What's the hardest you've tried to get dumped?
Groovypoodle writes, "My mate once told his girlfriend that he didn't think it was working only for her to laugh and tell him he was hilarious. Saying she was 'too weird' and 'slightly violent' and that he didn't like her was equally hilarious. Ripping off her wing mirror, throwing it through the windscreen
and storming off in a huff merely generated an apology from her a week later..."
Just how hard have you had to work to get someone to take the hint and stay dumped?
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 10:33)
Groovypoodle writes, "My mate once told his girlfriend that he didn't think it was working only for her to laugh and tell him he was hilarious. Saying she was 'too weird' and 'slightly violent' and that he didn't like her was equally hilarious. Ripping off her wing mirror, throwing it through the windscreen
and storming off in a huff merely generated an apology from her a week later..."
Just how hard have you had to work to get someone to take the hint and stay dumped?
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 10:33)
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Well, I really didn't 'try'......
In my first year at uni, I had managed to get myself a girlfriend, one of my neighbours a lovely girl. I had no intentions for this to last at all, nothing against her I just liked my independence (and still do).
We would have sex (a lot, it was in Scotland, so the best way to keep warm really), go drinking on occasion together at the local rock club (Cage for those who know Dundee) and meet up for lunches during the week from time to time. I made it clear that this was not a permanent situation.
When we left to go home for the summer I told her that we shouldn't see each other anymore.
We went out for over a year.
A year of me being the least committal person I could be (she came to visit me over the summer break when I was home, but I never went to see her) and just trying to distance myself from her. Get back to uni, find a part-time job and settle at my new flat back in Dundee ready for my next year.
Then it happens, one night she comes over, teary-eyed and says that she thinks we should break up (found out it was because she had gone with a friend to a party and 'cheated' on me, though I didn't really care, as far as I cared we broke up at the start of summer). I simply agree with her, let her out, inform my flatmates (top blokes these guys) and go out for several rounds of pints.
But, dear reader, it doesn't end there, Lord no.
For a week she would continue to call, text, email and come round to try and be friends (she thought that I had taken the break up badly as I wasn't communicating with her about my feelings, saying 'Woo Yay' to her seemed cruel). One night I was out with the boys when I bumped into her, and she followed me around the whole night.
As the club kicked out I realised that she was alone so offered to walk her to her flat (I'm a gentleman like that) where she asked me if I was thirsty. I asked for a glass of water while she put the kettle on, I knew what was coming. After she made her cup of tea she turned to me, having just finished my water, and said 'you aren't going to leave me to drink this tea all by myself?', to which I simply replied 'yes' and left.
She finally got the hint, and since then has moved on.
Which was nice.
Length? What do you think kept her coming back, my personality?
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 12:02, 1 reply)
In my first year at uni, I had managed to get myself a girlfriend, one of my neighbours a lovely girl. I had no intentions for this to last at all, nothing against her I just liked my independence (and still do).
We would have sex (a lot, it was in Scotland, so the best way to keep warm really), go drinking on occasion together at the local rock club (Cage for those who know Dundee) and meet up for lunches during the week from time to time. I made it clear that this was not a permanent situation.
When we left to go home for the summer I told her that we shouldn't see each other anymore.
We went out for over a year.
A year of me being the least committal person I could be (she came to visit me over the summer break when I was home, but I never went to see her) and just trying to distance myself from her. Get back to uni, find a part-time job and settle at my new flat back in Dundee ready for my next year.
Then it happens, one night she comes over, teary-eyed and says that she thinks we should break up (found out it was because she had gone with a friend to a party and 'cheated' on me, though I didn't really care, as far as I cared we broke up at the start of summer). I simply agree with her, let her out, inform my flatmates (top blokes these guys) and go out for several rounds of pints.
But, dear reader, it doesn't end there, Lord no.
For a week she would continue to call, text, email and come round to try and be friends (she thought that I had taken the break up badly as I wasn't communicating with her about my feelings, saying 'Woo Yay' to her seemed cruel). One night I was out with the boys when I bumped into her, and she followed me around the whole night.
As the club kicked out I realised that she was alone so offered to walk her to her flat (I'm a gentleman like that) where she asked me if I was thirsty. I asked for a glass of water while she put the kettle on, I knew what was coming. After she made her cup of tea she turned to me, having just finished my water, and said 'you aren't going to leave me to drink this tea all by myself?', to which I simply replied 'yes' and left.
She finally got the hint, and since then has moved on.
Which was nice.
Length? What do you think kept her coming back, my personality?
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 12:02, 1 reply)
the old
"you aren't going to leave me to drink this tea" routine. Good job you saw that one coming.
Gets a click for your simple response.
I am not implying that you are simple mind
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 12:07, closed)
"you aren't going to leave me to drink this tea" routine. Good job you saw that one coming.
Gets a click for your simple response.
I am not implying that you are simple mind
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 12:07, closed)
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