I knew a girl once
who got herself a boyfriend (who was a twunt of the highest order, loved himself) and cut herself off from all her friends, especially if boyfriend didn't like them, because now she had Mark (for that was his name) she didn't need anyone else, or something (as proved by what happened when he dumped her and she had no friends any more). You know, the sickeningly lovey kind of relationship where she agrees with everything he says and only talks about him "Mark says this. Mark thinks that. I think this because Mark does."

This included me, and at the time I was grappling with whether to jettison my own deadbeat ex (the one who didn't bother to mention his offspring to me). I had bemoaned his twuntishness to her and some other friends on a couple of occasions previously, and one day I open my inbox after not hearing from her for a few months:

From: "name"
Subject: Match.com - make love happen!

I know he was a pain in the ass, but that's one of the worst ways to say "your boyfriend is a waste of space". I wish I could have retaliated with the giant hand and Another One Bites The Dust when I heard Markypoos had given her the elbow.
( Maladicta, Thu 13 Sep 2007, 17:24, Reply)