Thinking about it...
All my boyfriends have been roughly the same age as me. But all my girlfriends have always been a few years either side of me. I don't understand why this is the case, just seems to be the way it works out.

A few high (or low, should you choose it that way)-lights:


1) The 17 stone Scarborough-ian. Met at the National Student Drama Festival. I was 18, she was 24. Sex was more akin to surfing on a wave of blubber... I could lift up both arms and legs and not move in a vertical position.
Desperatly wanted to lose weight and couldn't understand why a diet of cheese, Aunt Bessies roast parsnips (pre-deepfried), pasta and chicken just made her keep gaining. Managed to get her on to eating actual vegetables and exercise. Also couldn't understand why I refused to go done on her after she'd just been to the toilet and hadn't wiped properly.


2) The 36 year old Scouse dance teacher I saw for a few months- blonde, fit, very flexible and thoroughly filthy. Also living with her partner of 9 years who didn't seem to mind playing Warcraft while I gave her a good seeing to in their bed. That one stopped when their 9 year old daughter asked us to keep it down because she had to go to school the next day. I still cringe whenever I think about that (blessedly small amount of time).


3) Elisabeth. This is my girlfriend who I have been with for nearly two years, and by the look of previous replies from certain members, I look to get flamed for. Known her since she was 13, we got together shortly after her 15th birthday - which happens to be the age of consent in Sweden where she lives (not far from Mr Humpty, coincidently).
Despite only seeing each other every 3-4 weeks, this is by far the strongest reletionship I've ever been in. I've never been with anyone who makes me as happy as she does, and her family are all very very lovely people who help us be together as much as possible. She's done some amazing things for me - getting my head straight, taking care of me on my down days, spending a fortune on phone bills to make sure I'm ok, being very understanding when I go slightly potty and what it quite possibly one of the bravest things I've known - leaving her country for the first time ever and flying over here to be with me, all by herself, so we could go to the Bloodstock heavy metal festival for my 23rd birthday this summer. Sadly, I don't really have anything funny to say about this reletionship, it's just one big bucket grabbing fest. Well, except for when she was staying over here, started sleepwalking and got in to bed with my parents...


Now back to your regualar B3ta fun and games....
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 9:53, Reply)