My ruin
I shall call her Melissa for that was her name...

From the age of about 12-17 I had a ridiculous crush on her - a vision of loveliness in her netball skirt*, I'd actually stay behind after school to watch her play for the school, to much mocking from my friends who would presumably go home and wank to thoughts of girls playing netball anyway...but I digress...

Melissa never really gave me a second glance beyond friendship. She'd use my doting puppy-like mannerisms to get me to fetch her a can of coke, or even ask other boys out for her...(ffs!) but it was obvious I was in the kind of 'just friends prison' that made Alcatraz seem low security.

Typical unrequitted teen fare you might think - but the problem was I was so obsessed with being with Melissa, showing off, making her laugh, even being within a stone's throw of the steam off her piss I pretty much scrapped any chance I had of going on to do the a-levels and degree I wanted cos I could never concentrate in class (especially as most were with her). Not that I flunked my GCSE's thankfuly but you rarely get into Veterinary school if there is even so much as a B on your results.

Not only that but I also passed up many other better girls for this privilege, including Carrie who was stunning, thought I was a 'God' and pretty much re-enacted my behaviour toward Melissa, to me.

WTF was I thinking?

*Melissa wasn't even that good looking thinking back, it was just because I couldn't have her that I just HAD to.

I'm pretty much the same now - which goes to prove twats never learn.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Wed 11 Nov 2009, 12:59, 1 reply)