Beautiful but BonkersI used to see this girl from time to time. Face of an angel, body of a goddess, great in bed. The only downside was her emotional state. When she wasn't crying, she was screaming. Violence was never far from the agenda, and I finally called it quits when she sat down in the middle of a busy street, drunker than I thought possible, howling like a banshee and swearing at passers-by.
What kind of lunacy have you put up with in the name of lust?
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Fraser has joined the Moomins., Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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I had a boyfriend who was mad on golf.He played it every evening in the summer, every weekend in the winter: when it was too dark to see the ball he'd go to the driving range or watch golf on TV. If all else failed he'd play his Tiger Woods golf game.
All his spare money went on golf clubs, shoes, club membership, golf clothes, and other associated paraphernalia.
He read golf magazines in bed, in the bath and on the bog.
Every time the phone rang, it was blokes arranging golf games with him. I took hundreds of messages - 'Bill rang, he'll see you on the course at 6' - and off Boyf'd go, whistling, balls in hand.
I hardly saw him, winter or summer, and was left to my own devices most of the time.
How did I put up with it?
Reader, I married him. Last thing I want is a man under my feet!
(, Fri 17 Nov 2006, 14:45, Reply)
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