My other half
Spent quite a lot of time in hospital as a nipper, and as such is not entirely comfortable with the sight of his own blood. However, this is something that bugs him, so he tries to confront it when he can. Which is not always a great idea.

Pretty early on in our relationship, we'd bought a load of oysters and were busy preparying them. To do this you stick a knife in the joint of the oyster, and twist the knife so that the shell pops open. We had a small knife and a big knife, and it was decided that I'm a clumsy fuck and should only be allowed to use the small knife.

All goes well, until his knife slips.

The end hits the bone in his thumb, and slices a bit 'ole gash down it.

Being the sensitive type, I see to it that he's ok, then go back to popping the oysters open. He decides that this is an appropriate time to face his fear of his own blood. By opening up the cut and having a look at the bone.

Him: Oh fuck.

Me: What?

Him: I think I'm going to faint.

Me: Yeah, okay, whatev....

*thump*

I had to drag his twitching body up and onto a chair and stick his head between his knees. At which point I was told off for waking him up because "he was having a nice dream".

Men eh?
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Sun 10 Aug 2008, 14:04, 1 reply)

Dream?!
That alone deserves a click :)
(EuroSong I love horse meat: best of all the animals, Sun 10 Aug 2008, 15:22, closed)