Love is stronger than the cost of petrol
When I was 19, I bounced my forehead off a lorry in a spectacular ice-storm pileup. When I was finally released from hospital, I had a plastic and metal neck brace that engulfed most of my torso and head. The final tally was a cervical fracture and a big dent in my cranium.

I also had a boyfriend with a car. The loving gentleman he was, he charged me petrol ‘and waiting’ (like interest) to drive me to and from physical therapy / rehabilitation 8 miles away.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 11:16, 4 replies)

Sounds like a charmer ...
I take it you didn't end up living happily ever after?
(Penguins_Made_Me_Do_It is a dolt ... and she don't care, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 11:30, closed)

No.
He fucked my roommate.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 11:35, closed)

Classy guy(!)
Did you invoice him for all the time you wasted on him?
(The Stig, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 13:56, closed)

To be fair
He wasn't even a decent bloke when I was up to my tits in Vicodin and Atavan. You know it is bad when you can still manage to hate somebody, even though you hardly remember what 'blue' is.

Hi, Christopher Peterson, for that was his name.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 15:18, closed)