Throughout my early years I wasn’t the most popular girl in school. They usually tended to fall in to two categories, the ones who were good looking and developed before the rest of us and those who would put out for anyone.
I fell in to neither group during my school years. But when I hit 18 for some reason I had to beat guys back with a stick. This came as a complete surprise to me, to be ignored all that time and then suddenly to be desired and sought after was wonderful.
Just before this all happened I had spent almost a full summer chasing after a guy in the 6th form, he was about a couple of years older than me and he wouldn’t entertain me. I met him a couple of years later at a party and he seemed to be slightly smitten. He didn’t recognise me and when I told him who I was he was quite surprised.
For some reason I didn’t forgive him for the heartache I suffered only a couple of years ago. I know it sounds petty but I loved the fact that I got the opportunity to turn him down. And after all he wasn’t all that, my tastes had changed too.
At the age of 18 I had 4 guys on the go at the same time. They didn’t know about each other but knew about my “proper boyfriend”. My boyfriend rather handily worked shifts at the time which allowed me to fill my evenings with the others if he was working.
The whole thing was a buzz, no need to spend a penny. I was entertained by one or more of them (not at the same time) every night that I wasn’t with my bf. Let me point out that I was only shagging my bf, the others didn’t get in to my pants. I had some respect. 😉
However, I did have a problem remembering names and on several occasions came out with the wrong name for the company I was with. The worst occasion was when I was doing the do with my bf and I called out the name of the guy I was with earlier.
Luckily I got away with it, I think I must have uttered the name quietly. He didn’t pick up on it any way. It taught me to keep my wits about me though.