I met a weirdo on the interweb
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
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I think I might have been the wierdo
I met my ex-boyfriend on Yahoo messenger when I was 15, when all my friends were meeting their boyfriends down the park for a fag and some cider. They all grew up pretty normal, whereas I ended up agreeing to go to the same uni as my boyfriend and moving in with him when we were 19, and then getting fairly spectacularly dumped a little bit later. I used to tell people how we met and they'd give me these looks of mixed sympathy and horror... and I don't think any of them were surprised when it ended. So I've come to the conclusion that I must have been the crazy one for believing in true love, and destiny, and all the other stuff that 15 year old girls believe in.
I know it's not a very good story but I almost never have a relevant answer to these questions and I'm not one to waste an opportunity.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 10:47, Reply)
I met my ex-boyfriend on Yahoo messenger when I was 15, when all my friends were meeting their boyfriends down the park for a fag and some cider. They all grew up pretty normal, whereas I ended up agreeing to go to the same uni as my boyfriend and moving in with him when we were 19, and then getting fairly spectacularly dumped a little bit later. I used to tell people how we met and they'd give me these looks of mixed sympathy and horror... and I don't think any of them were surprised when it ended. So I've come to the conclusion that I must have been the crazy one for believing in true love, and destiny, and all the other stuff that 15 year old girls believe in.
I know it's not a very good story but I almost never have a relevant answer to these questions and I'm not one to waste an opportunity.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 10:47, Reply)
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