Beautiful but Bonkers
I 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?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
I 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?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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Once upon a time, I knew a boy.
He was a few months younger than me but had a type of shy naiveness to him that was kind of cute, and he also had a bit of a thing for me. I decided that he couldn't be all that bad and went out with him for a day (as in out somewhere, not dating). All went well and lovely and I had a nice time and the guy wasn't trying to get under my clothing every few minutes either. Fantastic.
However, a couple of days later I was out with a friend when she stopped me and motioned over to a tree, "isn't that [insert lad's name here] over there?" I looked and it was. We continued walking and he would run from tree to tree and dive behind bins. As amusing as this was to begin with, after a couple of weeks of him being nearby where ever I went, I had to mention something. So I politely told him to bugger off.
All seemed well for a couple of days, then the strange e-mails started. My personal favourites were something like,
'Just yesterday I was tellin someone how I wish we had never met and how I wish you were dead and how I want to peel off your face with a blunt knife.' and 'I dont care what you do shrivel up and die, move to Wales. There is so much pain I just can't feel anything for you.'
Poor kid. Ah well.
( , Sat 18 Nov 2006, 20:40, Reply)
He was a few months younger than me but had a type of shy naiveness to him that was kind of cute, and he also had a bit of a thing for me. I decided that he couldn't be all that bad and went out with him for a day (as in out somewhere, not dating). All went well and lovely and I had a nice time and the guy wasn't trying to get under my clothing every few minutes either. Fantastic.
However, a couple of days later I was out with a friend when she stopped me and motioned over to a tree, "isn't that [insert lad's name here] over there?" I looked and it was. We continued walking and he would run from tree to tree and dive behind bins. As amusing as this was to begin with, after a couple of weeks of him being nearby where ever I went, I had to mention something. So I politely told him to bugger off.
All seemed well for a couple of days, then the strange e-mails started. My personal favourites were something like,
'Just yesterday I was tellin someone how I wish we had never met and how I wish you were dead and how I want to peel off your face with a blunt knife.' and 'I dont care what you do shrivel up and die, move to Wales. There is so much pain I just can't feel anything for you.'
Poor kid. Ah well.
( , Sat 18 Nov 2006, 20:40, Reply)
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