Sweet 'n' Lo
Gag above relates to my sugar Daddyish tendencies (now, thankfully, over), brought about by...well, G_d knows.

As regular readers of my occasional posts may note, I'm a Class A, ocean-going nutcase and when not medicated am one of the most self destructive people I know. I am, thankfully, medicated now,

This story relates to a pharmacist called Silvie, an absolute Goddess of a woman (7 years younger than me), who took a liking to lil'ol'me on a flight home from Stanford many moons ago.

Desperate (as seen in the viewfinder of the retrospectoscope) to be loved (remember the line from Four Weddings anyone?) I did catastrophically expensive things to keep her amused, up to and including paying for her tennis coaching. Guess who she was "seeing" whilst I was working?

We eventually broke up for the final time when I refused to pay 20,000 for her to have a wholly unnecessary breast augmentation.

My next relationship I've written about on here already, at length. I managed to make an arse of that one too.

Moi, hopeless? Yep. Looks that way doesn't it?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Sat 6 Dec 2008, 14:11, 1 reply)

Bugger!
You do seem to be lacking in the luck department with women.

Don't worry, there's time for you yet : )
( girlinthehole, Sat 6 Dec 2008, 19:09, closed)