Thoughtful
Looking back, I was a bit of a twat when I was younger. I'd been going out with a lovely lady for around 2 years. Let's call her Rachel. She'd dumped her boyfriend of 5 years for me, and lost her virginity with me (she was Catholic, so this was a big deal). But then I met someone else and realised I had to leave Rachel. I went to visit her: she picked me up from the station looking stunning. Her parents were out for the weekend and she'd cooked a fantastic meal for me.

After the lovely meal and some wine we went to bed. I kept meaning to tell her I was leaving her, but somehow I convinced myself that a final shag would soften the blow. Just as we were getting down to it she whispered in my ear that she'd thought I was coming to see her in order to dump her... "Well actually", I began, and told her. Unsurprisingly she went ballistic and hoofed me out of bed. That was a long night. At 5am she agreed to drive me to the station. Not many trains at Bolton at 5 in the morning, and it was bloody freezing.

When I got home I called my new girlfriend to tell her I was free (this was in the days before mobile phones). "Great", she said, "by the way, did I tell you I was going to America for 4 months?" So that worked out well. (Actually it did - we are still together 25 years later. Aaah).
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 4 Jan 2013, 4:57, 1 reply)

This is a very magical narrative.

(Elephant Balderdash attempting to bottle the absurd, Fri 4 Jan 2013, 10:12, closed)