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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I still feel a little guilty over this....
During my first year of Uni I made the fatal mistake of getting together with a lass who turned out to be as mad as a sack of genetically modified badgers. It all happened after a drunken night out, I don't remember the exact events of the evening in question, but the next day I woke up to find that I was now "Seeing" a girl from the floor below mine in our halls.
Now this didn't start out too bad, like I said, she was pretty good looking and seemed pretty normal..however this soon changed.
Being from a quiet little village near Oxford she'd never really socialised with anyone, thus a decent night out to her was to stay in and watch a DVD, as opposed to mine which was to go out round York and get into as many alcohol-related shenanigans as possible with my friends.
This posed a problem as she began to behave more like a mother than a girlfriend, always asking where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. As if this wasn't bad enough, she then began to give me grief about drinking and smoking too much (She had never touched alcohol befor going to uni), add this to the fact that she was as frigid as a feminist Eskimo and you can see that things just weren't going to work.
Now I'm a pretty nice guy so didn't want to hurt her feelings by dumping her, but likewise couldn't bear to be in her prescence any longer...so I devised a plan to get her to dump me, this way she wouldn't be upset (It made sense at the time).
I started out by locking the door to my room if she was in the halls (Remember she only lived a floor below me), if I heard her approaching I would mute the TV and Stereo and be silent while she knocked on the door, eventually she realised that I "wasn't in" and toddled off, at which point I'd go back to whatever I was doing.
Unfortunately she didn't get the message, so I stepped up the campaign and began ignoring text messages and phonecalls, not turning up for arranged meetings etc etc. This went on for around 3 weeks, she still didn't quite get the message.
The final straw was when I came home from Uni for Easter without either telling her or saying goodbye. That night I was in the local with some friends when I got a call on my mobile, it went something like this:
Me - Hello
Her - Hello, where are you
Me - In the pub
Her - Oh yeah, which one? I'll come and meet you.
Me - The XXXX
Her - Oh right, is that the one on XXXX street?
Me - No it's on XXXX street
Her - Where abouts is that?
Me - XXXX (Name of home town)
Her - Oh.....
(Awkward silence before she bursts into floods of tears)
Her - This isn't really working is it?
Me - (Quite casually) Nah not really
Her - I think we should take a little time apart
Me - Yeah ok then....erm....see you later then
Funnily enough, she never spoke to me again and avoided me for the rest of the term before we moved out of halls.
I'm not a total git though, I've been with the current Mrs Samurai for over two years and I haven't been a git with her...much.
Apologies for length....she didn't get any.
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 14:06, 2 replies)
During my first year of Uni I made the fatal mistake of getting together with a lass who turned out to be as mad as a sack of genetically modified badgers. It all happened after a drunken night out, I don't remember the exact events of the evening in question, but the next day I woke up to find that I was now "Seeing" a girl from the floor below mine in our halls.
Now this didn't start out too bad, like I said, she was pretty good looking and seemed pretty normal..however this soon changed.
Being from a quiet little village near Oxford she'd never really socialised with anyone, thus a decent night out to her was to stay in and watch a DVD, as opposed to mine which was to go out round York and get into as many alcohol-related shenanigans as possible with my friends.
This posed a problem as she began to behave more like a mother than a girlfriend, always asking where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. As if this wasn't bad enough, she then began to give me grief about drinking and smoking too much (She had never touched alcohol befor going to uni), add this to the fact that she was as frigid as a feminist Eskimo and you can see that things just weren't going to work.
Now I'm a pretty nice guy so didn't want to hurt her feelings by dumping her, but likewise couldn't bear to be in her prescence any longer...so I devised a plan to get her to dump me, this way she wouldn't be upset (It made sense at the time).
I started out by locking the door to my room if she was in the halls (Remember she only lived a floor below me), if I heard her approaching I would mute the TV and Stereo and be silent while she knocked on the door, eventually she realised that I "wasn't in" and toddled off, at which point I'd go back to whatever I was doing.
Unfortunately she didn't get the message, so I stepped up the campaign and began ignoring text messages and phonecalls, not turning up for arranged meetings etc etc. This went on for around 3 weeks, she still didn't quite get the message.
The final straw was when I came home from Uni for Easter without either telling her or saying goodbye. That night I was in the local with some friends when I got a call on my mobile, it went something like this:
Me - Hello
Her - Hello, where are you
Me - In the pub
Her - Oh yeah, which one? I'll come and meet you.
Me - The XXXX
Her - Oh right, is that the one on XXXX street?
Me - No it's on XXXX street
Her - Where abouts is that?
Me - XXXX (Name of home town)
Her - Oh.....
(Awkward silence before she bursts into floods of tears)
Her - This isn't really working is it?
Me - (Quite casually) Nah not really
Her - I think we should take a little time apart
Me - Yeah ok then....erm....see you later then
Funnily enough, she never spoke to me again and avoided me for the rest of the term before we moved out of halls.
I'm not a total git though, I've been with the current Mrs Samurai for over two years and I haven't been a git with her...much.
Apologies for length....she didn't get any.
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 14:06, 2 replies)
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