Shauna was one of a group of four girls that came out with us one weekend. I liked her instantly, she'd a touch of Gwen Stefani and a touch of Dolores O'Riordan about her.
I tried to pull her in a clumsy, clueless teenage way that didn't work and much as I'd thought I'd blown it she told a mutual friend a few weeks later that she liked me.
This might have been that my clumsiness was sweet or that a king prick of our group was following her around most of that night asking her why she wouldn't go out with him. I suppose I looked good in comparison.
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