And they call it; puppy luuurve..
Consonant reader,
*There he is...*
*Look!*
*He's coming!*
*FOOTSTEPS TRAIL OFF AMID GIRLY GIGGLES from down the corridor outside my room*
I open my door quickly, interupted from my lunchtime duty of blog stalking using the school network. There's no-one there.
Pah, it's HER again..
I have been told that a year 10 girl is kind of fond of me at the moment. Over the past few weeks other year 10's have been passing on comments on how much this girl likes me. Its now common knowledge this is the case.
Every now and then during break or lunch time I think I can see my door open just a tad and I see a glimpse of this besotted girl; but only a glimpse.
This lunchtime I was in another room, she tracked me down and came into the room only to go back out again. Again, I only saw a girly blur. When I walked to the door she had scarpered.
Aw... shy.
Then, last period today I had my year 10's again. They sat down, I began the lesson, and then noticed on my desk an envelope addressed to me in red writing. The envelope looked a bit grubby. I asked who had left it here and finally someone owned up to leaving it there on behalf of this girl.
Ohh no..
"Open it!" I heard. "What's she put in it?" were other comments.
I told the class to calm down and that it was none of their business. The lesson continued and soon ended.
After the din had died down I opened up the letter. Dread filled my stomach. She's confessed her love for me I thought. Unfortunately I was totally right.
A card with a pink bear on holding a card and a bottle of champagne, birds flying with hearts in their mouths. A love- fest on paper. Oh good..
Inside it read:
To Mr. Love
With hugs and kisses especially for you
From Girl XXXXXX
Happy valentine
I HEART you!
you have a nice bum!
Hmm. Worrying. I may have to use some sort of aversion therapy here. This HAS to and WILL stop!
I've told my head of department about it, even showed him the actual card, who in turn has told everyone else in my department. He said this sort of thing does happen and to just ignore it as best you can.
I then had a meeting after school with my head of department and other senior teaching staff. As I walked in they were all judging the quality of my rear. Bastards.
B x.
*There he is...*
*Look!*
*He's coming!*
*FOOTSTEPS TRAIL OFF AMID GIRLY GIGGLES from down the corridor outside my room*
I open my door quickly, interupted from my lunchtime duty of blog stalking using the school network. There's no-one there.
Pah, it's HER again..
I have been told that a year 10 girl is kind of fond of me at the moment. Over the past few weeks other year 10's have been passing on comments on how much this girl likes me. Its now common knowledge this is the case.
Every now and then during break or lunch time I think I can see my door open just a tad and I see a glimpse of this besotted girl; but only a glimpse.
This lunchtime I was in another room, she tracked me down and came into the room only to go back out again. Again, I only saw a girly blur. When I walked to the door she had scarpered.
Aw... shy.
Then, last period today I had my year 10's again. They sat down, I began the lesson, and then noticed on my desk an envelope addressed to me in red writing. The envelope looked a bit grubby. I asked who had left it here and finally someone owned up to leaving it there on behalf of this girl.
Ohh no..
"Open it!" I heard. "What's she put in it?" were other comments.
I told the class to calm down and that it was none of their business. The lesson continued and soon ended.
After the din had died down I opened up the letter. Dread filled my stomach. She's confessed her love for me I thought. Unfortunately I was totally right.
A card with a pink bear on holding a card and a bottle of champagne, birds flying with hearts in their mouths. A love- fest on paper. Oh good..
Inside it read:
To Mr. Love
With hugs and kisses especially for you
From Girl XXXXXX
Happy valentine
I HEART you!
you have a nice bum!
Hmm. Worrying. I may have to use some sort of aversion therapy here. This HAS to and WILL stop!
I've told my head of department about it, even showed him the actual card, who in turn has told everyone else in my department. He said this sort of thing does happen and to just ignore it as best you can.
I then had a meeting after school with my head of department and other senior teaching staff. As I walked in they were all judging the quality of my rear. Bastards.
B x.