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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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My question is.....what now?
Do I stock up on Chardonnay and Bridget Jones DVD's and spend the weekend using up an entire rainforest of toilet paper crying over the fact I've lost the only man I've ever loved?
Do I man the fuck up and join Match.com?
A cynical post from CHCB would be much appreciated right now.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:37, 73 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Either before or after having friends over for wine and crying.
Also, *hugs*
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:41, Reply)

Even if it's the cheap stuff it will make you giddy.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:48, Reply)

Otherwise I feel like I'm drinking money and it gets stuck in my throat.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:49, Reply)

So it would have been Chardonnay and the Alien trilogy.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:43, Reply)

I know it's hard, but certainly it wasn't meant to be and you'll find someone truly worth your time.
*hugs*
/best advice she can give without actually knowing the situation
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:45, Reply)

An Italian red and the Alien trilogy.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:47, Reply)

You should go and kick some guys in the crotch.
A good crotch kicking will make you feel better.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:42, Reply)

It's flat and full of hairy men in strange hats.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:47, Reply)

Maybe next time we meet you will oblige me.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:44, Reply)

Follow your heart and not your head.
NEVER let peer pressure, or a sense of "normality", drive you into a situation that you might later regret.
Your life is in your hands and your emotions are in your head, which is the only place that can't be reached by others.
OT currently looks, in places, like a violent collision between an emotional baggage cart, a supertanker of might-have-beens, a Dennis Potter play and an Emo convention.
Perhaps you could draw some solace from what you read.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:50, Reply)

You're just not here enough to notice.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:52, Reply)

As Gillan said, "It's entertainment for the lost and lonely."
Do excuse me - I have a book to read.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:39, Reply)

Are you telling me I need to go to the beach.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:54, Reply)

because that would just be confusing and not make any sense.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:07, Reply)

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
What a moron.
Oh and Tennyson too. They know nothing.
Get drunk, cry a bit and then MTFU.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:51, Reply)

and soft furnishings. The gays love soft furnishings.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:54, Reply)

He's sad all the time :(
Oh, but his furnishings are indeed soft.
/appeases
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:56, Reply)

That will cheer him up.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:58, Reply)

Gosh, gotta give mad props to DC, yo
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:58, Reply)

I do feel a bit bad for attributing Tennyson's words to Shakey and getting him all the blame, although the latter did express the same in a different way.
I'm sure that either of them sucking your 'fat cock' would be appropriate at this time.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:55, Reply)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's gay?
Thou art a girl; your furnishings are soft.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:59, Reply)

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:05, Reply)

you could go out and fuck the man up. That would be more satisfying.
Sorry you are feeling bad, my dear, I really do. I like you and hate to think of pain marring your life.
( , Thu 11 Jun 2009, 1:15, Reply)

Now I just have to think of a username for a dating site.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 19:56, Reply)

two kids though, but they are rather lovely
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:06, Reply)

It takes longer each time.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:01, Reply)

Last guy I met from there had blonde hair and a ginger beard. Sooooo not attractive.
Drink, cry, avoid shitty chick flicks and then man the fuck up
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:02, Reply)

shudders at the memory. I spent most of the day after slagging off Danish people to him, while he gently reminded me that he's Danish
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:07, Reply)

especially when it comes to wedding attire as well ,)
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:17, Reply)

THATS IT SISTER I IS GONNA TAKE YO ASS DOWN ON SATURDAY NIGHT!
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:18, Reply)

so you're going to buy me a beer, fondle my boobs, tie me to chompy with duct tape...and take me down? Dude, you're going to be a busy man
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:19, Reply)

Clendrix.
And after i'm done me and DiT will be butt naked and slapping each others cocks and arses like a flesh Newtons Cradle.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:23, Reply)

( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:26, Reply)

Your friends have to write about you on it and tell everyone how lovely you are.
You all think I'm lovely. You could write it for me : )
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:05, Reply)

I hear it's very good.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 20:10, Reply)

for a Channel 4 lifestyle programme orgy. With cake.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 21:22, Reply)

First, repeat my mantra: "it'll be fine". Keep repeating.
Second: are you in that fragile, brittle state where you feel you might shatter into a thousand tiny pieces if you take another knock? Yeah, that bit sucks. Don't go to Tesco when you are like that because it gets embarrassing when you start weeping at the fish counter because the last time you bought fish you were there with him, and oh god, there are some frozen peas and he likes frozen peas... People will stare and point and in your effort to elude them you will knock over half of the bread aisle and ram a small child (who probably deserves it but who will cry).
Third: go for a run. RUN! RUN!! RUN NOW!! It gets the anger out. (Not angry yet? Well, maybe it's the next stage. You will be.)
Now take some booze or some drugs and cry. Perfectly reasonable. Take each day as it comes.
I used all the above techniques to successfully get over that bastard ex of mine. The same bastard ex I was under for a good half hour today. Yeah, we never learn. In my defense, he has a beautiful cock.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 21:18, Reply)

All this is true, and then some. For the first few days I had Three Little Birds on repeat in the hope it would convince me everything was going to be all right. Order your food online instead, and take everything as it comes; there's no rush for you to feel anything or do anything. Do whatever it takes to make you feel better, be it booze, drugs, Alien or anything.
*fluffehs*
And CHCB - don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us. The lure of teh cock is sometimes far too strong...
Also, I'm going to echo our very own Smash Monkey in saying Bridget Jones set back the feminist movement by years perpetuating the "stupid woman needs a man or her life is worthless" mentality. Stupid fucking book, even worse film.
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 21:28, Reply)

I feel better already.
I'll try to stay away from the real ale and artichoke aisle in the supermarket then.
Fanks!
( , Wed 10 Jun 2009, 21:33, Reply)

My friend Rob came over to cheer me up. We got a bottle of cheap scotch and a load of beer, I built a fire outside and put a grate over it, and we grilled steaks, pineapple (soaked in a mixture of rum, cinnamon, vanilla and a little bit of red pepper and salt) and asparagus coated in olive oil and creole seasonings. We ate huge amounts of food, drank many a beer and about 3/4 of the bottle of scotch before we had to go to bed.
I woke with a hangover, so I bought myself breakfast and then went outside and started constructing the new side roof on my shed for storing the bikes. I was out there for four hours wearing as little as I could legally get away with, coated in sweat and sawdust, until I could do no more- then came in, showered and crashed in front of a movie.
I still feel like shit, but at least I've been well fed.
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