Will telling you make it better?
Picture it; the late 70s, I was a young teen, CB radio was not yet legal to use but a friend of a friend had one. There'd be about 4 or 5 of us circling this thing as if we were planning the Italian Job and expecting the police to burst in any moment. Any road, being a shy, teenager I was reticent to have a go but happy just to watch and listen and maybe peek out from the curtains from time to time to make sure the sweeney weren't about to burst in and give us a good beating.
Until that fateful day.
We were on the channel where you hook up with people to talk, (was it 14? I seem to remember the phrase' one-four a copy') when up pops this higher than normal voice.
'It's a lass', says my mate in amazement, this was unheard of.
Suddenly I was brave and could talk, I wasn't good with girls but with her being out of sight, I'd suddenly got the confidence of an Ayia Napa holiday rep.
There were less of us than usual which helped me get my hands on the mic and i was straight in with the questions and cheesy chat up lines, i'd been talking for a couple of minutes when my mind starting coming back on line and i asked, 'how many candles you burning?'
'Eleven'
Fuckin' hell i'd been chatting someone up young enough to be my younger sister, at an age where a 3 year age gap was very significant.
'Well you're probably a bit young for me to take out.'
Shitty death! Did i just say that?
There was a silence at the end of the line.
My mate took the mic back and asked the question that any normal person would've.
'What's your handle good buddy?'
'Ballboy'
I had made a pass at an eleven year old lad, in the days when homosexuality would get you beaten up by your mates, strangers, the police, your parents, the local vicar, even the Prime Minister would've belted you one.
I went so red my face would've warned passing planes that there was a hazard, whilst my mates simply soiled themselves.

Post script: if ever i meet the chap i did this to, i'd like to buy him a pint to say sorry. I only hope that i haven't damaged this chap in anyway and maybe started him on a life of taking it up 'the wrong un'.
(Discreditor wants the dream to come true, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 13:31, 3 replies)

Nah
he was probably a 50 year-old gay trucker with an unusually high-pitched voice.
He'll have captured the convo on a Philips cassette recorder and played it back many, many times over the years, rubbing himself sore the whole time.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 13:44, closed)

Phew
that makes me feel better.... or does it....now i need to think about this
(Discreditor wants the dream to come true, Sun 30 Nov 2008, 13:46, closed)

It was me!
Okay, it wasn't really, but I can pretend if you want to buy me a pint!
( Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Sun 30 Nov 2008, 18:17, closed)