Spinsterella

Friday, July 21, 2006

Ex Story # 10

The time he told me that he didn’t love me and he hadn’t meant it on the two occasions he said he did.

(We'd been together for about a year-and-a-half.)

17 Comments:

  • Wanker. Cunt. All those words. He doesn't sound worthy of you. BEtter off without I'd say.

    By Blogger rockmother, at 3:01 PM  

  • jesus, spin, I didn't know they let you post from jail.

    Er... you did kill the utter fucking wanker, didn't you?

    By Anonymous riddledwiththepox, at 5:19 PM  

  • Sorry about men. I think they put something in our food when we're young to make us callous plonkers. Still, we're dead good at throwing balls, starting wars and growing potbellies, so you've got to love us. Haven't you? ...hello??

    By Anonymous lethe, at 5:38 PM  

  • Please Spin, when will you let me start killing these assholes?! I really need the excercise, and it would be so much fun!

    By Blogger Chaucer's Bitch, at 5:45 PM  

  • What a fuckstick.

    By Blogger Billy, at 9:06 PM  

  • errr....

    he actually said he didn't mean it??

    By Blogger treespotter, at 4:12 PM  

  • Oi you, you do use real names. You used mine! How do you know I don't fancy you? Did you ask? Despite your fantasy of my being super-confident, that's merely compensatory stage fright, I'm really hideously shy. I might have been frightened of you. Or drunk. Tho it's more likely that I was dangerously sleep-deprived, it was Hay after all.

    By the way, top blog. I certainly fancy your style. Blezardx

    By Anonymous Blezard, at 4:47 PM  

  • Yeah, but did you love him?

    Wanker and cunt that I am - I said something similar to end my first serious relationship and to be honest, it felt quite liberating to be finally telling the truth...

    In subsequent relationships, I've noticed that quite a few women like to say "I love you" quite early on, too early for my liking. And when I make a stand and don't say it back, suddenly a whole cauldron of tensions and insecurities bubble up...

    People throw the word "love" around far too casually, then put far too much stock by what it means...

    Sorry, this is a little pet-rant of mine...

    By Blogger Ant, at 6:18 PM  

  • You sure can pick em. Is it true women are more attracted to shits? The thorn upon the rose ...

    By Blogger DavetheF, at 7:28 PM  

  • Ummm well it depends who the shit is if a woman is attracted to him or no.

    And yes ant, I must agree with you. I have a friend who thinks she loves all her new boyfriends after the first two dates.

    Me? well by the time I have decided I love someone they are usually on to the next women and given up waiting for me to make my mind up.

    Oh well good job I didn't tell them :)

    By Blogger Ladybristol, at 12:14 AM  

  • Would that be the same Paul Blezard who shattered Spin's illusions when she spotted him just before an event, facing into a corner, reciting his introduction over and over in a decidedly panicky fashion. (She still would though.)

    I think you're in there Spin....

    p.s. sorry I didn't name chack you on the podcast - I went completely blank. I would say some thing like "you know I love you really" at this point, but I'm frightened that you'll post it up and I might retract it someday (like if the missus ever finds out or something) and I'll have a lot of pre-menstrual women coming on all protective of you and calling me a right cunt and everything.

    You've been warned Paul!

    (And for Christ's sake man - LEARN TO IMPROVISE!!)

    By Blogger Robert A. Swipe, at 11:45 AM  

  • Sorry, that should read: "LEARN TO EXTEMPORISE!!"

    It's my t.o.m. too, you know...

    By Blogger Robert A. Swipe, at 12:36 PM  

  • I've said I love you to several girlfriends and then discovered I was never in love in the first place. I don't think I was, anyway. Does that make me bad? I'm with Prince Charlie on "whatever love means."

    Anyone got a good definition I can write down in my wallet?

    By Blogger Wyndham, at 7:43 PM  

  • "love means not retching when getting other people's pants out of the laundry basket"

    there you go, wyndham. have that one on me.

    By Blogger surly girl, at 8:52 PM  

  • Then I can confirm that Veronica loves me very, very much.

    By Blogger Wyndham, at 10:19 PM  

  • Someone found this blog on PAGE TWENTY of Google searching for 'paul blezard' the other day.

    Who could that be, eh?

    The person pretending to be Paul Blezard a few comments ago??? (Vanity googling, tch, you wouldn't catch me doing that*)

    Anyhow, I am just back from another festival (4 down, eight to go) and will be posting again when I get my brain back.

    Oh, going back to this post, there is a PS. - I'll get to it eventually.

    * Actually, you would. All the time. Don't tell anyone, OK?

    By Blogger Spinsterella, at 11:36 PM  

  • "Someone found this blog on PAGE TWENTY of Google searching for 'paul blezard' the other day.

    Who could that be, eh?"

    Probably me, Spin.

    (Well, you've got to keep an eye on the competition, haven't you??)

    What does this Blezard chap do, anyroad? Should I feel awfully inadequate for not knowing who he is?*

    And is he better looking than me (i.e not quite so balding, beer bellied, hunchbacked and cockrotted)?

    At least you get people reaching your page through googling names, Spin. I come up on searches for things like pee$ (why the $, btw?) and cock+rot - I think they're looking for a cure, rather than to hook up with my diseased member....

    * I already do - feel inadequate, that is. I just don't really need any more reasons, that's all...

    By Blogger Robert A. Swipe, at 1:30 PM  

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