Disaster the next:
Quite a long time after Disaster 1 (see below): when she stopped saying "I love you" altogether, and didn't ring me up or come by or return e-mails with the usual and customary frequency. No warning, no indications that things were headed pear-shaped.

Not only that, she started disliking my dog, which she had previously adored.

The moment I knew it was over was when I met her at the pub one evening (incidentally, not by prior arrangement) and she shrugged, said Hello and went back to talking with one of her mates from work. Hellooo-oooo! Did I even exist anymore? Probably not in her eyes. It was OVER at that moment.

The death knell was a month later, I was chatting someone up at the pub and SHE walked right by the table, leaned over to the lass I was speaking with and said, loudly enough for me to hear, "You could do a lot better than him." (Who asked her, anyway?)

Grrr. London isn't big enough for the two of us.
( ronin9026, Fri 22 Jul 2005, 20:07, Reply)