I met Cynthia at art school. She was a right Hoylake runt. Dead snobby. We used to poke fun at her and mock her, me and Geoff Mohammed. ‘Quiet please!’ we’d shout. ‘No dirty jokes, It’s Cynthia.’ We had a class dance, and I asked her to dance. Geoff had been having me on, saying, ‘Cynthia likes you, you know.’ As we danced, I asked her to come to a party the next day. She said she couldn’t. She was engaged.
— John Lennon on Cynthia
John asked me to dance, and I nearly died. Bingo! I then amazed myself by being very cool, calm, and collected outwardly; inside, I was out of this world. The dance was slow and smoochy. I was aloof, and John, I think, was slightly embarrassed. It was all very painful and beautiful at the same time. The remaining students were looking on with puzzled expressions at such an unlikely combination.
— Cynthia Lennon on John