out of the house. True enough, but that was only because I didn't have any friends and there wasn't much point in going anywhere.

A few days later one rainy, muddy lunchtime, I was making the usual solitary rounds of the school grounds when he caught my attention,

"Herefromthere! Will you go out with Andy?!"
*raised eyebrow, paused, looked*
"No, Thank you!"
*contined walking around the corner of the building*
I could hear quite clearly the pointing and laughing going on behind me

"'Ere Andy, you got turned down by a geek!"

That was too much for me

I walked backwards until I could see them both and said quite quietly, "So did you."

I have never seen anyone's face fall quite like it and what happened next all seemed to be in slow motion.

Mark went very pale, I continued walking. After perhaps about ten seconds he appeared on the path behind me, looking crestfallen, holding a can of lilt, which he threw in my direction. He missed. I couldn't tell you if it was deliberate or not, that he missed, but I was quite touched. Either he was affected enough to miss accidentally or he didn't want to hit me. Never saw him miss like that before or since. And the Lilt bounced like you wouldn't believe, six feet in the air, a whole can near enough, giving a nice fine coating of fizzy pop to some eleven-year-olds who were pointing and laughing at the scene, having heard everything. I believe the nearest of them got sent home because it looked like he had wet himself and they couldn't dry the lilt without it looking even worse.

Apologies for length and lack of funny. Strange the things that stick in the mind.
(herefromthere, Fri 30 Jan 2009, 19:10, Reply)