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So where/how did you meet him/her?
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Where and how did you meet your partner? And how'd it feel? ie, did you know straight the way you'd be with him/her or did it takes months of playing games and persuading? Just out of curiosity of course (!)- i'm interested to know...
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The guy who I have my mine pies on at the moment, I met through friends....boring really but he's not!
Met again in a club earlier this year, decided to go away on a dirty weekend before he went back to Thailand where he was living at the time. He then went back for less than a month before deciding he wanted to sell up, come back and give things a go. The rest, as they say, is history... and I think this might be "it" now unless George Clooney calls.
Sad I know
I haven't followed that one, who are you with on here?
This may be a bit involved
Well bf met D at about the same time last year as he met me. Anyhoo, all was fine, we were both 'sort of' dating my bf until one day Pile of Shit #1 D comes home, there's 2 guys waiting for him and kick the crap out of him, and say thats a present off your ex. Now my bf has a real psycho ex. He's spent about £25,000 on legal bills getting the cunt legally restrained. Bf's been followed, had 2 cars and a motorbike damged, had friends cars damaged (paint stripper/window smashing etc), bf beaten up on several occassions and had the barrel of shotgun suck in his mouth.
Now a few days after being 'beaten up' D is at Bf's place and i ask how D is, what are his bruises like. Bf says well he hasn't got any ! DING DING DING DING my cynical old queen alarm starts ringing. I'll just add here, that D knows about me and that i'm HIV+. So i'm thinking to myself, A ha, he's trying to play the 'victim' to my bf to make himself look all vulnerable and innocent and hurt blah blah blah. D doesn't want the police or anyone else involved. My cynic alarm is now on AMBER ALERT.
So, a few uneventful weeks pass (we're about august now) and 'Pile of crap #2' D is mysteriously found at home passed out. His ex wife texts, not calls, my bf to say what's happened. Turns out he's got type 2 diabetes 'victim syndrome'. A few days later bf and D are out 'pile of crap #3' and D has to go to pharmacy as he feels unwell and says pharmacist has to inject him with insulin. DING DING DING, cynic alarm on RED ALERT. Highly unlikely a pharmacist would inject you, where's his scrip for the insulin, why doesn't he carry insulin with him at all, why does he eat like a horse, eat loads of sweets and polish off 2 bottles of red wine in a sitting ! Hmmmmmmmm
Spoke to bf about it all but he didn't seem convinced.
Im gonna stop writing pile of crap coz there's so much
AT this point i had a serious talk with bf about all this and it was such crap, and he was sort of coming round to my way of thinking. D is found passed out in his car at a motorway service station because he hears that his ex has been released from prison. D gets a wreath sent to his home, D gets unlimited phone calls from 'thugs' threatening to beat him up.
We're now up to about December last year. And this is where the lying little cunt scoops a new low. He reliably informs bf that he has Lymphoma, basically cancer of the immune system, the symptoms of which CAN BE REMARKABLY LIKE HIV ! Obviously trying to out do me in the 'sympathy' stakes.
Fast forward to christmas. Bf has now decided for himself D is a cunt. We had a nice xmas together and D was gonna drive up on 30th and the 3 of us were gonna go to a friends new year party the following day. He turns up, face like thunder, refuses the dinner i cooked him, then eats it coz he's a greedy cunt. Complains the following morning about being kept awake all night by me and bf laughing downstairs where we could hear him snore. So D fucks off, me and bf go to party
Bf gets text, 31/12 saying D has been rushed into emergency surgery blah blah blah. Then there's a day of texts off ex wife and calls from D's sick bed. New Year comes and goes. On 2/1 this year, D calls from his hospital bed to see if bf is ok, yadda yadda yadda so bf gets mate to call D's home number staright after this call, and guess what ? D is actually at home.
So, next time D calls, bf has it out with him. Usual shit come sout of D's gob so bf tells him to fuck off, and he's now all mine
Said it was involved
I met mine at a friends wedding. I was hammered and talking to anyone and everyone. Got invited to the bar with a group of strangers, he was one of them. Had only two armeretto stone sour's so he (as always
We were together all the time he was in Glasgow until he returned to Oslo in the summer but we decided to continue the relationship despite the distance. Thank god for Ryanair! And here we are almost two years later
Between being wound up by the lads (each seperately) for fancying each other (never did they think to say "Ooh, she/he fancies you too!") and friends and boyfriends/girlfriends getting in the way, 9 months later we eventually managed to go to the cinema one night about 2 years and 1 week ago. Nothing's really changed from then on, still together, still as useless
that's awesome...
I was always held that it was 'more secure' to know the person better beforehand, so you know what to expect (not an gun crazy maniac or just other weird traits). cool story.
Haha good luck with it...its pretty fucking good when it works out
Yeah. Retrospect, it was probably a couple very bad decisions. I could be chopped up into little pieces, skinned at the bottom of Lake Michigin right now. Pretty sure, though, he was trying to hide the boxes of poptarts on me, who knows how long they were in there for, if thats not a sign of future serial killer I don't know what is.
I can't even tell how many chances I let pass already
*sniff* a good mood to study chemistry for my exam tomorrow *leaves thread with sagging head*
It’s always, always been the same though. It always just seems to “happen” rather than trying to pull or whatever.
I like her, dunno if she likes me, flirt and stuff via text for a bit, then there’s the embarrassing bit when it all comes to the surface, you have that really awkward as fuck conversation and you feel like you’re 15 again.
Then we’re really smitten for the first month or so, and it’s all bliss
Ooh, I love this stuff. How exciting! Let us (or me, at least, as I am a nosy parker) know how it goes :hyper: :thumb:
I'm now making notes on meeting new people
[small]*Please note that this isn't true in the slightest. I'm happy as I am, and the next Mr Right will pop up when I'm least expecting him.
One day he posted a picture of himself and I decided I would make him mine.
We always had staff drinks after (mainly because i lived upstairs and we could
Loved it, got on well...as they say the rest is history, that was about 2 and a half years ago. Still love her even though its been 4 and a half months
Yeh.
This was back in 2000 but we only got together in June 2004. Never seemed to be single at the same time, but always chatted in college and out on MSN. Finally he split up with his gf. Two months later we were chatting on MSN (after not talking for about four months), and got talking more in depth. He came home from uni six weeks later, came round one night (we hadn't seen each other face to face for nearly two years by this time!) and just keeps coming back! Don't ever want rid of him either