They were rarely having sex, bickering all the time and generally making one another miserable
They were rarely having sex, bickering all the time and generally making one another miserable We were flirting on the way, linking arms and teasing each other and play fighting and we chatted away in a bar in Earls Court So yeah, I mean, that story wasn’t relevant to my point at stumbling at the first hurdle. Well, it is for Shamone and her skank I guess, but I was a mere pawn in that scab pile cesspit of poor behaviour. I have stumbled at the first hurdle a few times, or even managed to get over the first hurdle, only to stagger a little, try desperately to keep running and ultimately end up bloody kneed and bashed on the floor, alone and bewildered. This is what happened with the police officer. We chatted online for a while, then she asked me out for dinner and I happily obliged despite her inability to converse properly online. Most conversations complimented me on my good sense of humour, with little banter back, but she was stunning and had a cool job. I naturally left her and Dickmouth to it; hurt, yet smug in the knowledge that they were clearly doomed So that […]