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I shoved a girl so hard last night she careened into a speaker and no doubt has bruises down her back and tailbone. Andrew and I went on a bus trip. Our friends Que and Tarn came. It was organised by my mum's work - I didn't really want to go - but felt I had too. Andrew was incredibly pissed. He'd been wandering the bus chatting to people. The girls sitting behind us (bimbo and slapper), were just turned 18. Slapper kept doing the bump and grind with a guy that works with Mum (Tai) - and Andrew was teasing her about getting laid tonight, but she kept shaking her head and saying she wasn't interested in him (Tai). So we're in the last pub. Tarn and I are looking at the dance floor, Andrew wanders out of the toilet and starts dancing with Slapper and Bimbo and Random Guy. He's talking to Slapper, and then she leans in and they kiss. Not a full on pash, just really a touching of lips. He says 'I'm just going to find my girlfriend', but by this time I'm shoving my way through the crowd. He goes back one way - I go the other. I reach her, push her backwards - she falls on the speaker. 'What?' 'Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend' 'What?' I shove her again, and again she winds up on the speaker. 'Keep your fucking hands off my boyfriend you stupid slut' 'What???' At this point I give up and walk away - Bimbo says 'Oh fuck'. Random guy is looking from me to Slapper. I go back through the crowd - find Andrew talking to Tarn and smack him upside the head. (I never realised you could do that) and storm outside. I'm furiously angry - Sobbing without tears. He follows me out - he can hardly walk - he's incredibly pissed. He apologises. I smack him again, (much to the delight of random people outside) and ask what the fuck does he think he was doing. He apologies, saying he didn't know. 'What can I get from an 18 year old bimbo?' 'hmm A fuck?' 'What do I get from you?' 'I have no idea, obviously not a lot if you're going round kissing stupid bitches.' 'You live with me, you let me do my own thing - go biking with the boys, leave me alone to play on the compute, let me go climbing for whole weekends with Ged, let me go away with the boys tramping.... I'm committed to you.' 'Are you?' 'Yes baby, I'm sorry'. We talk. About how I don't want to leash him to anything, let alone me - that being on a leash is not something I would want for anyone. Some more words are said. The buzzer goes to get back on the bus. Andrew passes out on my shoulder. Bimbo and Slapper get on a different bus with Random Guy - who Slapper is fully hooking in to. Mum asks if I am okay. I say, I wonder how he would feel if it was reversed, and that maybe when I lose this weight and boys are flirting with me how he would feel. She says 'You don't need to lose weight to do that. You're beautiful'. I had to carry him home, take off his shoes and jeans and put him to bed. |
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And I can't believe my cheesy drunken dialouge to Slapper. hee. It's a mixture of feelings today. I'm sorta guilty I shoved her, but happy too. And as for the boy, he's been sleeping all day. |
And I can't believe my cheesy drunken dialouge to Slapper. hee. It's a mixture of feelings today. I'm sorta guilty I shoved her, but happy too. And as for the boy, he's been sleeping all day. |
And I can't believe my cheesy drunken dialouge to Slapper. hee. It's a mixture of feelings today. I'm sorta guilty I shoved her, but happy too. And as for the boy, he's been sleeping all day. |
I have last nights drinking story, which I'll post elsewhere. |
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losing weight changes a lot of things in life, a lot of dynamics, but it cannot and does not change some other things. be careful of what you assume will change. |