Oh, G.
I was thinking about how best to address the question of the "impulse buy" when I was thinking about Georgina, my second ex-wife - for those of you who are aware of the sorry tale, Georgina was my sixteen-day wife.

There was a *lot* of impulse buying within my relationship with Georgina but I think the biggest way of describing impulse is to describe the first eleven days of our relationship.

Day1 (Thursday) - email Georgina via a website; she'd posted what I believed to be a tongue-in-cheek ad

Day2 (Friday) - receive reply

Day3 (Saturday) - no contact

Day4 (Sunday) - no contact

Day5 (Monday) - more contact via website and email through PM system; SMS during Monday evening when I was visiting a friend

Day6 (Tuesday) - agree to meet that evening in London for dinner; lose my mind (not really lost, it was already gone) and, within two hours of having met her, ask her to marry me. She treats it as being flippant. Walk from restaurant to London Eye via Tesco where we get a bottle of champagne which we spray together into the Thames. Spend night at hotel together.

Day7 (Wednesday) - email. A lot. Grin (a lot (me)). Flippancy confirmed by email.

Day8 (Thursday) - ask her to accompany me to Prague that weekend where I need to collect my car and drive it back to UK having left it there a few weeks previously. Spend much of Thursday kicking myself about flippancy of comment on Tuesday evening and worry about having cocked up spectacularly.

Day9 (Friday) - in the morning, take an hour off work and visit jeweller at Canary Wharf. Spend £2500(ish) on single diamond in white gold engagement ring. In the afternoon, meet Georgina at Paddington to go to Heathrow where I keep ring on me throughout, including asking security chap at terminal 2 to not ask me to take it out and show it to him. Travel to Prague; spend evening in Crowne Plaza Hotel in Prague Dejvice.

Day10 (Saturday) - walking across Charles Bridge in the middle of Prague, I go down on one knee, and asked her to marry me. She said yes. We drive the 700km to Koln, our stop-off point on the route to Calais.

Day11 (Sunday) - arrive in Calais late morning, and whilst waiting for ferry I get a very interesting (no, really) lecture in cloud formations. Ferry; arrive in UK. Drive to my new place that I was renting for a year. On arrival, I ask the question "so, you moving in then?" to which she replies "yeah, alright then".

End of tale. Ed = dickhead for having cocked it up SO spectacularly. Much as I wish she did, she doesn't read b3ta as far as I know, so I can write this next with near impunity:

Georgina I love you with my whole heart and I miss you. It's been 715 days since you left and I love you and miss you more today than I loved you and missed you 714 days ago but less than I will tomorrow; please, put me out of my misery.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 22 May 2009, 23:06, 14 replies)

Jesus
Jesus that got a bit depressing at the end
(Eoghan, Fri 22 May 2009, 23:15, closed)

Words fail me
*man hugs* It'll get better. It will. It will take a long time, but hold on in there, and it will.

I'd like to buy you a drink at some point.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Fri 22 May 2009, 23:18, closed)

wow.
I don't 'like' this, too painful to like, but *click* for the honesty and the tale.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Fri 22 May 2009, 23:47, closed)

Cries
Thats about it really.


The world needs more romantics like you

bless yer heart
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Sat 23 May 2009, 0:13, closed)

fuck me.
that's pretty awful Ed.

I don't know what else to say. I just want to give you a massive hug.
(Poppet some assembly required., Sat 23 May 2009, 5:00, closed)

oh ed!
:(

clicky though
( The Helpful Bear, Sat 23 May 2009, 8:55, closed)

Thank you all
for your help in this. I do genuinely appreciate the amount of b3tanlove here.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Sat 23 May 2009, 12:51, closed)

pay attention now
the way to survive a broken relationship is the same as that to avoid nuclear fall out.
Time: As it goes by the pain get's less.
Distance: Plenty between u and the subject so u don't bump into her.
Shielding: This is the best, get something between u and her, i recommend, the next dolly bird that comes your way. I was in love 3 weeks ago and spurned, i'm in love again this week (it's taken a year since the last really serious one but this one has some real potential.
(Discreditor wants the dream to come true, Sat 23 May 2009, 23:11, closed)

I can relate to that
it's been over four years since me and my (completely mental, but not all her fault) ex split...she played some truly horrible mind games on me (to the point where my sisters and some of my female friends who know what went on still want to kill her on sight), but if she said we were back on tomorrow I'd be on the first coach back up north.
you cant choose who you fall in love with, I suppose. *sighs*

good advice from discreditor, mind.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Mon 25 May 2009, 15:53, closed)

That is THE MOST
pathetic, retarded tale I've ever heard. Seriously, what did you expect you stupid shit? How about forming a healthy, long term relationship to see if you're both ready for that sort of commitment before blowing your financial and emotional wads on getting married.
No click for your sad sack stupidity.
(Leyxia, Wed 27 May 2009, 12:23, closed)

you've never done stupid things for love then?
or is everything in your life, including your relationships, planned with cold logic and expediency?
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Wed 27 May 2009, 14:23, closed)

Sure
Anyone who doesn't get married to some slapper he met on a website a few days ago is planning their life with cold logic. Good work, I can see why she left you, you dropkick.

I wonder what the ratio is for marriages within a month of meeting working out in the long term, as opposed to 'cold, logical marriages' that everyone seems to be into.
Maybe we can be a case study? We'll see which of us is happily married to the girl they love in a year or three, and which of us cries themselves to sleep in a post wank induced guilt after too much cheap vodka.
(Leyxia, Wed 27 May 2009, 14:51, closed)

^ *click*

(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Wed 27 May 2009, 18:00, closed)

you must be fun to hang around with then.
.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Thu 28 May 2009, 6:59, closed)