Beautiful but Bonkers
I 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?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
I 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?
( , Fri 17 Nov 2006, 13:31)
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Well we had for a few years until she decided to do "The Big OE" (i.e. leave NZ for the UK). so that's fine, yep ok - see you over there some time. You need to find yourself etc, Auckland is too small...drugs are not freely available....you can't make as much of an arse of yourself here as you can when surrounded by other Kiwis / Ockers in some crap London bar.
So I travel to London 2 days before my 30th. Meet up and stay at hers. Meet with other NZ friends..good times...late nights etc etc. Nothing definite from her but that's cool - we'd both been shagging others.
SHE then comes back at Xmas (6 months later). by this time I am pretty serious with what would become Mrs Wino. She comes over to my place (still by myself at this stage) and we go to some local bars / restaurants. Drinks/nice food....blah blah lots of light talk. Eventually I tell her about the other one (future Mrs) and how I am not interested in going back to her hotel etc...that's ok, nice goodbyes etc later on. No dramas there and here's me thinking all's well that ends...
The funny stuff started a few months later. First mail started arrving addressed to either her or both of us....Hmmmm...by this stage Mrs Wino was living at mine and getting a little hot under the collar. More mail arrvied - junk stuff mainly until i received the pohone bill...
Hmmmm "Mr & Mrs [insert jealous ex's surname here]" ....looks funny. I ring the telco - ah yes, that's corretc sir, you are listed as that. I check the recently arrived new phone book: fuck that! She has listed the both of us as a married couple at my address WITH HER SURNAME! oh dear....From memory I emailed her and asked here wtf she thought she was upto...bleating and tears ensued (from her you dolt).
Sounds all fairly trivial I know but just goes to show how even the most outwardly "normal" wench can come a cropper and cause some grief.
** Long time lurker / first time poster ** No lame phallic metaphors apart from yes, length a little long, but width is the true star.
( , Wed 22 Nov 2006, 3:03, Reply)
Well we had for a few years until she decided to do "The Big OE" (i.e. leave NZ for the UK). so that's fine, yep ok - see you over there some time. You need to find yourself etc, Auckland is too small...drugs are not freely available....you can't make as much of an arse of yourself here as you can when surrounded by other Kiwis / Ockers in some crap London bar.
So I travel to London 2 days before my 30th. Meet up and stay at hers. Meet with other NZ friends..good times...late nights etc etc. Nothing definite from her but that's cool - we'd both been shagging others.
SHE then comes back at Xmas (6 months later). by this time I am pretty serious with what would become Mrs Wino. She comes over to my place (still by myself at this stage) and we go to some local bars / restaurants. Drinks/nice food....blah blah lots of light talk. Eventually I tell her about the other one (future Mrs) and how I am not interested in going back to her hotel etc...that's ok, nice goodbyes etc later on. No dramas there and here's me thinking all's well that ends...
The funny stuff started a few months later. First mail started arrving addressed to either her or both of us....Hmmmm...by this stage Mrs Wino was living at mine and getting a little hot under the collar. More mail arrvied - junk stuff mainly until i received the pohone bill...
Hmmmm "Mr & Mrs [insert jealous ex's surname here]" ....looks funny. I ring the telco - ah yes, that's corretc sir, you are listed as that. I check the recently arrived new phone book: fuck that! She has listed the both of us as a married couple at my address WITH HER SURNAME! oh dear....From memory I emailed her and asked here wtf she thought she was upto...bleating and tears ensued (from her you dolt).
Sounds all fairly trivial I know but just goes to show how even the most outwardly "normal" wench can come a cropper and cause some grief.
** Long time lurker / first time poster ** No lame phallic metaphors apart from yes, length a little long, but width is the true star.
( , Wed 22 Nov 2006, 3:03, Reply)
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