I got one once
From an ex. It would appear that my image as a crappy judge of male character will continue once again in this week's QOTW.
(Is anyone getting tired of this theme yet? I KNOW I am.)

It was 1991, and I was going out with a boy called..oh, I don't know, lets call him shithead, for that was him. Shithead was my first foray into the horrors of "moron dating" and he initiated me in the ways of the terminally stupid.

As usual, the first 6 months were great. The second six less so, and by the third and final six, the hopes of this relationship being anything other than a mistake were fading fast.

We split up a couple of times, and I will skate over the reasons, lets just say me getting beaten up, almost being thrown from a moving car and having a lighter held about an inch from cheek were not helping the relationship.

Anyway, the mix tape. One morning (after a break up) I came downstairs and found a little jiffy bag had been pushed through the letterbox and lay waiting malevolently on the doormat. After listening for any disturbing ticking noises, and poking at it with a toe, I opened the bag. There sat a little memorex tape, and a cheque written from his account, made payable to me and paying me "All the love in the wurld for ever" (Sic - and I mean that in both ways)

Well, I slotted the tape in and waited. I can't remember all of the songs but here is a snapshot:

1) I Wanna Sex You Up, Color Me Badd
2) It Must Have Been Love, Roxette
3) Make You Sweat, Keith Sweat
4) You are everything, Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross

Fine, that's not too bad I thought. He followed these up with:

5) Devil in disguise, Elvis Presley
6) In the air tonight, Phil Collins
7) Now I'm following you, Madonna (This one I'd never heard in my life!)

Great.

Thankfully mix tapes seem to be a thing of the past. A bit like Shithead.
( my_cat_has_no_shoes meh meh meh MEH MEH, Thu 7 Feb 2008, 13:56, Reply)