Break-up Stories
Freddie Woo sends us a tale of woe which ends: "I could live with being cheated on. What really got me that there was clearly a third person holding the camera, and the arse pummeling up and down sometimes had a tattoo, sometimes it didn't. I moved out that day." Tell us about how a relationship's come crashing down around you.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 13:18)
Freddie Woo sends us a tale of woe which ends: "I could live with being cheated on. What really got me that there was clearly a third person holding the camera, and the arse pummeling up and down sometimes had a tattoo, sometimes it didn't. I moved out that day." Tell us about how a relationship's come crashing down around you.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 13:18)
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"I don't believe you."
"I don't believe you."
A bint I bonked for a while once said that, when I told her I didn't want to be her boyfriend. Why would I lie about that? I was confused by her claim - maybe that was the plan?
Anyway, I had been trying to be the gent, and let her down gently, but she refused to believe me, followed me around, showed up at places when I was out with mates (like waiting in the lobby of the cinema when I'd gone to see a film) and so on - I came home one day and found she'd washed my car while I was out... this woman I'd dated once. .. a week or so after I told her it was over...
Anyway, my patience, tolerance and ability to stand such things in silence is strong, but when it breaks, it breaks catastrophically.
I took a deep breath and started trying new tactics:
"Will you please fuck off?"
"I don't want to ever see you again."
"You are repulsive, really, and you're acting like a crazy stalker now."
"We have nothing in common."
"Having sex with you was chore."
"You're 19, and you have bingo wings."
"Your taste in music is pathetic - what? Yes, I said it was a chore: I'd rather wank. Oh - right, bye then!"
Turns out you just have to be honest.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 19:46, 2 replies)
"I don't believe you."
A bint I bonked for a while once said that, when I told her I didn't want to be her boyfriend. Why would I lie about that? I was confused by her claim - maybe that was the plan?
Anyway, I had been trying to be the gent, and let her down gently, but she refused to believe me, followed me around, showed up at places when I was out with mates (like waiting in the lobby of the cinema when I'd gone to see a film) and so on - I came home one day and found she'd washed my car while I was out... this woman I'd dated once. .. a week or so after I told her it was over...
Anyway, my patience, tolerance and ability to stand such things in silence is strong, but when it breaks, it breaks catastrophically.
I took a deep breath and started trying new tactics:
"Will you please fuck off?"
"I don't want to ever see you again."
"You are repulsive, really, and you're acting like a crazy stalker now."
"We have nothing in common."
"Having sex with you was chore."
"You're 19, and you have bingo wings."
"Your taste in music is pathetic - what? Yes, I said it was a chore: I'd rather wank. Oh - right, bye then!"
Turns out you just have to be honest.
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 19:46, 2 replies)
Bonked?
Did you have a "mad sex romp"? Was she "dynamite between the sheets"?
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 22:26, closed)
Did you have a "mad sex romp"? Was she "dynamite between the sheets"?
( , Thu 12 Sep 2013, 22:26, closed)
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