Teenage Crushes - Part Two
Freddie Woo writes: I've still got weird feelings for a well-known female TV presenter from the 1980s. I'm now in my forties, work in the same building as her and she follows me on a number of social networking sites. And now, she knows about it.
Tell us about the teenage crushes that still make you go wobbly.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 11:04)
Freddie Woo writes: I've still got weird feelings for a well-known female TV presenter from the 1980s. I'm now in my forties, work in the same building as her and she follows me on a number of social networking sites. And now, she knows about it.
Tell us about the teenage crushes that still make you go wobbly.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 11:04)
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Miss Kelly
She came as a student teacher to our school when I was about 12. She was a flame-haired, pale skinned, vision of beauty fresh from teacher training.
One day she wore a short skirt and no tights, and I tried desperately to look up her skirt in class by leaning forward as far as I possibly could while getting something out of my bag and looking back under my arm to see if I could direct my view appropriately.
My friend Peter naturally decided that while I was precariously perched on the edge of my chair, leaning it forward to try and angle myself, it would be funny to give the back of the chair a massive kick, dumping me onto the floor head first.
The student teacher screamed and ran over, thinking I'd collapsed, and insisted I go home. So I suppose on balance, no glimpse of knickers, but half a day off school.
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She came as a student teacher to our school when I was about 12. She was a flame-haired, pale skinned, vision of beauty fresh from teacher training.
One day she wore a short skirt and no tights, and I tried desperately to look up her skirt in class by leaning forward as far as I possibly could while getting something out of my bag and looking back under my arm to see if I could direct my view appropriately.
My friend Peter naturally decided that while I was precariously perched on the edge of my chair, leaning it forward to try and angle myself, it would be funny to give the back of the chair a massive kick, dumping me onto the floor head first.
The student teacher screamed and ran over, thinking I'd collapsed, and insisted I go home. So I suppose on balance, no glimpse of knickers, but half a day off school.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 11:38, Reply)
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