I've never really had what could be described as a "type", when it comes to women I've dated a broad variety of them in the search for "Miss Right".
In the beginning ...
She was a hardcore Catholic girl who went to church every week and looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Determined not to let our religious differences, her 9pm curfew or her parents disapproving glares get in the way of true love we started dating.
What went wrong ...
I'm sure there are girls out there worth waking up for at 8am on a Sunday morning, but I quickly realised she wasn't one of them. Whilst she was at Church praying for forgiveness for her sins, namely me, I was recovering from an alcohol fueled Saturday night out without her.
In the beginning ...
We met when I was only 18 and I'd been dragged to an awful sweaty crowded gay club, there were about 20 women there and what seemed like 10,000 shirtless guys. She was pretty, tanned, sweating excessively and clearly on a cocktail of drugs. She kicked off the conversation by offering me some pills which left me wondering if there was a non alphabetical difference between 'E' and 'X'.
What went wrong ...
A few months later she started to resemble Leonardo DiCaprio in The Basketball Diaries. I was exhausted from the late nights, and she seemed confused as to why I couldn't keep up with her party hard lifestyle. Without even a second thought about if the sex was good, I was running away to a world where sleep was a nightly occurrence.
In the beginning ...
I went through a stage of wanting to date a sporty girl, someone who could play football like David Beckham and skateboard like Tony Hawks probably due to my teenage crush on Sporty Spice. Things were going great and we hung out all the time, she was training for a half marathon and through careful deception I convinced her I could train with her without incurring a heart attack.
What went wrong ...
This, of course, was a lie, which we both soon discovered. We had fun, but trying to keep up with her on the track (or anywhere else for that matter) must have left her with an image of me sweating, wheezy and begging her to slow down. So this and the fact she refused to class Pool as a sport meant we sadly had no future.
In the beginning ...
We had known each other for what seemed like forever. She was there when I got that stupid tattoo, she was holding my hair back whilst I was throwing up, she had supported me through all my previous relationship disasters and we knew each other inside out. We were so comfortable together that we finally decided to give it a go.
What went wrong ...
Dating without the unknown, the excitement of getting to know each other and the fear and anxieties made the whole thing about as exciting as watching paint dry. As friends everything clicked and we should never have crossed that line. When we both accepted it was going nowhere we tried to go back to being friends but it was impossible to get back what we had, a mistake I promised myself I'd never make again.
In the beginning ...
Beautiful, funny, sweet and did I mention beautiful? From the day we met it was "love", although back then love would have been defined as a one-sided activity that comprised mostly of me either pining over her or acting like a twat in a half hearted school girl attempt to make out that I wasn’t interested. After many months of carefully planned, slightly pathological courtship, she took a chance on me.
What went wrong ...
... only time will tell! ;)
Leave a comment letting us know about the women you have dated and what went wrong! Unless of course you are one of my ex girlfriends, in which case ... no need to comment! ;)
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Posted by Ash, at 00:32 on Tue, Jun 22nd
oh dear how do i get this going?!
little miss party- didnt know the meaning of sleep partied all night and day got pissed when i refused to go because i was "being a baby and wanting to sleep my lazy ass away" this ended quickly
little miss possesive abuser- met her at an odd place, a gym. she was trainning away beating that old bag, one i ended up replacing. she never wanted me anywhere near a man in fear i would for some reason jump their bones. forbid any of my girl friends (the little i have) to never speak to me again and of course how can i leave out the fact that she trashed my apartment on several occasions trying to find my "sercet lover"
little miss immature attention seeking cheating liar- i had my hands full with this one here. she claimed to be a straight girl who just had 'fun'. i knew the moment i saw her at a party at a friends house she was trouble. she saunterred over to me after several hours of eyeing me. the thought of hitting on her never crossed my mind. she gave off the 'straight' signals in waves. i even saw her make out with a few guys. but there she came she walked over to me and made out with me in front of everyone. we dated for only a few months because all the boys she was dating came to me accusing me of stealing their gf. she was a mess and i was stupid for allowing myself to beleive i could change her.
little miss right will come to me when she's waiting all i know is that if she's coming she's going to have a hard time with me. i'm so fucked up at the moment. relationships have become a scary thing for me!