is December 1st and I always remember this day.
It was 1986 a long time ago, I had my first rejection of sorts. The back story was I developed this crush on this lass at school. We talked a bit, I was rather shy then. I wanted to ask her out but of course I knew pretty well that she wasn't interested in me.
So it wasn't nice, I told this friend and he went and told her. I remember ringing her up and leaving a message with her Mother. The next day she ignored me and started talking about her 'new boyfriend'
So I left school pretty miserable but still 'in love' with her. I didn't get a job so I started jogging to pass the time. On this particular day 1st December 1986, I was coming home after my run. I was walking along not doing much. I looked up and there she was stood at this bustop with her friend. She was pointing at me and laughing. (not a little, laughing really hard), I stopped not knowing what to do. I carried on walking and kept my head down.
It upset me for a long time. I thought it was a ****** thing to do, laughing at someone like that. I never saw her again and she eventually drifted from my thoughts. But on this day I do think about what happened. It was my first disaster, the first of many. It started everything off, loads of other stories since then all bad. Not many good ones. Nothing really. Twenty six years ago, it might as well be today !
It was 1986 a long time ago, I had my first rejection of sorts. The back story was I developed this crush on this lass at school. We talked a bit, I was rather shy then. I wanted to ask her out but of course I knew pretty well that she wasn't interested in me.
So it wasn't nice, I told this friend and he went and told her. I remember ringing her up and leaving a message with her Mother. The next day she ignored me and started talking about her 'new boyfriend'
So I left school pretty miserable but still 'in love' with her. I didn't get a job so I started jogging to pass the time. On this particular day 1st December 1986, I was coming home after my run. I was walking along not doing much. I looked up and there she was stood at this bustop with her friend. She was pointing at me and laughing. (not a little, laughing really hard), I stopped not knowing what to do. I carried on walking and kept my head down.
It upset me for a long time. I thought it was a ****** thing to do, laughing at someone like that. I never saw her again and she eventually drifted from my thoughts. But on this day I do think about what happened. It was my first disaster, the first of many. It started everything off, loads of other stories since then all bad. Not many good ones. Nothing really. Twenty six years ago, it might as well be today !