6) An Introduction
To Julia
Wherever I may find her
Or
One step forward, two steps back
Sit down and let me tell you a story
It’s the same old story
About a boy and a girl
And it is funny, and sad and a little bit romantic ( a bit
like me)
And it’s called Julia
Now her name wasn’t actually Julia. And it was n’t one story
it was two
I fact it was Mandy & Kate
But Natasha need a little more to work with, now she is
working with me
So, hopefullly, 2 into 1 will go. And the whole will be more
than the sum of the parts
So Julia it has become
And
Julia is a very good name. like Mandy or Kate it just clicks
And
Julia was the first girl I eever kissed
Not THIS Julia you
understand
SPOILER ALERT I did not
even get to kiss this one at all
No, I mean the other,
original and best Julia. I won’t be Vague, I mean Julia Hague
Friend of Mandy, and Billy, and Paul
Actually,
to be honest, she wasn’t TECHNICALLY the First Girl I Kissed
That
honour goes to Lindsay Garlick.
Unfortunate
name. Unfortunately she kissed like an electric toothbrush as well
As some
English girls do.
(Sorry
Lindsay, I’m sure you got better)
So Julia
was the second girl I kissed. But the first who made it worth the considerable
effort required as 15 yr old to grab a
snog
She was
worth it. And then some
I can still taste the deep. Long, warm kiss
that Julia Hague gave me, in Mandy Lewis’s house
After I
had taken her
By force
of personality. Not force
From the
arms of Steve Heighway
Be still
my beating heart
And other
organs
Whatever
became of Julia I wonder…
Anyway,
I digress, as is my wont
So, back
to THIS Julia
I had
met her through the personal columns of The Observer.
And she
was my first, actual, date since getting divorced (a dirty little war)
And I was
50
And she…
Well,
she wasn’t
She was
26
And if
you want to leave right now, at that point, then feel free to do so
For
these stories are not for you
And we
are both better off without each other, frankly
But, if
you understand
And,
especially if you are not English, many men
And
many, many girls
WILL
understand
Then we
can continue
And if
you are English and, despite it all, are prepared to give me – and the girls –
the benefit of the doubt
And not
assume I am A DIRTY OLD MAN
That the
bright, beautiful girls I try to meet are not PROSSIES
And that
these stories, as they develop are not SMUT or TACKY
But
rather a rather English, rather romantic, chivalric quest for LOVE
And BTW,
THE best sex on the planet
Then I
have a lot of stories to share with you
And
maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn something
And be
surprised by a few things you find out about me, and girls, and maybe even
yourself
Whoever
you are
And
maybe we’ll get on fine
As I
tend to with most girls
And some
boys
Because,
despite my natural good manners, and inability to want to hurt a fly
If
people don’t love me
They
tend to hate me
Funny
old world isn’t it
But
As my
family motto goes
Summat
Ult Urnup
And as
the motto for the stories goes
LOVE CONQUERS ALL
AMO OMNIA
VINCIT
Or, to
put it another way (there being no heart sign on a QWERTY typewriter)
¥>
(Thanks
Stacey)
But I
digress
As I say
Her name
is Julia
And
she’d called
And she
had heard Call Me Peter
And
couldn’t resist
Of
course
82%
conversion
So it
was a date…
Me, a recently
divorced, 50 something
And a
girl called Julia
Bright,
beautiful Julia
Both
consenting adults
What
could possibly BE wrong (despite what SOME people think)
&
What
could possibly GO wrong with that…
Well,
quite a lot actually
But
first, read 1) Mandy
Or, if
you want to cut to the chase, as some girls do
26)
Sunshine
They are
the antidote to 50 Shades of Grey
If I do
say so myself
And, if
you like the stories
TELL
YOUR FRIENDS
PUT IT
ON FACEBOOK
AND BLACKBEAUTY
AND BLACKBEAUTY
There
are 500 of us now
In the
first week
In UK,
USA, Canada, Phillipines (god knows), Russia (a lot, for some reason), Oz,
Malta (good luck with the flat hunting), Ireland, France and SA
A lot of
them SBs (they know who they are) but many not
It’s
good
Let’s
make it better…
Website
soon
Call me
peterhero
xx
peterhero.com
©peterhero 2012
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