That's when I knew it was over...
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
( , Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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Things were rocky for a while...
....she had moved out, we agreed to spend no more than 2 nights a week 'living' together (I now read this as: I want the other 5 nights to go screw around).
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Nope
Later that evening, we go together to our local. She doesn't even want me to hold or kiss her at all.
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Nope
Some guy turns up who i vaguely know, she is all over him. touchy-feely, I caught a glimse of ass-grabbing going on. Gutted.
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Nope
I turn around and find her and him simulating doggy sex over a table, moans and all.
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Hell yes.
I calmly walked over, told her she should cool off and dumped my (rather large) glass of bright blue cocktail all over her head and white top.
Check please, cue sharp exit! (yes, I was in a bar in yank land)
No apologies for anything. i have no need
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 22:33, Reply)
....she had moved out, we agreed to spend no more than 2 nights a week 'living' together (I now read this as: I want the other 5 nights to go screw around).
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Nope
Later that evening, we go together to our local. She doesn't even want me to hold or kiss her at all.
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Nope
Some guy turns up who i vaguely know, she is all over him. touchy-feely, I caught a glimse of ass-grabbing going on. Gutted.
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Nope
I turn around and find her and him simulating doggy sex over a table, moans and all.
Was this ample sign that I should bail on this relationship? Hell yes.
I calmly walked over, told her she should cool off and dumped my (rather large) glass of bright blue cocktail all over her head and white top.
Check please, cue sharp exit! (yes, I was in a bar in yank land)
No apologies for anything. i have no need
( , Fri 22 Jul 2005, 22:33, Reply)
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