My bedroom, after a long time on the sauce
Mates girlfriend, too drunk to really do anything, fell asleep mid-thrust (does that count? I'm counting it!). She was so drunk she couldn't remember it in the morning (she threw herself at me!). Still, she went out with me :)

And broke* my heart *sniff*

Boyfriend still doesn't know, but I think he kind of guessed when he went on holiday and came back to find her sitting on my knee in the pub and was informed that we were going out.... ouch!

oh...nineteen.

The shame.

*ripped out, spat on, trampled on e.t.c.

Edit: this story reflects very badly on me in so many ways but you'll just have to take my word for it that I was** the good guy in it all.


**insist I am
(chocolatepossum, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 10:21, Reply)