Sixteen Years Old - Adrian Mole

Adrian Albert Mole 15

Sunday April 18th

LOW SUNDAY

Pandora has just left my bedroom. I am just about devastated with frustration. I can’t go on like this. I have written to Aunt Clara, the Agony Aunt.

 

Dear Aunt Clara,

I am a fifteen-year-old schoolboy. My grandma tells me that I am attractive and many people have commented on how mature I am for my years. I am the only child of a bad marriage (apart from the dog). My problem is this:  I am deeply in love with an older girl (by three months). She is in a class above me (I don’t mean in school: we  are in the same class at school. I mean that she is in a social class above me.) but she claims that this doesn’t matter to our relationship. We have been very happy until recently when I have started to be obsessed by sex. I have fallen to self-manipulation quite a lot lately, and it is OK for a bit but it soon wears off. I know that a proper bout of lovemaking would do me good. It would improve my skin and help my mind to concentrate on my ‘O’ level studies.

I have tried all sorts of erotic things, but my girl-friend  refuses to go the whole hog.  She says we are not ready.

I  am quite aware of the awesome things about bringing an unwanted baby into the world and I would wear a protective dildo.

Yours in desperation,

Poet of the Midlands