I think I cracked it last Sunday.
Been going out with a girl since October last. Do you know how she let me know we were breaking up? Two words.
Text message.
I suppose she thought it would avoid an emotional chat, which is a drag, I must admit, and I have no complaints, as it was for the best, as we both knew to be the case... but still! Damn mobiles.
Anyone been dumped in a more depressing way that that? Or just have a tragic love life, that might console me a wee bit, and feel like sharing it with a small RHP circle?
Meanwhile, I'll just sit here and sob for a while... boo....hoo hoo....hoo
...hhhooo...boo.:'(:'(:'(
....all on my own....
boo... hoo... hooooo:'(:'(:'(
Originally posted by sjegIf she choose to do it that way she's either got a heart of ice or is stupid beond belief . Either way it's so much better to find out now than after a year or more of time wasted on her . You're better off without her . She's not worth your time or tears .
I think I cracked it last Sunday.
Been going out with a girl since October last. Do you know how she let me know we were breaking up? Two words.
[b]Text message.
I suppose she thought it would avoid an emotional chat, which is a drag, I must admit, and I have no complaints, as it was for the best, as we both knew to be the case... but still! Damn ...[text shortened]...
...hhhooo...boo.:'(:'(:'(
....all on my own....
boo... hoo... hooooo:'(:'(:'([/b]
I've got one word for you , mate ..."NEXT" .
Originally posted by FavsWould that be "former" best mate ?
How about your fiance getting off with your best mate right in front of you as a way of letting you know it's over?
Happened to me five years ago.....:'(:'(
I'm not telling my story of the worst dump ever . That stays between me , her , and the doc that gave me the pennicilin shot .
Originally posted by FavsYou bitter? Yep, bit him, too!
How about your fiance getting off with your best mate right in front of you as a way of letting you know it's over?
Happened to me five years ago.....:'(:'(
But seriously Favs, that's awful. I feel for ya. I've had breakup e-mails, but that story's in a different universe (forget league!). I'd buy you a beer if I lived on the same continent as you.
Originally posted by sjegShe had her new boyfriend tell me...
I think I cracked it last Sunday.
Been going out with a girl since October last. Do you know how she let me know we were breaking up? Two words.
[b]Text message.
I suppose she thought it would avoid an emotional chat, which is a drag, I must admit, and I have no complaints, as it was for the best, as we both knew to be the case... but still! Damn ...[text shortened]...
...hhhooo...boo.:'(:'(:'(
....all on my own....
boo... hoo... hooooo:'(:'(:'([/b]
😞
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Originally posted by PBE6Damn continental drift! We should all been sipping a frosty one right now in disgust at the fickle nature of womankind. Are you with me fellows? (Ladies, please do not hesitate to jump in and defend yourselves... but I'm not really in the mood to be open-minded:'()
You bitter? Yep, bit him, too!
But seriously Favs, that's awful. I feel for ya. I've had breakup e-mails, but that story's in a different universe (forget league!). I'd buy you a beer if I lived on the same continent as you.
Anyway, cheers Moldycrow, old mate. You are quite right. I am just a bit annoyed because I met one really spectacular girl whilst I was still going out with my ex, but in a really rocky patch. And, being a gent, though she was keen, I declined to ask for her number. She was a cracker. Then, a week later, 'finito'... So I just have to hope to run into her again around uni again, before she jets off for the summer. But anyway, there are some very fine ladies about the place. I'm afraid I always notice this fact, single or not. Kudos to women for being 😲 , , by the way, and cheers from all us blokes!
Originally posted by FavsYes, Favs, you win!
How about your fiance getting off with your best mate right in front of you as a way of letting you know it's over?
Happened to me five years ago.....:'(:'(
I always remember when my first girlfriend shifted some bloke in front of me, as she'd heard rumours that I was seeing some other girl, though I wasn't... she was flicking her hair about, and looking over to see if it made me jealous.
It just made me sick. So, honestly, I just cut her out of my life like that. Toc. And, that was that.
Boo to mean ladies, though, who use their gorgeousness for evil... and also use the fact that it is so easy for the fair sex to score, that life isn't really fair!ðŸ˜
Originally posted by PBE6Good to know that I am not alone in my tragic personal life. Did you give him the ol' "stab and flee"? (Only joking, that's a step too far!😉)
I had to meet my ex's new boyfriend on Saturday. Isn't it funny how every girl falls victim to the sophmore curse? The new boyfriend is invariably a complete tool.😛
"invariably a complete tool"
You know, they always are! I remember this one fellow whom my ex (another one than the above two)hooked up with. Now, admittedly, I wasn't going to like the fellow, but some neutrals pointed out his tool factor. He was one of those types who wear sunglasses at night. One word, and that word is:
[b]Wanker.
