12 April 2012
I was 17 years old and had just got my first girlfriend. The first time I am allowed to stop over at hers, we get a pretty strict telling off from her parents that we are not allowed to sleep in the same bed. Anyway we go to bed in separate rooms like the good Catholics we are, get a text an hour later telling me to come to her room. Strutting with a semi, I make the dash across the landing. Now at this point, I’d like to say it was my first time at hers and hadn’t got used to the geography of her house. I go into the room, its pitch black (apart from my finest M&S glow in the dark, Christmas Tree boxer shorts that Mother purchased for me - It’s now March) I can just about make out where the bed is and slide under the covers and start to be the big spoon…however I soon realise that I’m definitely not the big spoon in this situation.
I actually think my heart stopped when her father said ‘Wrong bed mate.’
Awkward moment in my life • Opuss № I