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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My English Teacher
She came to our all boy's grammar straight from teacher training college. She wore stockings; we knew because she used to cross her legs so often. She always had her blouse unbuttoned far too low; we saw it when she bent over us to look at our work. She was the face that launched a thousand wanks.
Then she disappeared. She'd apparently left her husband for one of the sixth formers.
Fast forward about seven years. I'm a medical student doing my obstetric attachment. I get called to labour ward to mend someone's post childbirth torn-up minge.
Yup, it was her, with the sixth former standing next to the bed, blushing.
I made my excuses and left, so i never did get to see what I'd have paid for in blood as a kid.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 18:53, 4 replies)
She came to our all boy's grammar straight from teacher training college. She wore stockings; we knew because she used to cross her legs so often. She always had her blouse unbuttoned far too low; we saw it when she bent over us to look at our work. She was the face that launched a thousand wanks.
Then she disappeared. She'd apparently left her husband for one of the sixth formers.
Fast forward about seven years. I'm a medical student doing my obstetric attachment. I get called to labour ward to mend someone's post childbirth torn-up minge.
Yup, it was her, with the sixth former standing next to the bed, blushing.
I made my excuses and left, so i never did get to see what I'd have paid for in blood as a kid.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 18:53, 4 replies)
Shakespeare could not have written
a finer tragedy.
And in the most piquant of ironies, it would seem she was the one who paid for the experience in blood.
Thats quite something.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:18, closed)
a finer tragedy.
And in the most piquant of ironies, it would seem she was the one who paid for the experience in blood.
Thats quite something.
( , Thu 5 Nov 2009, 20:18, closed)
I just need to state:
THIS IS NOT ME!
I know I've not been around much lately, but I'd appreciate it if you found a new monniker.
The one, the only, the original:
( , Fri 6 Nov 2009, 14:51, closed)
THIS IS NOT ME!
I know I've not been around much lately, but I'd appreciate it if you found a new monniker.
The one, the only, the original:
( , Fri 6 Nov 2009, 14:51, closed)
My A-Level English teacher
sort-of matches this description. She was youngish (late 20s early 30's) andsingle despite having a kid old enough to attend the school where she worked.
I saw her in the pub one night pissed up and slobbering over some 19 year old...
( , Tue 10 Nov 2009, 12:58, closed)
sort-of matches this description. She was youngish (late 20s early 30's) andsingle despite having a kid old enough to attend the school where she worked.
I saw her in the pub one night pissed up and slobbering over some 19 year old...
( , Tue 10 Nov 2009, 12:58, closed)
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