I used to fancy this girl.
Her father presented himself as some kind of psychic, and had left her pretty much unsupported quite some time ago.

I've never really been one for serious relationships, and tend to be all arch and cold-as-ice when it comes to love - but she was really something else. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I'd fallen pretty badly. And, miraculously (though I did get some help from her uncle), she fell for me in return - for a while.

It turned out that she was quite fickle; fairly soon, her attentions had obviously shifted to this Greek guy who'd recently appeared on the scene. She told me that she still loved me - but I didn't believe her (and I'm pretty certain that she'd been putting it about a bit).

Needless to say, I was gutted. I really wanted to kill her new bloke; but one of his Greek mates stopped me.

Her name was Cressida, and I think I've misread the question.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 19 May 2011, 13:27, 5 replies)

Mythololgical!
Wiloliam Shakespeare

Culturalols


etc etc etc
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 19 May 2011, 13:53, closed)

I try...

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 19 May 2011, 14:05, closed)

chaucer innit
(originally)

Made me laugh
(jennymnemonic, Thu 19 May 2011, 15:11, closed)

Aye.
I've bastardised the Wikipedia synopsis of Chaucer's version here. Never seen the Shakespeare one, come to think of it.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 19 May 2011, 15:34, closed)

pffft. I'm lus for words
( vladimir, Thu 19 May 2011, 16:00, closed)