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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Prickteasing tart
The barmaid at our regular, the only pub which would serve us when we were Sixth Formers, was fit. Straight out of the top drawer fit. She would frequently come up in our topics of conversation such as the one night that we all got to learn that she liked having her chocolate stabbed according to one boy who "knew these things". She was early twenties, gorgeous and well out of our league but that doesn't stop one dreaming.
Come Halloween, the bar staff were wearing costumes: wicked witch, Frankenstein's Monster, that type of thing but not this lady. Her costume consisted of high heels, stockings, suspenders, lacy knickers and a see-through bra.
You could not keep us away from the bar, the usual:
"Whose round is it?"
"Dunno, yours?"
became:
"My round I think"
"But you just got a round 30 seconds ago"
"Did I? Oh well, drink up, who wants another?"
I expect we all drunkenly wanked ourselves to sleep that night, I know I did.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 17:55, Reply)
The barmaid at our regular, the only pub which would serve us when we were Sixth Formers, was fit. Straight out of the top drawer fit. She would frequently come up in our topics of conversation such as the one night that we all got to learn that she liked having her chocolate stabbed according to one boy who "knew these things". She was early twenties, gorgeous and well out of our league but that doesn't stop one dreaming.
Come Halloween, the bar staff were wearing costumes: wicked witch, Frankenstein's Monster, that type of thing but not this lady. Her costume consisted of high heels, stockings, suspenders, lacy knickers and a see-through bra.
You could not keep us away from the bar, the usual:
"Whose round is it?"
"Dunno, yours?"
became:
"My round I think"
"But you just got a round 30 seconds ago"
"Did I? Oh well, drink up, who wants another?"
I expect we all drunkenly wanked ourselves to sleep that night, I know I did.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 17:55, Reply)
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