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» We have to talk

When I was in my final year at University, we had a little obsession - CSI Tuesday. NOTHING got in the way of our viewing, not even revision.
So when he kept calling me, on a Tuesday evening, at about half nine, I obviously kept rejecting his calls. You'd think he would have known, after almost a year together, but no.
Eventually the text came through - "we need to talk".
I believe my reply went something along the lines of "if you really want to hear me say you're dumped, then call me when CSI has finished".
Cruel, perhaps, but come on - 21 calls in 9 minutes???
(Fri 20th Apr 2007, 14:33, More)

» My first experience of porn

First Lesbian Experience
I have absolutely no idea how old I was, but both I and my precocious friend were quite little.
She showed me her father's rudey magazines - nothing special, though I seem to remember them being rather arty and golden-hued.
Then she decided we should imitate them, with her being the "boy"......

First post, woohoo! As for length - well, with two girls, what do you expect?
(Tue 30th Jan 2007, 10:21, More)

» Being told off as an adult

Unwaranted telling-off
Not so long ago, I was dragged along to a meal with people I hate (long story, possibly for a QOTW called "pervy old men who spread malicious rumours about girls younger than their daughters"). Obviously, I was not a happy Flutterby - my Mother later described my expression as looking as if something had died under my nose.
So it's nearing the end of the evening, and we are all sitting at one table outside a pub, huddled under a too-small parasol, in the pouring rain. I had carefully place my bag under the table, between my feet, and was looking at something over my shoulder (think I was giving a screaming brat the death-stare) when I suddenly felt very cold liquid pouring down my leg and drenching my feet. I snapped round, only to see the guy sitting next to me quickly move his pint glass away from the gap in the boards directly above my feet/bag.
I went mental (but in a nice way) - what did he think he was playing at, not only was I now soaking wet and freezing, my bag was down there, everything would be ruined and stink of beer.........on and on.
Turns out his diabetes-induced stroke has left him with reduced vision, and he just missed his pint and knocked it over. Oops. I'm still haunted by this 6'3 chunk of man-flesh (I'm 5'3) looking at me with tears in his eyes, saying "Please don't shout at me"...

Still, I later heard that he had been driving, and had knocked a pedestrian flying - so I obviously didn't tell him off enough to make him get glasses!!
(Tue 25th Sep 2007, 14:19, More)

» When were you last really scared?

Lake of doom
I used to go and stay with friends in Canada, and their family owned a private mountain lake (yes, I know...)
I was swimming in said lake, whilst my friend was sunbathing on the rocks (no sand, proper mountain lake this was, with trees right down to the water's edge). It was a very deep lake, and although the water was very very clean, it was also very very dark.
As I swam back towards the rocks, this massive beast appeared on my left - big and kind of yellowy-white and very thrashy - Jaws, if you will.
Well, I am a good swimmer, but obviously sharks have the advantage. Never been so heart-stoppingly scared.
Wasn't until I got out the other end that I realised it was only the sheet of water created by me lifting my arm for the next stroke, with the sun shining through it.
Still took me a while to get back in that lake, and have never swum alone in there since!
(Fri 23rd Feb 2007, 17:02, More)

» Mistaken Identity

English Rose, Welsh.....
Several people at university used to call me Michelle (not my name) - because I looked like Flick's sister in Neighbours apparently.

When in the country of my birth, I constantly get compared to Kate Winslet. I can deal with that, but I have nicer teeth. And would never call a child Mia.

The weirdest one though, is Charlotte Church - I don't look like her (except maybe in the breast department) and I don't sound like her. I've never even been to Wales. Still, was a useful thing for making the rubbish ex jealous, I suppose!
(Fri 1st Jun 2007, 15:43, More)
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