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She told me last night.
This is a massive hint isn't it.
sometimes a dude has to do the crazy thing
Don't worry, I laughed.
If you don't feel you can, then it's either not right, or it is, and you have to lkive with having done/said nothing. Broken down by logic it sounds so simple, but I'm not being trite- I know it's not.
And see what happens. At the very least you can suggest staying in touch. And if she doesn't seem interested in that you can chain her to your radiator and refuse to release her until she agrees to marry you.
last minute dash soundtracked by coldplay.
it's how to act when a girl you really like is just about to leave for france the next day.
we had a lovely final night together, sitting on the sofa watching the sum of all fears....that i can recommend.
however, the next morning i knocked on the door to say goodbye being all nice and polite like, no dramaz or declarations, and just let her go without a fight. realising my mistake, i plucked up the courage to knock again five minutes later, but she did not answer. clutching at straws, i left my e-mail address on a post-it note and stuck it on her door*.
so yes. do not leave with dignity, and then stamp on your dignity half-heartedly. rip apart that dignity, piss in its eyes. tell her you love her man, before it's too late.
*still waiting for that e-mail francoise**. still waiting.
**some names may have been changed.
actual literal :'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''D
then chase her down, like what ross did.
just before committing ritual disembowelment.
but I definitely couldn't afford a flight to canada
Eurostar is do-able.
the best thing to do is bottle everything up inside and start drinking heavily
can get a bit tricky sometimes though. sample conversation:
french girl i loved: 'why are you drinking gin at this time?'
me: 'er...just y'know. want to try and stay awake'
french girl: but drink makes you sleepy, no?
BUT IT MAKES MY LIFE WORTH LIVING or something melodramatic, whilst smoking a cigarette
French broads love that stuff
i just want to tell everyone everything. even if its not true. most of the time it is though and thats the worst thing to do. KEEP IT BOTTLED UP INSIDE life is much easier/more painful.
and i wish i had an answer for you pal, i really do. best advice i can give is to definitely tell her how you feel. you gotta get that shit off your chest before she goes. just expect the worst and expect it to hurt. but in the long run you will feel a heck of a lot better my friend. oh and don't do it like some shitty hollywood film either, just be your fine self.
she'll be back eventually and I'll still keep in contact with her so who knows for the future.
More importantly it means I can go to newquay and live it up like it's 2010. Which is almost as good as 1999.
my friend from work has just got a new Merc (or will in the next day or so) so a weekend will be awesome.
Already planning what supplies will be needed. Johnnie Walker Red...some Brandy for sure. Maybe some cigars. Will be sweet.
drfiting in and out and tripping on the breeze.
johnny walker and cigars and mercs indeed.
don't live a lie, fullerov.
well the merc might not be I suppose. I hope it is. If we're going down in a ford mondeo then that's gonna be a lot less fly,
just the declaration that they'll be ample subsitute for the chance to rest your head on her chest as her steady breathing makes you realise that all is safe and well in the world.
but y'know. smoke a stogie, whatevs.
But you can't let things like this hold you down, well cliched but c'est la vie and all that jazz.
i think you can only say that after you've tried all you could try.
so instead of....'oh, what will be will be, that's life huh?'
you bust a gut to do what you can, and when that doesn't work, you sit the fuck back, look in the distance and say...
'what can you do, huh?'
god i love that phrase. me and you tony s. me and you.
anyway, i'm only busting your balls. you'll have a great birthday weekend and forget all about that silly french fancy. bon chance.
it's better than getting drunk and wandering around Dublin on Valentine's Day for hours and hours in the rain listening to The Smiths and then getting home completely plastered and smashing up an umbrella and two guitars and then falling asleep in the wet grass outside.
Not that I ever did that.
and i didn't stay up all night crying and listening to beirut after going out for her birthday and watching her snog some random.
she says i'm ace all the time.
felt sorry for the umbrella though.
i also didn't relly intend to type that out in caps but now i've done it i like it better that way. SHE'LL BE BACK, THEY ALL COME BACK EVENTUALLY
If you did like her a lot and have done for a while, but haven’t made any move yet, then you must be a colossal pussy. Now she’s telling you that she’s moving to France and instead of going with your impulses, you’re telling the internet about it, eventually deciding “Nah, I’ll just leave it”.
told her how I felt last week.
I'm not stupid you know.
So if you told her you loved her anyway, AND she felt the same way, she'll still have to go. If that makes sense.....