Desperate Holiday
Frankspencer reminded me of this one with his mention of reading Moby Dick three times....

I went on holiday with the gay ex-soldier I had a thing with (I've mentioned him before in qotw - he looked better in a dress than I did...)...

Anyway...

We went to Morocco for a couple of weeks - you know the sort of thing, sun, sand, sex and camels.
Stayed in a very nice hotel. Had a very nice room overlooking the beach. Good food, good weather, blah, blah, blah.

Two weeks. Two healthy individuals both in their early 20s (at the time). Alone.

I took three books with me (why? To read on the beach).

I read all of them.

Three bloody times.

We went to the beach once - it was too sandy for him.

It was shortly after that I realised he was gay.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:01, 4 replies)

Oh dear!
There's a lot to be said for well practised gaydar.
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:13, closed)

I was young
naive and just out of an all girls' convent school....what did I know?!
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:20, closed)

How did you work out he was gay?
Was it the way he was well groomed and good with colours?
Or was it the effeminate hispanic bloke hanging off of the end of his nob?
(Vic Flange, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:28, closed)

I lived in Morocco
stupidly took my alcholic ex there for a few months, she dragged me around every sordid bar and miles for the hidden booze shops.

Suprised you didnt relieve the tension with a Moroccan there are many beutiful ones out there.
( Trollman, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 15:34, closed)