Another kind of dumped, but it still ended the relationship
Way back when I was a spotty teen at college, there was a very attractive Iranian girl who I liked. I wasn't much use at chatting up, and to be frank I reckoned she was waaaaay out of my league, but amazingly I seemed to be making some progress. She was interested in the fact that I rode a motorcycle, so I plucked up the courage and asked her if she'd like to go for a ride. I couldn't believe it when she said yes!

I had visions of a gentle ride through the countryside, perhaps stopping at a pub for lunch. I also had other kinds of visions, which were threatening to poke holes in the fuel tank. This could be the start of something, I thought, as she swung her long legs over the seat and her arms snaked around my chest - she actually seems keen on me.

She wasn't so keen when I hit a patch of gravel leaving the college car-park and dumped the bike, simultaneously cutting her leg and burning it on the exhaust...

Shortest date I ever had, I reckon.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 7 Jan 2013, 16:41, 5 replies)

Bravo sir!
All because the lady loves gravel rash.
(username failed moderation, Mon 7 Jan 2013, 17:09, closed)

Ravel Gash?

( Ghoti Fingers, Mon 7 Jan 2013, 20:57, closed)

That would be shagging to the sound of Bolero
Speeds up gradually, which is nice, but I find the persistent image of Jane Torville is rather off-putting.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 8 Jan 2013, 10:52, closed)

I always thought you "dropped" your bike.
Still works tho here in Oz, I've been dropped like a hot casserole dish a couple of times.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 8 Jan 2013, 6:51, closed)

I can say, through experience
that you drop a stationary bike.

I have a Renthal gold card.
(username failed moderation, Tue 8 Jan 2013, 8:41, closed)