The previous ex
Let me take you back into the dim and distant past of October last year...

.....Wavy lines.....

I'd just finished a physical chemistry lab from hell and decided I needed alcohol, so me and a couple of friends decided to disappear off to the student union bar for a bit. We saw some of our friends in the year above and so went off to sit with them. Someone was sitting with them who I didn't recognise so I introduced myself and as was the bar was busy I didn't hear his name, so he shouted across the table "You can call me Hannah". This amused me somewhat as he had long blonde hair and my housemate is called Hannah and has long blonde hair.

Skipping forward to the chemistry christmas social..

We had been flirting for a month or two on and off and as he had labs next door at the same time as me he'd often come in to talk to me while something of his was refluxing, and the whole department was talking about whether we were gonna get together. We had both had a bit to drink and were sat together talking while some of my even more drunk lecturers were "dancing" (a very funny sight to behold!). Anyway I realised he was going to kiss me and in my drunken state I thought "Oh, that will be nice. Hang on....we're sat in full view of the entire department and all of my friends....shit." My ever-wonderful friends then proceeded to follow us round the entire evening, taking photographs.

He dumped me in June for a 29 year old, and one of the photos is now on my friends' "Wall of shame" in their living room, to forever serve as a reminder as to why I shouldn't go out with effeminate idiots with long blonde hair. I have promised them that next time I will find a "real man". Romance is well and truly dead.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 12:24, Reply)