Oops
Many years ago, as a student, I was at a club night, on a Tuesday. I was, safe to say, absolutely off my tits having drunk a remarkable amount and also taken about 6 E's.
I was dancing away, when I met a girl (Vicki Cha*man! I still remember her name!)out for her birthday with her mum. As the evening progressed, she chatted me up, then her mum did, then when I rejected the old dear she attacked me. The daughter got off with my mate.
The next week she was there again, I snogged her, and arranged a date for the following evening (I don't know why!). Well, it was awful. I took her to a very posh bar, and the scrubber stuck out like a sore thumb. The conversation veered, almost immediately, into her confessing she had had an abortion at 16 and that her mum was on the game. Feeling dire, I double dropped when she went to the toilet to make the evening bearable. It worked, I took her home and shagged her (unsuccessfully from my point of view, very successfully from hers), gave her my real mobile number by mistake and got stalked for about 3 months.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Thu 28 Oct 2004, 8:51, Reply)