to say that you've gorn and done it again, IPOAT?

[Hullygully]

Weddings.

We.end.with.weddings.

Not monkey shit.

Don't forget shame and horror always follow too many cocktails. As they recede yo will see it wasn't THAT bad. He just wants fluff, so....

fuck him.

awww tsk

I know it's none of my beeswax, but a few things spring to mind

1. welling up does not equal 'big tears'

1. you can't just go out and drink cocktails without getting drunk- what on earth did he expect?

1. at least he emailed. If he wasn't bothered, he wouldn't've bothered. If you see what I mean.

1. your email was spot on

1. you seem to be taking the flack for his ex' behaviour, which doesn't seem fair- he's thinking 'because ex does this, and mimi does this, therefore x=mimi'. This is a very unscientific approach and makes me - (partly as I got dumped once, by letter, [last century] for exactly the same reason)

and

1. the last time I went on a first date and drank cocktails, I was sick on my shoes

he'll be back, you mark my words

I remember going on a date and arriving drunk (nerves), then I sat under the table and wouldn't come out.

Happens to the best of us.

this problem- booze/dates- is obv more common than I thought (previously believed twas just me)

maybe first dates should be held in areas where alcohol is frowned upon/hard to get hold of/prohibited. Eg toddler groups, Utah, the outer Hebrides on a Sunday morning, appearing on Masterchef, Millwall at home or Wesleyan chapels.

ooh! ooh! I've got one...

municipal swimming baths

[smug]

Forget the fact that he only wants fluff...he fed you nothing but peanuts

Fuck him.

I was once sick (from alcohol, obviously), and then bloke who fancied me, but in whom I had no real interest, came to do hair-holding back and so on (as was classily vomiting in the street), and I then snogged him, against pub wall, presumably stood in puddle of sick, with my vomit mouth . Poor bloke. That wasn't a date though. Just a night at the pub

oh dear lord

Cocktails, though.....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

What is the current thang in the cocktail world? Can I still have a lychee martini, or would that demonstrate my lack of cool? I'm also a sucker for chocolatey, creamy concoctions.

I must point out that we need to begin some matrimonial machinations ASAP. Cocktails wouldn't be a bad place to start, actually....

I was (I think) 17, so it's allowed.

Oh yeah, all right then

tsk tsk, Widow!

he fed her nothing but peanuts?

I am sure that, since we are now in the eighteenth century, we women are more than capable of feeding ourselves?

ps the Brandy Alexander is a good 'un, I am reliably informed, being both a beverage and a meal

He participated in a mutually arranged evening of companionship and entertainment, which featured no sustenance other than peanuts, and failed to suggest that dinner of some sort might be a valuable addition to the night's events.

Ooooh, does it have advocaat? I feel you need advocaat for it to count as nutrition.

Oooooh, brandy, creme de cacao and cream? Sign me up!

...I spose it could do

I have brandy.

I have cream.

I have....frangelico.

Well if he fed you nothing but peanuts what did he expect. Tssk [stern face]

Perfect email from you Madame. Elegant and dignified. Just like you when you are not bawling and cuffing folk.

I got very nervous at a boyfriends office do in private room at the savoy. I was seriously intimidated. I drank gin and tonic, lots of wine and port. I told a joke that finished with the punch line " you can fuck off if you think I am doing that" and then vomited neatly into my elegant little satin clutch bag. I truly believed I had got away with it.

But dear reader, I married him.

After all , fuck em' if they can't take a joke.

I am turning a paler shade of green.

You are all lovelly. I am so glad it is not just me.

Beginning the hunt for marriage material in this here cocktail bar

good god, that thread went quick.

Hmmm, spouses...

I bags marry him. Classic, yogic and levitating.

At least yours has come dressed for the occasion. Mine has no concept of etiquette.

Am v jealous I did not get to say municipal swimming baths first on a thread. Kudos Jack

See mimi, we have all done it and I did not realise there was no dinner! Even now if I'm out I need to line my stomach with pasta or the like.

God Pag you just saying your very funny story made me flush and giggle at the memory of 'performing' v sexist banana joke (the feminists would lynch me these days) at one of DH's posh do's. There I was in my ballgown pretending to give a pretend banana a blow job.

Now that gave me hangover guilt and I had to face them all at breakfast.

And now he has sent me another email telling me he definitely doesn't want to see me again.

Whaa?