Originally posted by sjegDon't feel regret at passing up on that little dish while you were occupied with Jezibelle . Hold your head up high for doing the right thing and not acting like a rutting pig . You have your honor , she has nothing .
Damn continental drift! We should all been sipping a frosty one right now in disgust at the fickle nature of womankind. Are you with me fellows? (Ladies, please do not hesitate to jump in and defend yourselves... but I'm not really in the mood to be open-minded:'()
Anyway, cheers Moldycrow, old mate. You are quite right. I am just a bit annoyed because I m ...[text shortened]... act, single or not. Kudos to women for being 😲 , , by the way, and cheers from all us blokes!
I think you were involved with a girl , not a woman , and certainly not a lady . Girls are like city buses - another will be by in 20 minutes , and the ride and fare are about the same with all of them . You're what , 25 ? You're just getting a start , your best days are ahead of you . My advice is look for older women (5-10 years older than you ) . They seem to appreciate when you act as a gentleman , they know what to do with what they've got , and can carry on a conversation better than a potted plant . Girls your age generally lack these qualities .
*Scrapes throat*
Once upon a time...
You want a story about being dumped do you?
Well, cast your mind back 8 years or maybe 10...time flies at my age....and imagine me living with a girl in Wakefield England.
A friend of mine commits suicide and I have to go back to Holland. As I'm unemployed...happily unemployed....I can't afford to go straight back to England (actually I did have to, but that's a completely different story altogether).
My girlfriend gets a job in the South of France and moves down there for the summer. I'm in Holland writing my first novel...contentiously unemployed.
Anyways...
She's all: "Come and visit me Mark." and "I'm so lonely, pop down and have hot, horny sex with me."
And I'm all: "I'm bloody unemployed, I can't afford it." and "I love you too, really I do, but I'm on the bloody dole."
Obviously I went down to visit her.
So. The train, on a Sunday, doesn't go much futher than Montpellier (or a stop or two further South...god knows) and eventually I'm strolling along the motorway in 40 degrees heat with a massive backpack on me.
Hitchhikers are not very popular down there.
So, I stop into a side of the motorway hotel for a drink, slam it, and get going again. As I'm leaving the terrain I notice the Hound of the Baskervilles tied with a rope to a gate of sorts. It was a massive dog. Drooling. Barking and standing up on its rear legs. That was probably why it caught my attention.
I distinctly remember thinking: "God, I hope that rope doesn't let loose." And...you guessed it...it did. And this monster canine from Hell sets off after me.
There's a wee saying in Holland: "Barking dogs don't bite."
I wasn't going to chance it (and believe it didn't sound very plausable either) and I start running down the motorway.
Cerebus nearly catches me up, but Bacchus is with me and a pick-up truck slows down so I can jump in the back. He drives me to the camping.
The first night everything is fine. Hot, sweet loving and loads of hard-core sex (we hadn't seen each other for 2 1/2 months or so).
The second night she says, and I quote: "Mark. I'm sick to death of you. I think you should go."
Let's sum it up: I take an expensive train down to the South of France, whilst I'm unemployed, get chased up a motorway by a slobbering monster of a hound...just to get dumped.
But...
Let me up the stakes on you now...
I arrange week's camping with a friend up near Paris, where I'd met my fresh ex (in the tale) the year before. But I couldn't go until the next morning.
So, I get to drinking (I recommend heavy drinking to anyone who gets dumped, by the way...Dr. Mark will sort out your blues for you) and stagger back to the tent just before midnight.
I open the tent flap....and my fresh ex is having hot doggy style sex with some bozo from the camping next door.
She didn't even have the descency to smile at me!
The next morning I'm packed and ready to go and I bump into her. I'd like to be able to say it was accidently, but it wasn't. I waited for her like a tragic love-sick Hollywood character. I'm not proud of it, but that's just the way I am.
I say to her: "Well..."
And she answers: "I just didn't see any point in waiting for you to leave."
Me: "Thank you."
And I left.
Let's sum it up one last time: I take an expensive train down to the South of France, whilst I'm unemployed, get chased up a motorway by a slobbering monster of a hound, get dumped and finally see my fresh ex having hot horny sex with some surfer dude from the camping next door.
Poo ha!
These women were obviously immature and incredibly stupid. I think alot of women expect things from men without ever really discussing these things with the men. Perhaps we should put out a guide book to women.
Anyway, on behalf of good women everywhere, I offer you all my apologies for the treatment you received from the muppeted women.
Break-up with an e-mail? What cowardice.
One woman friend in College took me aside one day "We have to *talk*" and told me that she liked me a lot, she could see great things in our future together, but alas, she had met a wealthy stockbroker who could give her the finer things right now. Welcome to Dumpsville, population me.
I appreciated her honesty and to tell you the truth, it didn't cause me any grief hearing this. 🙂
EDIT After reading the other tales of woe : Good Grief!