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What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?

My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.

Either that or my Grandfather's swords.

(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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Letters
Letters that I have from a girl that I liked.

They remind me of better times.

Better times being when she still talked to me.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:49, closed)
Don't dwell on these things.
Every time you think about her have a shot of vodka.

After a few weeks, you'll love alcohol more than her.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:50, closed)
You're my secret weapon..?
Explain yourself young lady!
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:50, closed)
Firstly
Hard not to think about her. She was/is awesome. That, and I'm going to be working in the same shop as her in the summer. Could be interesting.

As for Bert, I am upset at being called a lady. And you said somewhere that you were going to set me on someone if they didn't stop doing something. I forget the exact details.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:53, closed)
Ahh...
makes sense, I guess.

As for the lady, it's harsh to hear, but everybody goes through this. Eventually you'll feel better in time, you might not forget about her, but you'll certainly move on.
A bit.

Or you'll curl up and die alone, either is good really. ;D
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:55, closed)
..
It made sense when I typed it yesterday.

Trying to move on. Getting somewhere slowly.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:58, closed)

*does the hippy-hippy shake*
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:59, closed)
Chin Up POD!
Might never happen! and other pointless platitudes designed to annoy rather than comfort.

You never know, working in proximity may help the situation. But try not to let it get you down, I met my Mrs in completely unexpected circumstances when I was totally hung up on someone else and it's been four years next friday and we own a house together. So crazy things do happen.

Edit - *joins Bert in shaking Hippys*
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:01, closed)
Fair enough
True, it may help.

There were issues that led to the not talking though; mostly that I told her I liked her, she had a bf at the time, she still has said bf, bf is an ass, and bf will also be working in the shop....
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:05, closed)
@Penguin
what's the chance of you being friends with her? Might be worth it. (It won't work, though, if either one of you wants more than friendship).

CHCB's Thought for the Day: if you liked/loved someone enough to have them as your lover then surely there's a reason to have them as a friend?
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:17, closed)
@CHCB
I would be thrilled to go back to having her as a friend. There's few things I would want more.

She said she she never liked me like that. I said ok. She said it was too hard to talk to me 'in case she said something wrong' which confused me a bit.

Her bf's a dickface too.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:21, closed)
I realise this may not be germaine
but is there any chance that you think he's a dick because he's with her? I mean, objectrively, is he an ok guy? Does he treat her as she deserves? If so it's going to be less agonising as time goes by.

Still, working in a shop with them both... Why? And how big a shop? Are we talking a shop where the staff is you three, or is it a megatesco?
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:27, closed)
No, no
He annoyed me previously to them going out. And he told her to stop talking to me once when he thought I liked her (I didn't at this point, but that's beside the point).

Oh, and he once used the phrase 'You can't have her, she's mine' when telling me I wasn't allowed to talk to her.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:31, closed)
Oh my!
My friend is in a similar situation. I can only offer hugs.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 13:35, closed)
If he's a nob
you could wee in his petrol tank. Or his shoes. It's bound to make you feel better.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 14:27, closed)
True
Very true. Probably wouldn't help much though.

Hmm.

*schemes*
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 14:38, closed)
Wow, you sound like me when I was younger
I'll tell you two stories.

1:
For a few years, my entire world revolved around this girl. Thinking about her constantly, one-sidedly and unrequitedly planning an imaginary future together, etc. She was absolutely NOT interested in me at all, and this completely crushed me. We both moved, and the distance helped, but not entirely. What finally did it for me was that she did something that really offended me to my core, and made me unable to even remotely consider her as "dateable". (No, I'm not going to tell you what it is, but I will say that yes I realize that was very judgmental of me, and yes I've cooled off considerably since then.) Although in reality...while I was no longer attracted to her, then I had to deal with the problem of my fictional ideal of who I wanted her to be getting destroyed. Sorry, thought it'd be a lot more helpful when I started typing it.

2:
Another girl. This one actually went out with me, for more than a year. And then left me. Like in the previous story, we both moved away, but as it happened, I moved to the city where her parents lived, and she moved to the city where my parents lived. No contact for two years. But, then for the next two years, we would see each other every 3-6 months - for instance we had lunch when she came to visit her family, and we had coffee when I went to visit mine, etc. We were both seeing other people at the time, weren't at all interested in each other, but there was still awkwardness. Anyway, long story short, I had to go on a trip, didn't want to go alone, asked a lot of people to come with me, and she was the only one who had the time/money to do so, and for some reason agreed. It's amazing what three weeks on the other side of the globe can do...engagement ring a few months later, been married 5 years now.

As an epilogue, I bumped into the girl from story #1 at a mutual friend's wedding last summer. We made a little chit-chat, and it was pleasant enough. I emailed her the next week to say it was nice seeing you, but she didn't respond. I'd like to be her friend again, but it doesn't look like that's in the cards, and I can accept that now with no problems whatsoever.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 18:06, closed)

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