Valentine's Day
I met a girl near the end of the night, who was a rather excellent blonde goth. Delighted at my luck, I followed her to the taxi which took us to her flat. Back there, we did a lot of sex, all sorts, while listening to an odd mix of Marilyn Manson and Bush by the light of her lava lamp. I woke the next morning feeling satisfied but a little sick from the hangover. She woke about the same time and I gave her a morning kiss. She looked at me in horror at first but said it was nothing. After 5 minutes or so of very strained conversation, I decided to go for a pee and head home, assuming she didn't like what she saw. Upon looking in the bathroom mirror I realised that my whole face, from just below my eyes, my neck, chest, hands, stomach and thighs were covered in dried blood. I washed it off in the sink and went back to the girl and she didn't mention a thing and I never asked.

We continued our arrangement for about 4 weeks until I accidentally came in her eye, which seemed to have an effect on her ability to answer my calls.
( drbroon abloooobloobloo, Thu 21 Jun 2007, 16:30, Reply)