When I was in late teens/ early 20s it used to happen all the time. My friends would get infuriated with me. Looking back, I was getting a fatal dose of the ick each time but back then it was just called ‘going off someone’ which does not pack the same punch.
other fatal Icks include-
- beating a very lovely bloke at pool three times in a row on our first proper date. I am bad at pool. The barman made fun of him and he went in a mood. there was no second date despite the run up to this one being months in the making.
- a man talking to me in ‘sexy’ Italian when we were at it. Neither of us are Italian, he just worked there briefly.Shudder.
- a man who wore heeled shoes out on a date and also audibly farted during date and did not acknowledge the fart. Fart stench engulfed us as we sat in silence.
- this one may sound v unreasonable but when I was about 18 I went out with this really tall guy (brag). I’d fancied him for ages and he was a few years older than me (double brag). Anyway, he was fairly aloof about the whole thing which at the age I was made me want him even more. One day in the pub this fit bloke came in who had some link to the group we were in. He was polite and chatting to everyone at the table. Anyway, tall man noticed and got immediately possessive, sitting next to me and constantly laying his very heavy arm across my shoulders and calling me babe, hun
etc. his arm was really thick and heavy and annoying and him wanting me made me instantly not want him at all. Jealousy is such a turn off for me. Rather a sexy beast who is completely secure while not taking you for granted.
I’m sure I have many more fatal icks. Did used to churn through them.