The first of three messy relationships...
Two and a half years of fun and (I understood) successful relationship with my partner and one evening I look down at her hand and see a new piece of ornamental metal gartering her finger. Not being the best person at understanding and remembering what finger represents what sort of occasion I simply ask “That’s new, whats that for?”
The classic response came back as I felt a knot forming in my stomach.
“Andy” for that was my best mates name at the time, “proposed to me yesterday.”
“So why the ring?” was my rather slow response.
“well, I accepted. We’re getting married next June.”
Naturally, I had a breakup shag straight afterwards.
(gristy Twice as a rabbit, but oh, how a reputation sticks, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 22:28, Reply)