True Love, as requested... (Juniors in general)

Member Name: angry chris

Product:	Juniors in general
Date:	21/02/03 (162 review reads)
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Advantages: It's the truth, your honour

Disadvantages: I feel like a pillock.

As promted by MALU, I'm forthwith embarrassing myself by telling the tale of my first and amazingly my current love, hopefully minus the bits too sloppy and/or gory. If this all ends up reading like a pile of bollocks, remember, it was NOT my idea!!!

Are we ready children and are we all sitting comfortably??? Then let jackanory begin...

As many of you will know, I am currently living out my drunken existance with "wor lass", or Louise, as she was named at birth. Louise and I met at college almost 5 years ago, when we were mere pups at 16 and 17 years old. We were both studying the same course, BTEC Media Studies at Gateshead College. I had gone to college after wasting a year on the dole, following my friends leads of doing precisely jack while getting a princly 28 quid a week to blow on cheap cider and fags. After a rather disasterous relationship with my best mates sister, which ended when I left her after I discovered she was sleeping with a couple of "smack-heads" outside the venue of my 17th birthday piss-up, I felt that enough was enough, left my menial bar job, and went to college.

Louise, had just left school, getting decent GCSE grades in the most appaling, clapped out school you can imagine. It was so good, that the year after Louise left, they pulled it down, and shifted all the people left there to other local schools. Louise's passion for films meant that she felt it was a natural progression to go and study media at college.

The irony was that for all our respective lives, we had lived no more than 300 yards apart on the same estate. I lived on a council estate in the middle of Gateshead, while she lived at the top end of the hill, the decent end with a handful of private houses, one of which belonged to her old man. We hung around in the same places, went to the same shops, knew the same people for 16 years, and never ever even spoke.

I went to college in September 199
8, and on the first day a couple of things stuck me. Firstly, there was me and another lad called Kris in the class, and the rest were all girls. Secondly was that out of all the girls, two stood out. One was a gobby little mare called Laura, who was essentially a female version of me. She loved being the centre of attention and usually managed it, despite being barely 5 foot tall. The other was a cute, quiet, shy lass who managed to attract attention with a couple of big things that weren't her gob(sorry-trying to be honest here without going all Jilly Cooper!). Needless to say, this was Louise.

Despite my loud and arguementative nature, I have always been moderately shy when it comes to girls(honestly!!!). I tried little things first, and quite simply we met because Louise and I were the only people in the class who smoked, so it seemed obvious that we would have some time on our own when we sneaked off for a fag. When we discovered that we lived virtually on the same street, we took to walking home together. Despite this, I still couldn't pluck up the courage to ask Lou out, so I left it to Laura to ask Louise if she fancied going out with me for a drink. Problem was, Laura rather fancied taking me out for a drink, and Louise, not wanting to cause friction, told her no. Or at least this is the excuse I got from her later. Incredibly annoyed, I threw my toys out of the pram and refused to walk home with her for a week.

Then I went to Plan B. I got her legless.

And here we are, nearly five years later. Despite the rather shaky start, we have overcome a variety of problems and nightmare situations to still be fine today. We have very different opinoins on many things, like politics and religion. She hates boozing till morning down the local, unlike me. I have no interest in most of the things she loves, such as fashion, film and TV, music and those god-awful "Comedies" from America, such as Sex in the C
ity and Friends. While she shares my love for Newcastle United, she cannot understand why I need to watch EVERY SINGLE football match on SKY TV, regardless of who's playing. She thinks Medal of Honor for the Playstation is a pile of sh*te.

We have survived me leaving to work away for 6 months, Louise having an abortion a few years back despite one of us vehermently wanting not to. We have managed despite the fact that her parents hate me passionately, and barred me from her house for almost 2 years.
I have blown £500 of her money on a rugby bet, which I lost to a penalty try in stoppage time of the last world cup. I had to drop out of Uni to come home to prepare for a suspiciously timed baby, which we have subsequently lost.

Despite all of this, and plenty more, we are still happily together, planning to get married late next year. And all because, I believe, Love is more important than anything else in a relationship. It is more important than money, or common interests or friends or the beliefs of others close to you.
Love creates a variety of things, such as trust. I think love can take time to evolove in a relationship. If the same feelings exist between a couple after the initial period of infactuation and lust has worn off, then you are in business.
I cannot define love, I do not believe that anyone can properly, but I like a definition I heard a while back:

"If you and your partner can sit in silence for 5 minutes or more, without feeling uncomfortable or the need to start babbling to fill the space, then you love each other".

I go with that. And remeber, never believe anyone who tells you that a first love, in this day and age, cannot last. I didn't.

Feel free to take the p*ss in the comments section, and I apologise now-I am much better at moaning than I am at story telling! I just hope I do not read this in a few years time and feel a total arse.

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