She repeatedly sent me photos three years out of date (deceptive)
She let me stay over, but locked her bedroom door so I couldn't even see it. (weird)
She was really really boring
I texted her on the way home, she replied with a stroppy message
I then got on with my life which involved having to sort out the whole eviction debacle and didn't spend the next three years of my life being a whiny cunt.
(PsychoChomp, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:00, 5 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

you are such a grade a cunt. as you don't get it, here's why:
1 - those pics were not out of date. but if they had been 10 years out of date, you saw me in the pub. you could easily have said, "sorry love, imma back to MK". why not do that? why invite yourself back to my flat instead?

2 - if i've been lazy and i have people coming round, i chuck stuff in that room and lock the door, so they don't think i'm untidy. it's lazy, it's not weird.

3 - this is an out and out lie. there was no text.

4 - of course, you never asked for any assistance with that, to get your stuff back or anything else, did you?
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:05, Reply)

Was this pre or post the pizza incident where she paid at the bar?
You had sex, but, then slept on the couch and her in the bedroom?
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:06, Reply)

Pizza was a takeaway at hers.
Pub lunch was the day after.
(PsychoChomp, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:10, Reply)

Okay, lets lay out a timeline here....
You two are gazing back'n'forth,
you nip down hers thinking luuuuu-key.
pizza arrives, she pays
[censored information]
you sleep on the couch, she sleeps in her bedroom
you go out for lunch,
she sneek-pays
you nip off home, send a text, she sends a stroppy text back
-=-=-=-=-
beef happens.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:13, Reply)

So when did you fuck her and how did you know the bedroom door was locked?

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:14, Reply)

i have 2 bedrooms
one had clothes and stuff strewn on the bed, the other didn't. not rocket science. in fact, it was probably the same when you guys came round before christmas.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:17, Reply)

Ahhhh, ok, that makes sense now.
Most people I know don't have a spare bedroom actually used as a spare bedroom. Like my one's an office.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:20, Reply)

Met her in a pub in Kensington, shocked by how fat she waso
She called me gay to a homeless man.
But we had a relative laugh, she'd helped me with the eviction chatted for like an hour and a half.
Had a few drinks, thought ahh fuck it lets go back to hers.
Went back to hers, had a pizza apparently (I have no idea) I was freaked out by the fridge content. Can't remember exactly but I think it was a single tomato and like 40 bottles of water.
Both stayed in the spare room. had depressing sex
I smoked on her balcony as far as I remember I put the fags in the ashtray but who knows.
Went for lunch the next day.
Went to euston.
(PsychoChomp, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:19, Reply)

what eviction debacle?

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Tue 23 Jul 2013, 19:16, Reply)