Too Much Information
A friend of mine who worked as a nurse was one of those people who just couldn’t stop talking and frequently gave us too much information. Highlights included the time we all went out for a meal at a nice Italian restaurant. Half way through eating pasta she says she’s not hungry – she’d done an autopsy earlier that day and the pasta reminded her of the insides she’d pulled out of the body. Not sure what the guy had done to himself to turn his insides to pasta but it still kind of puts you off your food.

However one night I went out with her, her boyfriend and a load of her female mates. Stood at the bar with her she commented on my choice of drink with “that’ll make your cum taste nice later.” I’m not the most alert person when it comes to people making a pass at me and assumed she'd decided to share some random medial fact with me. Later sat in a bar, her boyfriend asleep in the corner, she starts telling about how when she’s been taken from behind she likes to imagine it’s someone else. OK fair enough; too much information when she turns to me, (in front of all her mates) and says “often I think of you.”

This being B3ta should mean I continue with a story of how I responded by demonstrating my sexual prowess. However in reality there was a very awakward silence and I didn’t know where to look. Also I had the image of her and her boyfriend shagging stuck in my head (and now years later it's there again and will be everytime I read this in my profile; so thanks for clicking I like this and moving it to the top of my profile..…….)
(Rev O'Lucian will unfortunatly age on, Fri 7 Sep 2007, 13:25, Reply)