Our Story
In late August
1996, Paul noticed a young petite lady walking past his house in
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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