By this time, I had met and fallen in love with one of the most beautiful girls in the college. She was on the Speech Therapy course and her name was Naomi. We had noticed each other in the school corridors and coffee bar, but, me being me, I had never had the courage to actually say anything to her, such was her heart-stopping attractiveness. By March, things were getting silly. It would normally be about this time that the object of my affection would become bored with my refusal to speak, and go out with someone else who could string a sentence together. As luck would have it, a party had been planned that Saturday by some people from my year and I'd heard that Naomi was planning on going. In my mind, I decided that that would have to be the night I did something, anything, rather than continue with this silent yearning. To illustrate her drop-dead gorgeousness, I'm sure Neil, he of the Brookie fame, wouldn't mind my telling you that, on hearing of Naomi's plans to attend, decided to travel back from Liverpool to London purely to be there and put himself in with a chance. (more...)
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