Infatuation over
I had been a little bit infatuated (read loved talking to and snogged whenever possible - sadly only a few times a year) with a certain young man for a period of about 2 years. It was great, he was funny, I was bloody hilarious and we had several drunken and dirty snogs with extras.

Roll the clock forward to my last outing in London before I fucked off to the Big Apple - there was much drinking and not talking to anyone else and (I am reliably informed by my then flatmates) much classy snogging outside MacDonalds. All back to ours and I think why not take this to its logical crotch-snogging conclusion. So we head to my room and this is the point that he informs me that we can't do anything of the sort, as he has a girlfriend and has had for the last 3 years. He just has never mentioned this to anyone (not entirely out of characted for him to be fair).

This is not the bit that cured my like of him - fair enough the man is taken, but I am quite happy to leave things as they are as its not like I wanted to date him from overseas. The thing that cured me was when he told my flatmate I should be 'ashamed and embarrassed' of throwing myself at him and being turned down. That was like a bucket of cold water to the nether regions, and I suddenly realised that he looked like Daniel Beddingfield and was in fact just as much of a twat.

Apologies for the use of the phrase 'crotch-snogging', but never for lenght.
(kitteny_goodness, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 15:44, Reply)