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...and I think I'm falling in love with her.
She makes me laugh an awful lot, and sometimes says things that make me think she's incredibly thick, but I adore her.
Have you ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't, or found love somewhere you weren't expecting to?
Alt Q. Why the fuck would I need an alternative question? Whose stupid, shit-for-brains idea was that?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:40, 81 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
Usually girlfriends of friends or sisters of friends.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:46, Reply)
Just after breaking up with my ex a friend of mine encouraged me to go out with her sister, expecting her to reject me. We went out a few times, got on really well and persistently had to ignore my friend's cries of 'stop! It's too weird, I don't like it, aaaagh'
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:49, Reply)
Especialy when you're younger so you're both still sort of living at your parents, and you wake up in the morning and it's awkward breakfast time with em both sat at the table with you.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:53, Reply)
I've not had a morning headbutt yet, and to be honest in that level of awkward silence, a headbutt would probably offer some kind of releif.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:59, Reply)
I think the inappropriateness is often a driving factor in the fancying.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:49, Reply)
ELABORATE
Normally I can't shut you up, who's upset you all today?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:52, Reply)
I've been told to shut up about my love life.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:55, Reply)
Because for a knockdown price, I reckon I can probably make him cry
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:01, Reply)
Pfft! like that's possible.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:06, Reply)
Just kidding BGB, please don't hurt me
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:07, Reply)
in which case, they have to try REALLY ahrd, and go REALLY far, looking for women that don't want to have sex with them
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:20, Reply)
"Oi, stop raping me, I'm totally enjoying it!"
and he'd be sickened and flee. Then you could chortle and think "Haha, I was hating every second, sucka!"
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:21, Reply)
Or I could pretend to like it but really I'm pretending to hate it.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:24, Reply)
he's a fucking idiot, and although I still care about him, I'm pretty much done with his OmGdRaMa
if it's not about his ex it's about his best friend, then it's about his best friend wanting to fuck his ex, then the best friend talking shit about me
I've never had so many midnight phone calls in my LIFE
I'm going to stop now because I could write about his stupid shit all day long
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:51, Reply)
he tries to guilt trip me into doing what he wants, and when he doesn't get his way he says "whatever" or "just forget about me"
well, guess what, I am
I'd really like to say, while you're thinking of me, and calling me in the middle of the night I'm sleeping and not giving a fuck about you.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:57, Reply)
You see I don't care about peoplle enough to get into this situation, people know I don't give a shit and so don't bother me.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:52, Reply)
Usualy mates sisters, or the worst one is a long term friend who suddenly you wake up one day and have a bit of a crush on, cos it's a bugger for all concerned. I'm pretty happy at the moment though. Dating someone sane, single and attractive which you know, is a definite first for me. The sane ones don't seem to like me so much most of the time.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:52, Reply)
Unless you correct your spelling of the word 'definitely'
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:56, Reply)
Forgive me, I've had less sleep in the last 4 days than I usualy get in a night. Please don't abduct people!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:57, Reply)
And she'll know soon enough...... *creepy stalker eyes*
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:58, Reply)
with several gallons of my own home-brewed grog bubbling ominously in old plastic lemonade bottles. At two litres for two pounds I could easily make a profit on this dubious concoction of even more dubious alcoholic strength. The stuff didn't have the delicate odour of elderflowers that I'd originally hoped to impart, more like the smell of stale semen that has sat in unwashed, sweat-soaked underpants for some time in a hot climate.
Fortunately my stall was next to that run by the cheesemaker. And, as I stacked the last of the bottles on my table, with the gas pressure from natural fermentation distorting the shapes of the bottles and causing them to fall over, I caught sight of the cheesemaker's new apprentice.
A small, anorexic creature that resembled that most beautiful of creatures, a juvenile pterodactyl, looked over at me trying to upright the deformed bottles and giggled through a mouth of buck teeth and gold fillings. A pair of piercing, grey eyes studied my pestilent form from behind a stylish pair of blue-framed NHS spectacles. I had obviously caught her attention.
Coyly, I waved at her in greeting as I steadied the penultimate bottle and went to crack open the last one for a refreshing swig. Further embarrassment ensued as the heavily pressurised bottle sprayed a jet of foetid fermented cordial over my midriff. God, the stuff stank. Nevertheless, I released the last of the pressure, wiped my soaked, sticky, stinking hand on my grubby trousers and drew a long mouthful from the partly corroded bottle.
Felt better, that did. The stuff always did have a bit of a kick to it, something you really felt in the back of your throat but it cleared the throbbing headache that had been plaguing me all morning and got some saliva flowing in my arid mouth. By way of introduction I stepped closer to the spindly cheesemaiden and profferred the bottle.
Had I made it myself?, she wanted to know, and I confirmed that yes, it was my own recipe. She leaned over the bottle tentatively and sniffed. She politely declined but pressed me for more information about my creation.
It only required a few minutes' conversation before my natural, unwashed, pustulent charm had won her over. Seconds later we were locked in a passionate embrace, writhing like the death throes of some terrible wounded chimaera upon the cheese stand. Clutching at clothing, groping at flesh, squelching through Stilton, exciting with fingers, probing with tongues, scattering Red Leicester and eliciting disapproving 'tut's from people passing by.
The whole experience seemed to last nearly minutes before we found ourselves spent, coiled in one another's limbs and naked save for the smears of Wensleydale and Shropshire Blue that masked patches of our bare flesh. She sold no cheese that day, and I vaguely recall drinking more of my grog than I exchanged for money. But neither of us would ever forget that blissful few moments, I knew, as I wiped the cheese from my tender pork sword and washed myself with a spare bottle of homemade moonshine.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:07, Reply)
I've written better filth of my ex's back with my cockpen
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:11, Reply)
but I've had a very low opinion of people lately
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:14, Reply)
Man goes to village fete, has sex with weird girl on cheese stand. Typical strange imagery and not a shred of credibility. Summarised, arsehead.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:10, Reply)
I started fancying a woman at work who I went swimming with most lunch times. She was an ex bunny girl, and rather curvy. Her fiance was a gorilla who would have dismantled me and shoved me up my own arse, had he known of the times I copped a feely during our lunchtime watery cavortings.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:14, Reply)
So don't knock it now. Anyway she was about 35, I was 29 at a guess.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:24, Reply)
I was boffing a 37 year old, married woman.
..but even the elderly reject me in the end
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:25, Reply)
You probably wouldn't get any in a home for randy dementeds.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:30, Reply)
giving it the banter.
Turned out to be a reet good'un worth every trainfare. Fancy that!
Whereas some mong who kept phoning me for another chance months after we'd briefly dated, telling me a psychic told him we were meant to be together forever, turned out to be a total playaaa.
Life's odd int it.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:20, Reply)
but really it's the same as everyone else's.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:23, Reply)
That naughty voice in your head made you do it.
She would do it herself in a passive/aggressive way.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:26, Reply)
That naughty voice in your head made you do it.
She would do it herself in a passive/aggressive way.
My boyfriend's penis is miniscule and impotent, I would rather shag a left-handed walrus than touch his turgid, lifeless member
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 15:27, Reply)
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