David Jester edited the first sentence of An Idiot in Love Wednesday, November 21, 2012.
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- My ignorance of the opposite sex, and of relationships, began when I was eight. Kerry Newsome was in the year ahead of me. She was a nine year old underachiever with the charm of a fairytale
stepsister. I had seen her on the playground a number of times, and she had giggled her way through a handful of awkward conversations with me, but I rarely gave her a second thought. That all changed during one confusing break-time. I was kicking a battered football around a chalked, concrete pitch when one of her friends interrupted me. ‘Kieran!’ I turned to see Laura Bell hollering at me, anxiously shuffling on her feet as she did so. She beckoned me over and I reluctantly scuttled her way. She stood near the boundary of the playground, where a five foot metallic perimeter shaded a view of the thick woodlands beyond. ‘Kerry wants to see you,’ she said with a wink and a smile. I made a gesture of looking around the playground. ‘She’s behind the bike-sheds,’ Laura inserted.