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?
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chthonic, Thu 5 Jun 2008, 10:33)
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L'alcoolisme (aka I've never really tried...)...but since I don't have a proper answer for this week, I'll try this one on for size.
The predecessor to the current Ms Crow (who I love to bits and will certainly not be trying to get shot of) was seen as a bit of an odd choice by many. We got on well, and we shared one or two common interests, but I think most people realised that the two of us had virtually nothing in common.
I, however, was feeling quite lonely, depressed and even a shade desperate, and think there were two deciding factors:
1. This girl was French, and I was probably hoping in my sad little way that she would fulfil the stereotype and be amenable to much wine and much romance, ooh la la.
2. She was the polar opposite to the previous ex, who I'd been trying to get out of my psyche - a self-serving, Thatcherite whore, but that's another story.
Well, I was right about point 2, but not point 1. She was a lovely girl, and although I couldn't fault her as a person, she was about as romantic as a jar of Bovril. Plus - and this was where it really started to strain - she thought I had a drink problem.
Now I've had plenty of practice on the drink front, and am well acquainted with the intoxicating properties of ale, so I thought she was joking at first. But it soon became apparent that she slyly keeping tabs* on my drinking and encouraging me not to have another pint.
So what did I do? I carried on drinking.
Told you I didn't try very hard. But I did feel like a bit of a bastard when I decided that I didn't really want to go to the museum with her sister, but would actually prefer to stay in the pub with my friends (including the current Ms Crow, who found it hilarious that someone was measuring my alcohol consumption)
I do feel kind of bad carping about the whole situation in this manner. I should reiterate that she was a lovely person, we just weren't compatible.
Apologies for length and gratuitous self-indulgence. I may edit this to try and sound less pathetic when I next escape from the lab...
*Alert: possible pun
(, Thu 5 Jun 2008, 12:08, Reply)
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