I'm about 19, in the 3rd year of my apprenticeship and I'm just coming from the D.O. having just collected a drawing when in the distance along the corredor I can hardly believe my eyes - an adult size version of Barbie, a gorgeous blue-eyed blonde, about 18, I'd never seen before, so that meant she must have been a new starter, anyway we pass and exchange smiles. At that time there was serious competition amongst the girls at the company who could wear the shortest miniskirt and believe me Barbie led the race by miles. Our paths crossed over the course of the next few days, she was from the USA and inexplicably I didn't gather very much intelligence about her so I don't know if she was a student, temp whatever, anyway I thought I've got to make a play for her, I knew she was way out of my league and I'd be punching above my weight but I thought you never know.
I was leaving the factory entrance one day about 5.00pm and I turned the corner and who should be standing on the main reception steps: Barbie, looking like she was waiting for a lift, I thought no time like the present and approached her, we spoke briefly and then I asked her out and do you know what she said? NO.
My guess is she already had a boy friend, probably earning zillions of squid a year as a hedge-fund manager, planning to retire at 25 and that was his Iso Grifo parked in the company garage.
Life's a bitch and then you die (Stewart Granger 1913-93, movie star) - but, maybe, NOT for everyone.
Peg.