It started so well. Met her during the day at this great vegan restaurant, had the novel idea of each course in different restaurants. Different bars between restaurants between courses. Me and a beautiful Northern Irish, doll faced, crystal eyed, no make up wearing, artist. Deep in talk. Left over food in doggie bags given to homeless, frozen by the angel of the north.
She took me back to her house. House mates cool. Met some of her other friends. So far so good. But then things started to turn. She took me to a heavy rock (shite) nite. Found out one of the guys who was with us, she shagged a couple of weeks before I'd met her.
Beware of the Green Eyed Monster!!! In a daze of alcohol and sweaty long haired people. Then came the fall from grace. The mate turned into a savage dog barking in my ear. She ended up crying, going home, leaving me alone in a place I didn't know!
How would I get home?
By MTD aka Mentally Transmitted Disease.
#07 November 2005
Comments...
Nice story, I feel warmer now. I once slept with my girlfriends' best friend on her birthday. I kicked a dog once, and I smell my own farts.
Posted by: | 3:56pm 10 November 2005
i took a girl i'd just met to what i thought would be a nice arthouse flick to make her think i was a cultured type only to arrive at the cinema to endure two hours of schizophrenics screaming and people getting raped. didn't see her again
Posted by: | 10:53am 11 November 2005
Subsequently she moved back to Belfast...
Posted by: MTD | 4:25pm 17 November 2005