I was just a 15 yr old cnut
So I met this lass through a friend and we had a lot in common, liked the same bands etc we got on really well and being a young lad thought life was a nice place.

The relationship went on and during the time together she took much interest in a lot of the things that I liked doing. So much so that things she hated became some of her favourite things, eventually to the point where I was kissing my clone. The woman had decided that she was me. Jesus she even started smoking again because I did even against doctor’s advice that if she smoked anymore her legs may have to be amputated

Now it’s all very nice her taking it to that level but when in a relationship you need differences, it’s those things that give you things to discuss and debate.

Now I had been a vegetarian for about a year and the last straw was when she decided that she was a vegetarian too, and I don't know why but that was it, somehow I had to take action this had to end now. Well what else was I meant to do; I stormed downstairs and insisted that my dad make me a bacon sandwich, and then proceeded to stuff my face full of bacon sandwich in front of her with HP dribbling down my chin.

The evening carried on with me being the biggest bastard I could be at the age of 15 sat in my bedroom at my parent’s house. The evening finished and her mother came to pick her up (20 mile round trip), she left with a barely audible bye from me.

30 minutes later she's back at my door, she must have got nearly home and made her mum turn around so she could come back and apologise. I have no idea what she was apologising for and I’m pretty sure she had no idea either.

Now if I remember correctly (this was 13 years ago) my human side came to the forefront and I hugged her and said it was ok, and then properly dumped her a couple of days later.

So if you’re reading Harry, I’m sorry, I was a git.

Length? About 3 feet, Im pretty sure she’s still walking on them
(spaceswitch is gonna gay ya, on, Fri 6 Jun 2008, 21:44, Reply)