i rang the person that means more to me than anything in the world and she told me she didn't want to speak to me ever again. i rang back like a fool and a man said "she doesn't want to speak to you mate, now leave her alone, please don't call again"
hahahaha! i am one of those people that people avoid. a freak! and i'm telling people on an open web board. INTERNET MENTALIST ALERT! oh dear
― gareth (gareth), Sunday, 1 September 2002 07:39 (twenty-two years ago)
doesn't sound good gareth, hope you're ok.
― stevo (stevo), Sunday, 1 September 2002 09:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 09:12 (twenty-two years ago)
― gareth (gareth), Sunday, 1 September 2002 09:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 09:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― webber (webber), Sunday, 1 September 2002 09:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kiwi, Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:00 (twenty-two years ago)
Just so you know.
― Andrew (enneff), Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevo (stevo), Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― Graham (graham), Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― gareth (gareth), Sunday, 1 September 2002 10:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― gareth (gareth), Sunday, 1 September 2002 11:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 11:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Sunday, 1 September 2002 11:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nicole (Nicole), Sunday, 1 September 2002 12:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 12:24 (twenty-two years ago)
i have sent her an email trying to explain things, if she doesn't reply, i will send a letter. unfortunately over the last 2 years we've had quite a few 'explaining ourselves' situations, i am worried she's just had enough now.
i'm worried she'll just delete the email without reading, and bin the letter without reading. haha she'll probably see this and think "INTERWEB MENTALIST!".
i just want another chance, but perhaps i have already used all my chances up...
― gareth (gareth), Sunday, 1 September 2002 12:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 12:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― Graham (graham), Sunday, 1 September 2002 12:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mike Hanle y (mike), Sunday, 1 September 2002 13:16 (twenty-two years ago)
Maybe a letter, but resist the temptation to make it a long one, or emotionally charged. Just like 'Well, I didn't expect you to be like that but hey I'm here if you ever change your mind and want to make up' kind of thing, maybe?
― N. (nickdastoor), Sunday, 1 September 2002 13:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― bnw (bnw), Sunday, 1 September 2002 14:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Thames, Sunday, 1 September 2002 15:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― ron (ron), Sunday, 1 September 2002 16:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― felicity (felicity), Sunday, 1 September 2002 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)
i sixth the letter idea. it'll give you a chance to say things you actually mean, rather than risk being misunderstood in some panicked, emotional conversation.
one word of advice: sometimes a mere 'i'm sorry' or 'i miss you' or 'i want you back' isn't good enough. if there's an element of apology to any part of what you're writing, don't just leave it at that. try to explain where yr head is at and what you want from her within a framework of honesty and reason.
i mean, not that i'd imagine you wouldn't do that anyways. but coming from a situation where i was basically begging an ex as recently as a month ago to come back to me, i know how emotion can sometimes hinder reason.
― mark p (Mark P), Sunday, 1 September 2002 17:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark p (Mark P), Sunday, 1 September 2002 17:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― di smith (lucylurex), Sunday, 1 September 2002 21:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Sunday, 1 September 2002 21:19 (twenty-two years ago)
And in Plato's dontcha know *tries to avoid adopting a smug, lofty, snooty expression expressing utter disdain*. See Phaedrus.
I've experienced a very similar situation Gareth. I hope it works out for you. If, on the other hand, it looks like it won't...
I have developed a few phrases and philosophies for the use of unrequited obsessive lovers.
1. Perhaps a great love is never returned.2. True Love Sucks.3. Read Ovid's The Art of Love (sic ???) 4. Listen to Pete and Dud.5. Write a book/album that becomes really sucessful and that'll teach her the cow. 6. Listen to Into each life some rain must fall (the inkspots/ella collaboration). Adapt that jazzy, laissez faire attitude if possible.7. Get completely pissed and storm around screaming "Women are FICKLE FICKLE FICKLE creatures" at no-one in particular. Then have a nice sandwich. 8. Everybody's been burned.9. WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T LISTEN TO THE SMITHS.10. Try to avoid using the word "mentalist".
I hope I've been of some assistance.
― chris sallis, Sunday, 1 September 2002 23:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew (enneff), Sunday, 1 September 2002 23:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― toraneko (toraneko), Sunday, 1 September 2002 23:09 (twenty-two years ago)
i just feel so stupid. this time last year, it was total reversal, i wouldn't listen when she wanted contact. why didn't i just listen when i had the chance?
― gareth (gareth), Wednesday, 18 September 2002 10:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― kate, Wednesday, 18 September 2002 10:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 09:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― ipsofacto (ipsofacto), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 09:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chewshabadoo (Chewshabadoo), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 10:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 19:36 (twenty-one years ago)
shes left town now
― ilkleylido (gareth), Saturday, 19 February 2005 16:56 (twenty years ago)
― kyle (akmonday), Saturday, 19 February 2005 17:17 (twenty years ago)
― stevie nixed (stevie nixed), Saturday, 19 February 2005 17:18 (twenty years ago)
― jermaine, Saturday, 19 February 2005 17:34 (twenty years ago)
she's left town now.
― cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 19 February 2005 17:50 (twenty years ago)
― Alienus Quam Reproba (blueski), Saturday, 19 February 2005 17:54 (twenty years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 19 February 2005 18:45 (twenty years ago)
can see myself on here in a few weeks if some miracle doesn't happen soon.
― De que estas hablando? (Tannenbaum Schmidt), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:20 (fourteen years ago)
hahahahaha you too? ;-)
― some men enjoy the feeling of being owned (acoleuthic), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:22 (fourteen years ago)
well i dicked me overnow i'll payi fucked upaaaaahhhhhh
― English: The Money Woman (history mayne), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:23 (fourteen years ago)
bored, hungover, just gave myself a haircut. saturdays without football are a disaster
― May be half naked, but knows a good headline when he sees it (darraghmac), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:34 (fourteen years ago)
T Schmidt is probably doing a postgrad course as well. O THE STRUGGLE
― some men enjoy the feeling of being owned (acoleuthic), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:42 (fourteen years ago)
ha! no, but my gf is and boy o boy have I f'd up.
― De que estas hablando? (Tannenbaum Schmidt), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:46 (fourteen years ago)
did u delete something, or is it unrelated?
― May be half naked, but knows a good headline when he sees it (darraghmac), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:49 (fourteen years ago)
Today I committed an act of dumbness too stupid and too completely what-the-hell-was-I-thinking unnecessary to admit to on the internet, but I felt like announcing it here in the hope that getting it out there will stop the constant loop of "well duh" currently echoing round my head
best wishes T. Schmidt
― atoms breaking heart (a passing spacecadet), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:53 (fourteen years ago)
hey i owned up about my haircut, less of this coy rubbish
― May be half naked, but knows a good headline when he sees it (darraghmac), Saturday, 29 May 2010 17:54 (fourteen years ago)