Epilogue
I am now in a happy relationship (one of a few since uni) which started in the usual love-jousting heart-pumping way, but which has now settled into something with more warmth and depth. Even in those early stages of a normal relationship, though – there really is nothing like the feeling of being in a secret crush. The debilitating obsession, the frisson of self-abasement, the crotch-aching desire of it; it’s totally delicious. There is something you can think about all day long. You have erotic dreams. It’s a gateway to a whole new level and detail of imagination, which is completely uplifting as it is painful. I miss being secretly in love with someone – as much fun as it is to be openly in love with someone, there’s just something missing.

/misty-eyed reminiscence.
(Wheezy Luv-ah is pootling about on, Mon 9 Nov 2009, 17:14, 2 replies)

Yep
All wimmins are mental.

But I want to add that I really enjoyed your post. Most entertaining!
(The Boy Monders I have ginger bits in my beard., Tue 10 Nov 2009, 12:43, closed)

have an affair
Noooooo, not really.

My older brother’s friends. I too was tortured by those rare creatures, especially when they would come to visit and you could catch glimpses of them. Wishing, fantasising they would get the bedroom door wrong, ohhhh.

The teacher, well no…. the reason being that there just wasn't any nice male teachers IMO. Shame really I just had to pray on my brother’s friends. I attempted to make one jealous by binging my ‘boyfriend’ (he want really my boyfriend he was some try-hard I knew who liked Ordinance Survey Maps) no surprise it didn’t work, but I can fold an OS map like a demon. Saying that though there was one male teacher who’s audience would leave misty damp patches on the school’s plastic chairs, albeit not me (I had maps to fold). He was a super 'Ken doll' conventional good looking chap, he should have been presenting T4 rather than teaching French and enjoyed provoking worthy challenging discussion, such as why it is not wrong to be gay/from a racial minority/female/disabled etc.

The big one, the one you LOVE, the one that brings out heart broken obsessive maniac in you, the one that can instantly turn Smirnoff ice number 5 to mascara thinner. My experience was much the same, talking, the tension building, the momentary kiss which led dream like state of 2 people wrapping there bodies around each other. I can’t say I experienced such public displaies of emotion, my heart broke inaudibly on the sight of him and his girlfriend, who had returned after living elsewhere. Nearly every day for a year I saw them together, right up until they broke up. All it took was a couple of glasses of wine and the flood gates would open. And out popped the mentalist - NO ONE COULD EVER UNDERSTAND WHAT WE HAD TOGETHER, THEY WERE JUST NOT MEANT FOR EACH OTHER I KNOW IT IS ME HE WANTS HE JUST CAN'T ADMIT IT, I KNOW HOW TO MAKE HIM HAPPY and I KNOW HE DOESN’T LOVE HER LIKE HE LOVES ME blah blah blah.

Good times I miss the drama.
(Free pens 100, 101, 102 is still counting on, Tue 10 Nov 2009, 14:27, closed)