Same ex I was going out with this year
Shortly after breaking up I phoned her and let her know that my balls were fucking killing me, and I said we should both get tested. She then turned this around to deliver the "We have to talk" line. I agreed and she dropped by and took me to the pub.

It was surreal, because our lives had been a shitstorm the previous month, and we just hung around in the corner of the pub, kissing and cuddling in ways that no exes really should. It was quite nice, for once.

She then dropped revelation after revelation upon me:

- She is an ex-hooker.
- On her stint as a hooker she had sex with "At least 300 men"
- I apparently had a bigger nob than all of these men.
- She's doing coke again.
- Her psycho ex was out of prison and she was planning to see him.

And it eventually turned out my balls hurt because I was wearing boxers a bit too small. Phew.
(I have a face also had a sig on, Mon 23 Apr 2007, 2:39, Reply)