Taryn McAllister was a real cutie at Aspley State High School. God, she was gorgeous. She lived three blocks from me, and one day I asked if I could walk her home. She said yes. Standing on her front steps, I kissed her - smack - quickly. She didn't seem to mind, so I did it three days in a row. On the fourth day, before I could kiss her, she invited me in. I'd have felt like Casanova had I known who Casanova was. Inside, I was just about to kiss Taryn in the hallway when she stopped me and said, "Wait. You don't know how to kiss." Then she surprised me and said she'd show me how to do it right. I am so grateful.

Taryn and I went out together until she moved to a nearby suburb. Long-distance relationships seldom work, and Bald Hills and Pine Rivers were six kilometres apart. Six k is too far to ride a bicycle, especially when you can't spend the night. So we had to break up. It was tragic and it took Taryn at least a couple of hours to get over me.