I have actually been asked out once at school.
Colin was his name and unfortunatly he wasn't very attractive. To be honest it stunned me for a while that I'd actually been asked out. I never envisiged it happening to me, so low was my self-esteem coupled with teh fear of boys. It was 1979 and I was 14. I was the first girl in school to get one of those new fangled perms that were all the rage and even though I was plagued with self-doubt about my looks, I thought I was quite cool and trendy looking.

Anyway, I told him that I would only go out with him if he would get his mate to go out with my best friend. My best friend was no stunner but ok looking I guess. I instructed him to meet up with us at my house on a certain day and time and we would go out together. But I had no intention of going out with him and neither had my pal with his mate. We gave them the right street but the wrong flat number.(we lived in a street of maisonettes).

The time came and my mate and I crouched down by the window of my flat and waited for them to appear. The came into the cul-de-sac and searched for the non-existant flat number. In and out of each building they traipsed with puzzled looks while we giggled and watched like the evil teenage girls that we were. Eventually they gave up and left and the next day at school, nothing was said.

I doubt it left them with a morbid hatred of women or some hang-up about asking out girls at all but I still think about whether I should have been so horrible and fer fuck's sake....I WAS ASKED OUT....BY A BOY....A HUMAN BOY.....ME....ASKED OUT.....SOMEONE WANTED ME TO BE THEIR GIRLFRIEND....AAAARRRRRHHHHHGGG!

So Colin if your reading this, I'm sorry for being a twat and I hope you've had a nice life.
( girlinthehole, Tue 2 Sep 2008, 15:48, Reply)