… our first proper date, when she made to greet me with a peck on the cheek, only to be faced with a look resembling not so much a rabbit in the headlights as a squirrel in the juggernaut lane of the M62. It wasn’t that I was averse to being kissed by her, I’d just expected it a bit further into our fledgling relationship. But I could tell from her reaction that she was suddenly concerned her potential new boyfriend was some kind of emotionally-stunted, intimacy-shunning freak. Then again, best she found this out in advance, I suppose.
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In June 2000 I started blogging at peteashton.com and 10 years later in June 2010 I decided to stop. Blogging here, that is. I started a clean slate over on I Am Pete Ashton and maintain all manner of other web presences which are all listed here along with my contact details.
You probably came here via a Google search or from following a link on some old blog post somewhere. I hope what you find is useful in some way, though do check the publication date - it might be rather old now.
Thanks for your eyeballs.
Pete Ashton
Cheers, Pete: it’s good of you to spread the word of my freakosity far and wide.
It’s a pleasure. Any time.