What goes around...
Whilst in the local Asda the other night I happened to see a girl I last saw when at school. The kind of person you see every day of your life for 5 years then forget about them forever until something reminds you.
Back then she was the school darling, an absolute stunner - to a testosterone fuelled teenager anyway. The girl that every boy fancied and fantasised over. Is 'fancy' a word that you stop using at school too?
I asked her to go ice skating with me once. It was the most romantic thing I could think of back then. She should have been thankful - it's more than CJ gets. It took me ages to pluck up the courage and she replied by saying that she was babysitting. Even back then I knew what a soft rejection was.
Humiliated, I never asked again. Everybody knew about it.
She's let herself go a little bit since back then. Haggard, pale and drawn, she was in the middle of an argument with her bulldog of a partner and a herd of screaming, crying kids running all around her.
I felt better.
I really should have got over it by now.
Back then she was the school darling, an absolute stunner - to a testosterone fuelled teenager anyway. The girl that every boy fancied and fantasised over. Is 'fancy' a word that you stop using at school too?
I asked her to go ice skating with me once. It was the most romantic thing I could think of back then. She should have been thankful - it's more than CJ gets. It took me ages to pluck up the courage and she replied by saying that she was babysitting. Even back then I knew what a soft rejection was.
Humiliated, I never asked again. Everybody knew about it.
She's let herself go a little bit since back then. Haggard, pale and drawn, she was in the middle of an argument with her bulldog of a partner and a herd of screaming, crying kids running all around her.
I felt better.
I really should have got over it by now.
