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In late August 1996, Paul noticed a young petite lady walking past his house in Rembrandt Avenue.  It was at this point when Paul realised that this young petite lady had to know more about him.

 

So, one early September evening, Paul waited in his car for her to walk past his house again so that he could strike up a conversation with her.  So, he did and found out that she had only lived there for 10 years and her name was Karen.  Not only that, she had gone to the same High School as Paul for 5 years.

 

Eventually in Mid-September, Paul plucked up enough courage to ask her out on a date.  After thinking about it for so long, he decided to go with the rough look and walked round to Karen’s house dressed in his smelly fishing clothes, unshaven and with a baseball cap covered in fish slime covering his uncombed hair.  The best he’d looked for years if the truth be known.

 

Karen’s father opened the door initially and Paul confidently asked to see Karen.  So, after a quick comb of her hair, out she came to see this strange stick of a lad from the corner of the street, and so the moment came for Paul to ask his most nerve racking question of his life……. “Karen, would you like to come out for a drink with me tomorrow evening?”  There he stood with hope in his eyes, could this be the moment that he will regret, sorry remember for the rest of his life, so much emotion, so much thought had brought them both to this moment and finally Karen replied……….”No, I don’t think so, I’m not feeling very well today, but maybe next time hey.”

 

Speechless, this poor starved looking stick of a lad pulled his cap down over his face and said goodbye, maybe this could be the last chance for them both he thought.

 

A couple of weeks went by with Paul thinking the worst, should he have shaved?  Should he not have worn that baseball cap covered in fish slime?  Should he have had a wash before he went to see her?  Or maybe she was gay??

 

So, just in case it was his odour that had put her off the first time, he thought he’d give it another go, this time straight from work, Paul hung around his car, looking like he knew what he was doing lifting the bonnet up and down, crawling underneath the car, kicking the tyres, all the things that an 18 year old office waller would do to look hard.  Karen eventually arrived and Paul crawling out from underneath his car, this time shaven but still rough looking in his smart work clothes with oil and grease stains on them asked her again, and this time, she agreed.  Yippeeeeeeeee, he thought to himself, then it hit him, maybe she just felt sorry for him having been so pathetic in an attempt to win her over, or was she just curious about the size of his……… waist?

 

Tuesday October 8th arrived, the big first date for Karen and Paul.  And that’s the end of the Story of how they met.

 

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