I had been out with a lady
This may not sound like the start to a lazy situation, but hear me out.

At some point during the night I had fallen over on the dance floor, and when she kindly offered me a hand, I thought it would be hilarious to give her arm a pull so she came tumbling down on top of me. Oh what a funny fellow I am.

Anyhow, very soon after that it is the end of the night. We're both fairly drunk and she starts complaining that her wrist is hurting. As the taxi journey back to our uni halls continues, she says it REALLY HURTS! "I think it's broken" she announces.

What would any gentleman do? Well, I didn't know any gentleman would have whisked her off to hospital. And, anyway,if I wasn't going to get sex, just a complaining lady, all I wanted was a nice sit down and a spliff in front of late night TV. So I told her to go back to hers and just sleep, her wrist was just sprained and she'd feel better in the morning. I couldn't even be bothered to walk her back to hers.

Next morning I find out her room mate has had to take her to hospital during the night as the pain was unbearable. She had a rather nasty break apparently, and the doctor couldn't believe she hadn't come straight in. She must have been in agony.

Oh dear.

This seems to be a bit of a theme in my life; next door neighbour, on deaths door, wanting an ambulance called, let my ex-wife deal with it, I was comfy and warm on the sofa. Dad having a diabetic hypo in the middle of the night, pretend to sleep through it and let brother and mum look after him.

On careful reflection, it would appear that I am the bastard that I've been described as. I'd try to make ammends for my past, but I just can't be arsed.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 9:33, 1 reply)

Not a flame ....
but yes you are a bastard...
(mickeyblue, Fri 14 Nov 2008, 11:46, closed)