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not so much a dumping as an akward parting. A few years ago, iwas out on the "razz" with a few chums when i got chatting to these two broads, one hot one not so hot. Needless to say i scored the hot one, who happened to be french. The next day i get a breathy, frenchy, sexy " ello, its me, i would like to meeet you or something..." so after replaying the message to all my mates i called her and arranged to hook up. we enjoyed a brief fling, knowing all the while she was back to france in a weeks time. on the last day before she left, we were out having a drink and i was feeling her jabs when she started harping on about keeping in touch. i agreed and asked had she a pen and the rest in her bag to exchange details. she rooted through her bag and ripped a sheet of paper... out of her homework journal! she was about 15 and here was me porking her like a 19 year old.

after that i got occasiional emails off her lamenting her poor marks in maths and hatred of her music teacher. dear lord.
(jimpleton, Fri 18 Jun 2004, 16:42, Reply)