a stereotypical psycho girlfriend
She cheated on me. I found out, dumped her, and slept with someone else. She then had a go at me for hurting her feelings and being inconsiderate.

But I can't really talk. A year or so before, I was supposed to meet a girl in a club. We'd been talking for ages and had a few previous liaisons, but I was a bit annoyed with her because she was messing me around a bit and she'd pulled someone else the week before. I got absolutely fucked before going. After an evening of partaking of various pleasures, and having lectured the landlady of my local (as mentioned in the Pubs question a couple of weeks ago) with far too much to drink and a cocktail of other drugs inside me, I marched into the club, cocky as fuck, feeling like the world was mine for the taking. I looked for the girl I was supposed to be meeting, but couldn't see her.

So I marched onto the dancefloor and pulled the first girl I could find. After five minutes of tonsil tennis, I turned round, and there was my girl, shaking her head at me.

Really, genuinely, I can't remember anything after that moment. But the next day, she told me what happened.

I had come over, pleading my case, asking for forgiveness. She relented, and we kissed for a while, and then parted, probably to get drinks or something.

Five minutes later she saw me kissing another girl. Again with the head-shaking, followed by forgiveness and more kissing.

And then she saw me kissing another girl. More head-shaking, forgiveness, etc (I think she'd kinda got the theme of the night by now).

And then I saw her kissing another guy. And I went up to her...

and had a go at her for it.

"What do you think you're doing? You're supposed to be with me! What the fuck etc etc"

We argued for a little bit, and then she apologised, and I relented, kisses etc.

And then she saw me kissing another girl.

And then she saw me kissing another guy.

I think the last event, if she hadn't quite got it before, finally switched her on to the fact that I had absolutely no control of myself that night and barely knew my own face, let alone who I was supposed to be kissing.

But there you have it. When fucked off my face, my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
(cypherspace is not a toaster, Thu 19 Feb 2009, 15:07, 2 replies)

Oh, I don't know...
... If you'd kept going, you were bound to have ended up with her eventually. Frankly, this just sounds like a lack of stamina on your part.

*click*
(Ellinikos contains a source of phenylalanine, Thu 19 Feb 2009, 19:18, closed)

Click
you messy fucker
(knackerz is skinning up, Fri 20 Feb 2009, 3:25, closed)