another scarring experience
was when i went out on a date with a mate if a mate's mate. he seemed ok, we emailed and chatted ont he phone for a while, until i actually thought he seemes ok. how wrong could i be? i met him at the most "league of gentlemen" style pub in the area, and that was just the start of it. the conversation was going well, when he decided to tell me a little more about his "working life", he was a hospital photographer, with a penchant for taking his work home with him.....he even stole a prosthetic limb, which amused me, but the photos of dead people, well just seemed odd. by this point i was thinking seriously of doing a body swerve (going to the shitters and never reappearing) but due to the structure of the building this was just impossible. instead i had to endure two solid hours of him telling me about his ex girlfriend that left him after six year, because they fell out over some mouldy chicken, and how she used to eat raw meat. i am open minded but this guy was simply wrong, he smelled a bit like old spice too, it was either that or embalming fluid....i couldn't decide.
(madamebonsoir, Tue 26 Oct 2004, 9:22, Reply)