ok one more and then i stop...
a mate of a mate's ex boyfriend was moving up down to nottignham, as a civil engineer. he knew no-one and was very cute, so naturally my mate decided to take him under her wing and invite him out and show him the hotpots of the mighty city. it was his first saturday out in nottingham, and mine too, as i had been away at uni, and it was the first time i had to face my ex bf of 4 years since we'd split. naturally, as so often happens, drinks were flowing and i was lapping them up in one bar, whilst my other mates were taking the new boy out elsewhere in town. to cut a long story short, the ex made one cruel jibe too many, and me being the acid tongued bitch that i am, i cut him right down and left. the drinking continued, after meeting up with my other mates, except when we got tot he club, i , wel, passed out in the toilets....for two hours. emerging later, felling somewhat rough, i stumble into the new boy, who takes me outside for air, where i promptly chundered all over his shoes. him and his mate then put me in a taxi home, where i vomitted out of the window, and had to pay a £50 cleaning charge. on the bright side the boy phoned me back and took me out on a date. he took me to bella pasta, i was mortified, he made me eat raw tomato....which makes me gag, and then he spilled wine on me. the evening can only be described as wholly unsuccessful, especially as he got with my mate a fortnight later, and ended up going out with her for a year. poor girl.
(madamebonsoir, Tue 26 Oct 2004, 9:31, Reply)