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Brotherly love
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I believe Exile will concur with me on this, but have you ever heard the old J. Geils Band song Love Stinks? it almost perfectly sums up this triangle you have going on…
Of course i’d advise (not that you need any advice from a derelict like me) hanging on to the fantasy of Wendy and giving up the chase, if she doesn’t feel it sadly there is nothing you can do, there was a girl once who spent the better part of a year trying to get me in bed, i’d go to her place and get high and she’d constantly want to shotgun hits into my mouth, all i had to do was respond and we’d be naked, i refrained cuz she was a friend’s ex, her and i were good friends, and then one morning her and i and another lass ended up in a rather interesting three-way somehow, when we finally got around to fucking, (the other girl i quite fancied so we went first) we started screwing and about a minute in we both looked at each other and said it was a bit weird, like screwing a cousin or something, she turned over and told me to keep going from behind so we wouldn’t have to look at each other, it sorta worked but still it was just odd, so maybe this is just a long-winded way of saying be careful what you wish for cuz it could be a colossal let down… or absolutely brilliant, shite i’m no help at all…
He he kono, your comments are excellent stories in themselves.
Nice to have a choice of who you had a go at first!
I really don’t think anything beyond this is going to happen with Wendy. It would have happened by now. I understand how she sees me now. There was the odd flicker of sex but it’s disappeared again now. Bugger!
I didn’t even know you had a sister, much less one about to be married. Don’t call it an inanity. It’s important to her, even if it seems trite to you. Be generous.
I remember getting the cheek well. It happened countless times. Still does. Ever think of ending your torment and telling Wendy it’s just not working for you? Might want to see where an ultimatum gets you. What’ve you got to lose?
“Love Stinks” = a very bad song by a very good band.
Yes, you’re right, that was a rather ungenerous comment abot my sister’s wedding. It matters to her, so one should go along with it. But really, I’m only going to do all the smiling for two or three hours at the most.
I don’t want to give Wendy any ultimatums. I know her answer. “Ok, fair enough looby. What would you like to do then?” I have absolutely nothing to bargain with. Any withdrawl of my friendship would be met by her with a short period of mild disappointment, nothing more, after which I would look even more of an idiot than I am making myself (at least in my own eyes) than I am doing already, a sullen, sulky teenager.
I’m stuck. Such a woman crosses my path hardly ever – once, twice? in a lifetime – but there’s nothing I can do, but try to erase these feelings for her, which seems an impossible task at the moment. How am I supposed to do that, when we get on so well, and she’s so sexy and gorgeous, clever, funny, superbly dressed, druggie, literate, single?
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