Where do I find these people? (Part I)
Pulled a girl from the dark depths of southern England. On my first venture down there, I couldn't find the place where she lived, it was completely unmarked, despite being a fair size town, and I got lost at least four times in tiny villages along the way.
Should have seen it as an omen, really.

- Got together because my mate had chucked her and I felt sorry for her. Within an hour of friendly conversation, she declared she loved me. Being young and naive, I thought this was only weird in a good way.
- We argued, on average (I've worked it out), once every two days during the whole 3-month debacle. About anything and everything.
- I discovered her planning to shag the most irritating twat I know, despite declaring undying love for me near-continuously (in between arguments).
- She accused me of first plotting to run off with a female friend of mine because I dared go shopping with her, and then of plotting to run off with her best friend because I'd talked to her once.
- Then when I was with her she attempted to chat up another guy about 3ft in front of me. Who was 10 years older than her. And a fucking postman. Did I know it was over then? Sort of, but nothing 2 years of pining that I know is hopelessly irrational hasn't managed to wear down. Last I heard she was bonking some guy of about 35 (she's 18) in a council flat somewhere in the bowels of Kent.
Scarily, I'm pretty sure I'd still take her back if she asked. This was 2 years ago.

I hate me. and postmen.
( Shegetz Chris Kamara's comedy moustache, Fri 22 Jul 2005, 7:33, Reply)