Sticky Fingers

Spoke to Ralph about the Zoe situation this afternoon. He thinks I'm playing it far too cool and taking the whole thing far too slow. He reckons I should start the process as soon as possible. He's probably right. Ralph's quite good at the whole girl business. Whenever he sets his mind to someone he's usually got his hand down their knickers inside of 48 hours. It's a gift for some people I suppose. I certainly haven't got it. I feel so jumpy when it looks like sex might be on the horizon I think I put them off. In fact long before sex. I shoot myself in the foot from the off sometimes. Once I wrote to a family friend. She was called Sara (no 'h') and she was great. Funny, pretty, just a bit younger than me. I wrote her this letter about three years ago asking if she would be my girfriend. Letters are great. No confrontation.

Anyway, she wrote back about a week later and said that sounded fun and yes she would be my girlfriend. Brilliant. I told everyone at school. I bragged that after half term I was probably going to be a pro at the whole copulation game. It didn't work out like that. She called on the Sunday afternoon. Dad answered and said Sara was on the phone. I panicked and made him tell her I was in bed, ill. I don't suppose she bought it but I never saw again. I wrote her another letter telling her I'd met someone else. Sounds ridiculous now. But she just wasn't the right one. Not like Zoe. She'll do just nicely but I need to get my arse in gear sharpish. I'm going to take Colin's sympathy card to the JCR after prep and get loads of people to sign it. Starting with Zoe herself..