I've never spoken about this before because it's so grim but I had to stop seeing someone because the night before he'd come down with a case of 'bad guts' but he still insisted on our date going ahead. Didn't think anything of it, he seemed fine enough. Fast forward to him jumping out of bed to have the loud people in the ensuite bathroom. Then wanting to dive back into sex. That's not the worst bit. He then bolted back into the bathroom and as he shuffled with his a cheeks clutched together back into the bog, I could see remnants of loo roll stuck in there from his last visit. I was too sickened and mortified to tell him the real reason behind ending it so I made something up.
His final flourish was pausing before getting back into bed, smiling grimly and then performing a 'helicopter fool' before beaming at me with pride!
His final flourish was pausing before getting back into bed, smiling grimly and then performing a 'helicopter fool' before beaming at me with pride!