Why can't chocolates win me love?

I was thinking back to the first girl that I fell in love with.

Picture the scene. A young boy of 13, innocent in many ways, yet wise enough to know that girls had to be impressed in order to get them to notice you!

Back in my youth, I had to attend Chinese school in order to learn the ways of the Cantonese language. The school I went to, was in the basement of St Martins in the Field church in Trafalgar Square, and it was quite a small school compared to the other ones in London. I had been there for a few years now, so I pretty much knew everyone there.

So one Sunday, I noticed a new face there. And then it hit me - here was a girl that I wanted to get to know! Up to that point, I had pretty much treat girls as the "enemy".

But this one was different - she wore pretty dark clothing, and looked incredibly moody, which I found to be very appealing.

I thought about her for the whole week. Usually, I dreaded going to Chinese school, but this time, I was really looking forward to it.

I guess that I thought I was a bit of a smoothie - I was heavily influenced by T.V and thought that my slick approach to winning her heart would "seal the deal"!.

So, the following Sunday, armed with my box of Dairy Milk chocolates, I ask my sister to give them to Wendy with my hand written note.

"I think you're the one!"

2 minutes later, my sister returns with the box of chocolate, along with a verbal message

(for some reason, my sister always quote this in a northern accent! I didn't even know she was from up there!)

"That does it, tell him to get lost!"

My approach had failed. She had scorned my love, and thrown it back at me with a northern accent.

Still, at least my chocolates weren't wasted. I think one of my cousins asked if she could have the box if I didn't want it!