Inappropriate crushesAs a teenager I was obsessed by my piano teacher - I hated playing the piano, but carried on because she was so lovely. OK, it was because she used to wear very plunging necklines.
I even stopped practicing because the worse I was, the more she'd sit at the piano to show me how to play a piece and I could stand behind her and look down her top.
Aaaaargh. Confess your own crushes so I don't look like a breast-obssessed stalker.
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chthonic, Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
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One of many missed opportunitiesIn my previous awful life as a market researcher, I had to conduct focus groups. There was a girl in one of them who was definitely making eyes at me, offering to help me change the tape in my tape recorder (if that's not code, I don't know what is), giving 'helpful' answers, lingering a bit at the end. Sadly, she was at the group with her loud and boisterous mate, whom I didn't fancy at all, so I let the opportunity slip. (In any case, it would have been unprofessional - that's my excuse.)
A few months later this babe turned up on telly - she was an actress and had been given the job of being the Face of Boots (the chemist) on their TV ads.
Vicki, if you're reading this - we connected... But I'm afraid I'm now married and a father, so the moment's gone. I just want you to know it meant a lot to me, even though you're probably not reading this and if you are you're either laughing or going "ewwww".
Oh, and I even remember the date of the group - September 10th, 2001...
I could leave my phone number at the bottom, but that really would be unprofessional.
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Sonic the Hedgetrimmer doesn't care what you think, Wed 4 Oct 2006, 21:01,
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