On the wings of love, only the 7 of us......
Oh my first love.

Her name was Helen, and I loved her so much it hurt. She was , funny, incredibly intelegent and looked like Hannah from S Club 7, but better. After knowing her for about two years we finally got together (after much to-ing and fro-ing I hasten to add, which culminated in me being arrested for kidnap, but thats a different story)

Anyhoo... we were together for about a year before I noticed anything was amiss. Many was the time we would go out on the beer, she would ask for a particular drink and when I got back she decided that wasn't what she asked for. I just thought it was her being a typical bloody woman. It wasnt, it was the first stages of "multiple personaity disorder", (you can't say mental these days). After meeting the 6 different versions of Helen in about 4 months, often within minutes of each other, we split up after she bit me, hard on the arm and I had to have 6 stitches to patch me up. She couldn't remember doing it, and I was shit scared. Last I heard she was in a "care home".

Strange thing is I still love her in my own way. But not as much as the current Mrs Cool, we've been together 8 years this year. Because she is teh best.

No appologies ever - I am teh mucho cool. (see name for proof)

Come on Legless, more tales from you please. I know you can only have one "first love", but a couple of your shagging stories would lighten the mood.
(Commander Cool, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 16:50, Reply)