"TW, the boy who was eyeing me up and hovering round my table in the library on Friday, is very nice. In a way, it’s easier to fancy him than X, because I don’t know him at all intimately, so knowledge of his character doesn’t get in the way!"

"French exams not too bad, apart from oral with sickening Mrs T. and the Killer Eye-Makeup! My feelings about X are mixed up again. Help!"

"I (rather rashly I now reflect) told G about TW, for no particular reason other than I was under the influence of alcohol [probably half a shandy], and he’s his friend. I then discovered from him that TW fancies AB! Like, this is really bad for my self-esteem. Although I didn’t (and don’t) fancy TW, it was a slight comfort to think that someone had been paying attention to me, and G’s extremely blunt approach with his sickening information was not much of a help to my confidence level. I mean, it’s *AB* for God’s sake!" [AB being a strident, horsy, embarrassing type if I remember correctly.]