Heartland

They expect you to be all mysterious but that's never good enough for
them. Once they find something that piques their interest, then they
want to know all about you … and if you don't give, they think you
are being mysterious deliberately and take that as a "come on",
whether you are or aren't. And they keep drilling away (metaphor of
choice) asking more and more questions, plumbing the depths (nutha
metaphor of choice) until you relent and give in and let them have
some information about yourself that is secret. So you start to
share stuff, you start to think you've made a connection. Something
happens, stuff starts getting honest, or so you think. Sexual
innuendos are made, fantasies are shared. Hurts are healed, comfort
given. And you, you stupid f**king woman, start to think it's real.
He acts like he can't get enough of you. You become the object of his
fantasy and he becomes yours – even though you didn't ask for it at
the outset. Then suddenly, just when you think it will last forever,
Bam! No freaking warning. Everything stops. Ice and frozen spaces, no
more communication. From not being able to live without hearing from
you every single day, to silence. And what did you do, you poor
defenceless woman? Absolutely sweet f**k all, as far as I can make
out.

Got bloke problems Lucretia?

Brideoffrankenstein wrote:Got bloke problems Lucretia?

Tell me about it ... but then I am on my second half of the bottle of Amarula and fecking Trent Reznor doesn't help, hey

<-------runs away, fast

lucretia wrote:I am on my second half of the bottle of Amarula

Maybe that's what's not helping

Brideoffrankenstein wrote:

lucretia wrote:I am on my second half of the bottle of Amarula

Maybe that's what's not helping

What!? Give up my hooligan juice ... are you mad?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.......
Beer goggles never help though I have found or even Amarula goggles

Brideoffrankenstein wrote:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.......
Beer goggles never help though I have found or even Amarula goggles

I actually thought I was being ever so poetic in this post and Goff like ... obviously I haven't had enough to drink yet. But thanks for the kind words of Sisterly support. Ah ... maybe I should become a lesbo.

lucretia wrote:They expect you to be all mysterious but that's never good enough for
them. Once they find something that piques their interest, then they
want to know all about you … and if you don't give, they think you
are being mysterious deliberately and take that as a "come on",
whether you are or aren't. And they keep drilling away (metaphor of
choice) asking more and more questions, plumbing the depths (nutha
metaphor of choice) until you relent and give in and let them have
some information about yourself that is secret. So you start to
share stuff, you start to think you've made a connection. Something
happens, stuff starts getting honest, or so you think. Sexual
innuendos are made, fantasies are shared. Hurts are healed, comfort
given. And you, you stupid **** woman, start to think it's real.
He acts like he can't get enough of you. You become the object of his
fantasy and he becomes yours – even though you didn't ask for it at
the outset. Then suddenly, just when you think it will last forever,
Bam! No freaking warning. Everything stops. Ice and frozen spaces, no
more communication. From not being able to live without hearing from
you every single day, to silence. And what did you do, you poor
defenceless woman? Absolutely sweet **** all, as far as I can make
out.

Ditto. But it's roles reversed for me.

Ditto. But it's roles reversed for me. [/quote]

Holy cr .. ap
Maybe we should get together and cry into our beers.

That was so gay. It takes time though luc, you'll be ok. Wiser too.

Oooh, what a relevent thread. Mrs JB's fucking off to 'find herself' as well. Finally get to play Tony from Men Behaving Badly at 42.

Likewise JB

Sorry lucretia - your "men are b*stards" thread seems to have turned into a bunch of blokes crying about getting dumped

@ QB - Can you amend the title to this thread and substitute 'women' for 'men'. Maybe take Lucretia's name of the intial post and insert mine.

At least those with dangly bits can laugh in the face of adversity.

Just.

So, basically, people just ain't no good. In the words of Nick Cave.

Been through this one myself this week, because I'm "impractical", apparently. Bah!

Grab another one and see what happens. Perhaps. Or sit in and watch Will and Grace to the accompaniment of beer, bangers and mash. Homemade mash, to the highest and most exacting of butter, cheese and mustard standards. With gravy.

andymackem wrote:So, basically, people just ain't no good. In the words of Nick Cave.

Been through this one myself this week, because I'm "impractical", apparently. Bah!

Grab another one and see what happens. Perhaps. Or sit in and watch Will and Grace to the accompaniment of beer, bangers and mash. Homemade mash, to the highest and most exacting of butter, cheese and mustard standards. With gravy.

Does the Hammerette feature ..? I do read your posts and I'm just curious ... and I'm coming for tea next friday.

Gotta keep your self respect.

JB wrote:Mrs JB's fucking off to 'find herself' as well.

I went to find myself in the last millenium, but I turned out to be even more of a w@nker than I'd been before.

blimey. has everyone been dumped then?

single, daft, male
oh! and over the hill, life bores me

Mrs and Mr Lamia are quite happy thankyou!!!

Sits smugly in the corner!

Lamia wrote:Sits smugly in the corner!

looks at Lamia and smiles, in a knowing way

Quiff Boy wrote:blimey. has everyone been dumped then?

Oh yeah. But it was 10 years ago

I kicked the fuc king bit ch out.
Yep was dumped as well.
almost, 7 months ago. I had alot of fun in the meanwhile but I guess the pain never dies