A couple of years ago i met a girl on a chat room. Ended up speeking to her and all that for a couple of months before we suggested to meet. We did, and i immediately realised i had made the biggest mistake since Mrs Hitler said to Mr Hitler "Oh darling, do you fancy parking your car in my garage?". She was minging. Proper minging. The photos id seen she looked ok, but she was the personification of the word Troglodyte. Ming diddly ming ming ming. Basically im one of these people that hates hurting other people so i couldnt break up with her coz im too fecking sensitive. We ended up together fr 9 months. 9 sodding months of absolute hell. Worst shag of my life as well. Her mum was just the most annoying person youve ever met. Her dad hated my guts. And she was northern, from Nottingham (hence y i was so wary about going to the forest match, i have nightmares about bumping into her). Then one day i just got inspiration from somewhere, rang up and did it. Ive never felt that good before.

We all learn from our mistakes.

I also had a kind of internet relationship with a girl ive never met from Chelmsford. She was fine but i never met her and things never went anywhere.

Anyhow im very happy now with my current gf who ive been with for 2 and a half years.

(if anybody says anything about marriage - ill kill them. Im 19!!!!)

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Speed dating? Does that involve amphetamine sulphate? If so bad mix, it tends to have a 'cold weather' effect on ones manhood.

You've just earnt yourself a place on my next web page sunshine!

You fed me, you bred me, I'll remember your name.

I've actually met several women through chat rooms ... managed to convince one to pay for my flight over to USA stay with her for a week ... no spark ... but I played along ... dumper her when I got back.
Also met a girl from Swansea ... fell for her big time ... moved to Swansea to be near her ... she dumps me a few hours after I sign a 6 month lease on a house ... very bad experience.
However I met my wife in a chatroom and no regrets there!

They say hard work never hurt anyone ... but why take a chance?

That was me looking at the sachets of dry roasted hanging up behind the bar. Sorry to disappoint, old chap. I promise to give you some quality time when next we meet.

I'm the furtive type, Moosey... bit of a shrinking violet, actually.

After the Bexter debacle, I am now resolutely single and jolly happy I am about it too!