The saddest person you ever knew.....

[mogwai]

After careful deliberation, I'm opting for "Fishcake Girl".

Fishcake girl was in her late twenties, living at home. She became very obsessed by a string of crap blokes. She actually stalked them, driving past their house at night etc.

She was obsessed by "Paul" at one point. He drank in the pub behind her mum's house, stopping off at the chippy for a fishcake after last orders. She used to hang about the chippy waiting for him to come out so she could "accidentally" bump into him. He's then take her home for some shagging.

Paul eventually moved to Antwerp, so she took a plane to visit him. They spent the entire weekend in bed. She returned brokenhearted because he had only seen her as far as the bus stop back in Antwerp, though he had bought her a ring. On closer questioning, it turned out she had given him the money and he'd actually handed it to the cashier.

The real low point came when he returned home for a week and she took the whole week off as annual leave and sat in the window halfway up the stairs hoping he would drive past.

Does anyone know anyone sadder than this?

is this real or wha?

if yes then im off to bed!!

That's tragic.

I'd have to say 'Pestguest'. Pestguest had a daughter in and out of psychiatric care, probably from having Pestguest for a mum.

She was Canadian, living in the basement of her parents' house. At 46 years old.

She couldn't find a man. Except one here in Scotland. Who was married. With two little kids.

She came all the way over here for a 4 day weekend. He came thru to Edinburgh from a town about 2 hours away.

For 2 hours. Then he had to go pick up one of his kids from school.

She probably would have gotten more value for money -shagwise - if she'd hired a male pro in her home territory.

She wasn't amused when I told her that, tho .

I love the term pestguest.

That's not great, shag-wise.

Still think fishcake Girl has it......

believe me, biglips, this woman is real

I knw a guy in Saudi who was soooooo desperate for a woman (he told me this story while trying to seduce me with his oxidised home brew and Wagon wheels)that he flew all the way to LA to meet one he had met on the Internet (this was back in 1997).

Covo as follows...

Him 'So I got there and to my horror this huge ugly bitch waiting for me was her. I couldn't believe it!!'

Me 'So what did you do?'

Him 'Oh I fucked her anyway,seeing as I had spent all the money getting there.'

They went off into the desert and he tried to sneak off in the middle of the second night only to discover that she had hidden his passport. She refused to give it back until they had completed the planned 2 week trip.

Charmers both of 'em eh??

Pestguest was just that. I threw her out after 10 days. She got on my nerves. I was skint, but she was, too - altho obviously could afford a return ticket to the UK. I told her not to phone mobiles from our landline. She did. She sat on one of my cats. She let the other one out in the stair. She smoked in our flat when we asked her not to - I was 5 months preggo w/DD1 then. She came over and all she did was the same thing she did at home - chat to this bloke online all night.

F*cking loser.

What a weird, MD! I'd have gone to the Embassy, there's a British one in LA, and told 'em it was stolen.

But then again, I'd never fly that far for a shag. I mean, that's sad when you can't get laid in your own territory. I mean, there's always someone! There're bars and pubs, after all.

My brother got chatting online to a lady who lived in Texas. I have an idea that the kind of chat they got up to was more than just friendly chit chat. Anyway she kept saying she wanted to come over and visit and my brother kept ignoring it - never thought she would etc - it was just a bit of fun.

Anyway one day she piped up that she had bought her return ticket what hotel should she stay at. Brother told her not to come - she said she had family to visit also (?) (why couldnt she stay with them).

Anyway my brother thought nothing more of it until she rung him one day and said she was in the country. She'd booked herself into a hotel in centra/west London (we lived about an hour away).

Anyway, she pestered my Brother to go visit but he wouldnt go on his own so me and DP went with him. We felt so sorry for her, tbh.

Anyway, we went up to get her. Did the touristy things - open top bus ride around London etc. Had lunch and then took her back to her hotel.

She spent the next 5 days in the hotel alone.

I still cannot believe she came all the way over.

Oh gawd, I was plagued by a really sad woman for years - she was the bane of my life

We both sang in the church choir - she was about 7 or 8 years older than me (I was in my mid-late teens at the time). She constantly went on and on about her fantastic job claiming she was an important accountant (she was basically an office girl). She used to have a packet of mints which she doled out to the other choristers during the sermon but left me out (and if anyone passed theirs along to me she would tell them off!! I used to pmsl, it was so childish).

There were loads of other things but the worst was when she had a crush on the vicar (yup, the vicar. Married with two kids and dying of cancer at the time). She paid for tickets to a concert for her and him (and grudgingly for his wife too ).

But the absolute worst thing she did IMO was when the vicar died and we had a day of prayer or some such "share your grief in public" type toe-curling event. She went up to the grieving widow (bear in mind he had only been dead a few days) and asked her if she minded if she prayed sitting in the choir pews (ie effectively on the stage) because she "felt more comfortable up there" I was gobsmacked at her insensitivity. AFAIK she is still single and lives at home with her mother (hardly a surprise really!)

I can honestly say she is the only person in my life I have actively disliked and she already takes up too much of my brain

ooooh I'm all wound up just thinking about her now!!!

Well ... not sure if this comes under sad or loopy but here goes, but in my opinion it would have to be TroutGirl, so named for reasons whichwill be revealed in due course. She was actually my boss, and had previously lived in Zimbabwe, for about 6 months I think it was, but the way she spoke one might be fooled into thinking she had lived there all her life. She lived with her husband, the absolute love of her life, and two kids, one aged 14 and one 16, in a house that they had purchased to do up. The house was basically uninhabitable, but they soldiered on anyway, no hot water, no heating ... and the list goes on. Eventually her husband, who had a fairly decent job in London, got sick of living in said house and moved up to London where he rented a flat for himself. But troutgirl and the kids stayed in the house, I would like to add that they had paid upwards of £250000 for this house, and it was basically a shell. Eventually they all got sick of it as well and, instead of moving somewhere else, they decided to move into a tent in the back garden. And there they lived, from October to March. Eventually the novelty of camping in the back garden all became too much and they rented a house up the road, and this is where her name comes from ...

After living there for about 3 months, the owners decided to put the house on the market. One morning, troutGirl came into the office (she only worked 12 hours a week because she was so stressed, but found it difficult to be in the office for those few hours as well), picked up the phone and frantically tried to ring her daughter. She kept on ringing until I asked what was wrong. She said that she'd put some trout in the oven that morning and had forgotten about them and wanted her daughter to get them out. Eventually, frantic with worry, and the thought that the house might catch fire or something, she said that there was only one thing to do. "ring the estate agent and get them to go round there with their key and turn off her oven". And that is exactly what she did, only the estate agent declared her barking and told her to get lost.