I was in Preston this morning when I heard some bloke shouting "Natasha! Natasha!" across the road. I looked up and as he was a bit chavvy looking I carried on walking and ignored him.
Unfortunately he decided to run after me, trust me to choose today to wear my 5 inch Louboutin heels so I was unable to outrun this potential stalker. Anyway, turns out he was Mark James, the first boy I ever dated when I was about 14. In those days he was skinny with a full head of hair. Today he was chubby with a Homer Simpson haircut.
Once he'd caught his breath (took 15 minutes) he proceeded to tell me his life story: two failed marriages, shooting blanks, failed hair transplant that left him in hospital for 6 months etc, etc. I definitely dodged a bullet because I was ready to marry him 20 years ago when he shared his Lion Bar with me on Avenham Park.
Can you remember the first person you dated? Do you often think of them and what might have been if you'd stayed together? Have you seen them recently?
Unfortunately he decided to run after me, trust me to choose today to wear my 5 inch Louboutin heels so I was unable to outrun this potential stalker. Anyway, turns out he was Mark James, the first boy I ever dated when I was about 14. In those days he was skinny with a full head of hair. Today he was chubby with a Homer Simpson haircut.
Once he'd caught his breath (took 15 minutes) he proceeded to tell me his life story: two failed marriages, shooting blanks, failed hair transplant that left him in hospital for 6 months etc, etc. I definitely dodged a bullet because I was ready to marry him 20 years ago when he shared his Lion Bar with me on Avenham Park.
Can you remember the first person you dated? Do you often think of them and what might have been if you'd stayed together? Have you seen them recently?