sally
in the hormone drenched years, i struck up a relationship with a girl named sally. i think that the initial attraction was how she punched out her ex boyfriend in the middle of a crowded pub. i never really liked him.
anyhoo - i haven't thought about her for years - i've been with mrs host for eleven years+ now. but, everyone i was ever even remotely friendly with me kindly pointed out she was a nutter. she was chasing and actively chased by a mutual friend but wetn absolutely mental when i was even remotely friendly with the now mrs. host.
nights out were littered with her disappearing and wondering off by herself/ getting picked up by kerb crawlers thinking she was a homeless prossie and in one fateful evening, wandering out to sea whilst pissed while i was having a bit of friendly chat with the now mrs. host.
i eventually called it a day when she told me that someone male, with whom she shared a cab with one night was in her room and stole her walkman. according to her he slept on the landing and when she woke up he was in her room using the sink. yeah right.
she used to scratch me during sex because of something that happened in her past that she wouldn't tell me about and would often wake me up in the middle of the night by grabbing various bits of me.
she set herself on fire once while cooking a bacon sandwich and had a really loud laugh that i frequently had to say 'look, just shut the fuck up - you are being too loud.'
when we broke up she started seeing my brother. i put up with a good couple of years of this girl. my brother lasted one weekend.
all part of growing up, i guess.

lh
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