A mate of mine, who I'm still on very good terms with.



Well, I did the dirty on him with his girlfriend, twice, a different girl each time.

The first one had enough of his clingyness and wanted a break. As he waited faithfully for her to return to his loving arms, she was with me as we shagged each other senseless. "Thank Christ you're nothing like Kevin" she said "I can't be doing with his whining and neediness when all I want is a laugh, a few drinks and a good fuck" She went back to him and put up with a few more weeks of his antics before breaking it off for good. He then turned up on my doorstep in a desperate state so we had to go out and get drunk - of course I made sure he was paying first before agreeing to accompany him. He told me that she'd said that, while on their break, she met someone who showed her how to have a casual relationship with no strings attached and that's the way she preferred it. "I wish I could find that bastard and fucking kill him" said Kevin. I gave a non-committal grunt or something as I sipped my free pint.

The second time was a few years later. Again it was his neediness and control-freakery that pissed her off. She wanted to end the relationship so he sent me round to have a heart-to-heart with her. I did as he asked but things got a tad too intimate so we had to retire to her boudoir to discuss some important details. I went back to him and said "Sorry, her mind seems to be made up and there was nothing I could say or do."

I tend to rationalise it in both cases as the relationship being dead in all but name so I wasn't too much in the wrong. I do tend to rationalise a lot of things in my life though.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Sat 1 Sep 2007, 15:29, Reply)