hmmm
when I was 13, I spent a lot of time being gossiped about at school, everyone knew, or thought they knew all about me and stuff I enjoyed. It was all bollocks obviously, but I grinned and bore having a "reputation" for a while, until N hoved into view, on his big, red motorbike. Because he was older than me (and most of my tormentors) the gossip, and harrassment stopped, as if the lecky card had run out. I could put up with the fact that my new protector was a bit of a pillock. (see past posts, ref sexual misconceptions) because he had a friend, drinking buddy and all-round good egg, called G.
G was a musician, albeit in an amateur way, he suffered from what he called "Jimmy Page complex" and he was tall and slim with bright red hair. he was also given to playing card games with beer mats, trying to escape from moving cars on a night out, i-spy when we were both bored, in short, funny as fuck when you're 16, and vaguely aware that you're in the wrong relationship.

As time went on, I developed a huge crush on G, I went weak and giddy whenever he turned up at pubs, parties and social gatherings. I watched him pursue and occasionally catch friends of mine, and I provided the shoulder when it went wrong. And I loved him loads, but because of everything, I kept it to myself. Even putting up with his pillock mate N.

I still see him around the town where I live. He's happily married with 2 lovely kids, so it's a non starter as far as I'm concerned, but he's still lovely.

And he's left me with an appreciation of the Red Haired Man, in all his guises, especially if he plays guitar as well.. Lovely...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 6 Nov 2009, 15:47, Reply)