my boyfriend...
is an inch shorter than me, 15 years older than me (i'm 25 and he's 40), has been married, has done too much acid, can't cook anything other than fish with steamed vegetables, owns 148 black band t-shirts but just one pair of jeans and he earns less than me.
when i was ill he brought me softcore porn to watch- this was about a week before we started dating. a brave move i thought.
it then took him a year or so to get drunk enough to tell me he fancied me... which consisted of him knocking on my door at around 1am, slurring something about my smile and making me laugh...
i woke up in his bed the next day (i was sober by the way, and can't entirely explain how he seduced me) and have woken up with him every other day or so for about 6 months now, and the bastard is making me fall in love with him.

he said he knew i was the girl for him when i quoted Brasseye as i poured him a pint (i was a barmaid you see.) and later called him a 'silly c*nt' whilst wearing a very tight skirt. this apparently is a magical combination for some men. or one man at least...

he isn't the man i pictured being with, and i tried not to like him that way for ages, being shallow enough to let his height bother me, but he's pretty amazing. very amazing.

silly cunt that he is.
(missmissy, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 1:18, 2 replies)

congrats...
Your another victim of the epidemic going around called love! The only treatment is cynicism.


I emplore you embrace it and enjoy it for aslong as you can. Cynics don't feel it.
Noone understands it!
(tammybear1985, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 4:20, closed)

Cake!
Brass Eye would work for me, too. Chris Morris (and Armando Iannucci) FTW.
( Ghoti Fingers, Sat 30 Aug 2008, 9:56, closed)