We didn't talk :(
We needed to talk after the first night we snogged, when I realised I didn't want to go out with him in the slightest. But we didn't.

We needed to talk after four months of pure misery because he was a lanky, spotty, egotistical, vain and stupid twat, and I'd rather have dated Compo from Last of the Summer Wine (yes I know he is dead) than him. But we didn't.

We really needed to talk when he admitted he liked mastrubating with his (male) best mate. But we didn't.

We REALLY REALLY needed to talk when I walked into his bedroom to find him wearing my black, sparkly, clingy cocktail dress, with my sparkly hairclips in his long girly hair and with what can only be described as a look of camp indignance on his face.

Moral: always have important talks at the first possible instance otherwise your best dress will be ruined.
(Northern Lovely, Mon 23 Apr 2007, 15:41, Reply)