I dumped my first girlfriend so I'll tell the story on her behalf.
It was all fantastic until I got a phone call at work one day from a mate who was seeing a girl that knew my bird, apparently she wasnt who she said she was. It turned out she was a liar of the most monumental proportions, lying about her age, where she lived, what school she went to, all sorts of stuff. Not only that, her friends were covering for her as were her mum, her aunt and her step sister. It was a couple of weeks before Christmas and she phoned up the next night and we chatted and she asked what present I wanted. At this juncture I told her to stop and asked if she had been lying to me. The phone went very silent. I asked again. I heard quiet sobbing. I asked what she had to say. Crying a little harder now. So I shouted down the phone "Call me back when you have something to say. SORRY MIGHT BE NICE. OH, AND YOU'RE DUMPED." The crying stepped up a gear and I slammed the phone down. It felt oh so good to hurt her for humiliating me in front of all my friends. I never heard from her ever again.
( Nimble Colin camera-wrangling, globe-trotting whisky enthusiast, Thu 17 Jun 2004, 20:12, Reply)