When I was about 6 or 7...
I used to fancy the pants off Helen Slater. I hid all of my look-in posters of her as "Supergirl" under my bed so mum wouldn't find 'em - I used to take them out and peruse them when the coast was clear - not knowing quite what to do with myself. "I'd get a right ribbing if anyone ever found out," I thought. So I binned 'em after about a month. I felt as if my heart had been ripped out when I saw the dustmen drive away :( Anyhoo, I'm 27 tomorrow and have realised over the years that there are more things to life than crushes on beatiful women ... If they get their tits out for ya it's a whole new bright shiny day.
(fudge the return of the man with the cat on his head, Fri 10 Dec 2004, 18:50, Reply)