Beautiful but BonkersI used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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*drools*It was college. She had curly red hair, long. And freckles. And great boobs, soft hips, great stomach. And she was somewhat magnetic...
She got hold of my faceparty.co.uk profile. And discovering that there were links to other people on my profile... she went a bit bonkers.
The first guy she discovered on my profile went to our college... so she messaged him, "accidently" bumped into him there and they went out for a bit. Nothing too bad there, apart from neglecting to tell the guy where she'd got the link from.
The second guy was a bit more fun. She got the number off my mobile ( either that or she's more scary than I thought ), and "accidently" sent it a text message. She then started chatting there, and low and behold, she messaged him on faceparty as well. Well, I didn't know the guy that well, but thought "sod it, he can deal with it" and left it - he twigged where she'd managed to get his number from anyway.
The third guy fell for her. badly. And managed to get him to drive 300-odd miles to come see her for a day or so. At which point, I'd had enough. And started yelling lots. She thought I liked him too, so she broke up with him. Only it was her... *sighs*
This would be a normal type of my quasi-crazy friends, if only for the fact that this happened over 2 YEARS ago and I'm still getting phonecalls from the second guy
"er, hello. Remember Claire?"
"er, yes"
"er... she's outside my house right now"
"er, did you invite her?"
"no"
"how did she get your address?"
"I don't know."
But she never understood. I wanted *her*. She would never have to stalk *me*. I wanted to touch that beautiful hair, caress her bosom, touch her face gently as I kissed. I wanted to take her in her room and give her the best sex she'd ever had, but no. I had to sit and simper away while she went and stalked all the internet people and not me.
Few weeks ago I find out that she doesn't like women anymore.
So i've missed the boat. But it doesn't matter. One day she'll see sense. And I'll be there waiting...
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