‘It’s the power that women have. That ability to turn a head with a swish of a skirt or make the blood pound with a coquettish glance. I knew it then, as an adolescent in thrall to these beautiful creatures with their soft skin and sensuous walk. But how to approach one of these mystical beings, even just to talk to her – as little as that? Acne ridden as I was, stumble tongued and with hands and feet too big to control; the epitome of uncool.
And then it happened. An immense effort to overcome terminal shyness and I was head over heels in love and lust with the girl from my dreams. At least, that’s how it began.’
This is an excerpt from ‘Bedhead Graffiti’ a column exclusive to For The Girls