Book 1 – “The Alpha Man in Me” – Chapter 11 – I Love You

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Can you remember 1983?It was the year when the first compact discs, remember them, went on sale in the United Kingdom, a year when Margret Thatcher won the election again and Manchester United won the FA Cup. It was also the year when it became legal to wheel clamp illegally parked cars.But to me, 1983 was far more important than any of those things, as it was the year that I realised I needed to face my future and start to grow up—to become the man I am today.My story or more correctly, our story starts with a visit to my local beach on the south coast of England in late July 1983… The visit had been sparked by realisation, grief and some emotion… emotions which I was still trying to understand, but first let me introduce myself.I am David, eighteen with my nineteenth birthday fast approaching in mid-September. In appearance, I have been told by girls that I am quite attractive, in a handsome sort of way… Yes maybe even arrogant, though I did not quite see it myself!It was true that when I tried, which was not that often, I never had any issue with attracting the attention of good-looking ladies but looking to attract girls was not really me… I simply didn’t understand them. I was happily playing sports, bursa escort and being single but recent events made me reconsider… and try to set some goals in life.I am six foot one inch tall with quite an athletic build due to all the sports I play. I have green eyes, high cheekbones and slight dimples… dark brown hair which I kept fairly short with a fringe and a parting on the left-hand side. Currently, I am living at my parent’s house and studying engineering whilst completing an apprenticeship at a large local company.I had just come back from a Mediterranean “lads” holiday with my then two best friends, Mark and Tony, where we had a terrific time and got up to all sorts of mischief which included me meeting an eighteen-year-old ginger-haired girl called Kirsty. I had taken her virginity and then semi-fell in love with her as we fucked and then made love for the whole week.Holiday love, the lads called it when they teased me, but it was new for me, after loving and leaving; my internal feelings, my emotions, just seemed to be all over the place.That coupled with the fact that I had learned shortly after my return that one of my old school friends, Michael, had been killed in a motorbike accident. bursa escort bayan It had sort of shocked me—life was precious. It started me thinking about my life, my future and where I wanted it to go.To get some time to reflect in peace I took the fifteen-minute walk from my parent’s house down to the local beach. I just sat there on a bench seat that overlooked the calm sea with the sandy beach slightly below me. A family sat there, the blonde mother reading a book while the father and two young boys were building an enormous sandcastle. Just in front of them, a slightly older fair-haired girl was paddling at the edge of the sea. I wondered if she was part of the same family group. It was not so clear.I sat there, taking in the sea air and began thinking, reflecting, and even assessing what I wanted in life—my goals. It is at this point that this story, our story, really begins.I notice a young tall girl just to my left who was leaning over the railings that define the rear of the beach to the footpath and the bench where I was currently sitting.She seemed to be doing the same thing as me, looking out to sea and reflecting, though she also wore a slight grin as her yellow crop top blew escort bursa in the gentle breeze. On an older woman, you would say she was dressed provocatively in her tight white shorts.I just could not help but stare at her as she had that essence of future beauty about her… even though she was probably only in her mid-teens. There was something about her that just caught my eye. It was her hair, cut in a long bob but it was not the style that caught my eye, it was its unique natural colour.At first, I thought it was golden brown but there was also a lot of flaming red, and then I saw the blonde streaks peeping through the curtain of red and brown hair. It was mesmerising as it fluttered in the wind. I had never seen natural colours like it before, or for that matter since.She looked around. I got caught staring, though she grinned. “Sorry,” I embarrassingly said.“It’s your hair. It’s got so many different colours in it,” I then innocently remarked.Her cheeky grin turned into a smile. I had the feeling that she had been flirting with me, though I wasn’t sure. She was still young, but maybe not so innocent.“It’s my Celtic ancestry,” she replied, then shrugged and looked down at the young family below.“You can see my dad is dark-haired, in general, his side of my family has ginger or reddish-brown hair and on my mum’s side, they are mainly all blondes. I seem to have a bit of both though my sister and brothers are all fair-headed.”

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