So, I’ve had The Sassy Guide To Picking Up Fit Guys for a couple of days now, and after eating fish and chips for tea I thought it was about time I stopped faffing about and got my ass into gear if I wanted a hot date.
So with brew in hand and my feet up I decided it was time to make a serious go of it.
The first chapter of the book is all about ‘How NOT to pick up your fit guy’ and if I’m honest, you could have changed the names around and you would have been reading about my adolescent years.
As Sam talks about a lad called Ryan Masters, her high school crush and first ever public rejection, it reminds me of the lad I used to obsess over for the final two years of high school. We’ve all had it haven’t we? That guy we used to dream about during our boring Science lessons, who used to make our heart skip when he passed us in the corridor on the way to Maths and most excitingly (as if it was fate) he had P.E outside the French classroom windows which meant a whole hour of watching in run around in shorts. Heaven.
The only problem with my crush was he didn’t know I existed, so when I proceeded to tell the school gossips about my crush I really hoped he’d see me across the playground, fall head over heels in love with me and we’d live happily ever after. There was only one problem with that… Lee didn’t seem to quite have the same great stonking crush on me that I had developed on him. Which obviously made me all the more determined to win him over.
After a couple of months, I pretty much knew his lesson timetable and had a general idea of when and where we’d be passing each other around the campus – hence when I REALLY needed to check my make up and have my boy-dazzling smile at the ready. I was CONVINCED that one day he’d fall for me, I had it all planned out in my head – as I walked down the Science block steps and he ascended into heaven, he’d sweep me up into his arms and confess his love for me in front of the whole of Year 10 & 11. I knew it would happen, I just think I must have been off sick on the day he had planned to do it, and then he chickened out afterwards.
Luckily for me, I never faced the same level of public rejection as the author of The Sassy Guide… but it’s still just as cringe-worthy now to know how I’d been acting like a totally mental stalker for two years of my life. Yet the weird thing is, a few years later I ended up bumping into Lee again and we had a little bit of a kiss and cuddle, but oddly, I just didn’t fancy him anymore. What is it with us girls eh? We obsess about a guy for two WHOLE years, and then he finally wants us and we’re like, ‘No thanks.’
Crazy!
Memphis.xx
