Yes I don't seem to have much luck with women mate, all I seem to get are a motley assortment of nuts and sluts, slags and bags.(sniffle)
Nearest I ever came to settling down was about 9 years ago with Kathleen, she was a divorcee and lived with her 18-year-old son in a nice house up in Leicester.
She used to invite me over for a meal about twice a week and we all got on great for about 6 months, but before I could suggest sex or moving into her spare room I blew it.
What happened was that she'd undercooked the bacon one evening and it was like chewing a piece of rubber, and after 20 minutes I still couldn't swallow it, so when she wasn't looking I slung it behind the settee for her cat but it wouldn't touch it.
I meant to pick it up later before she found it but I completely forgot, and she must have found it next day. She never said anything but she was very cool towards me after that.
Something else happened a week or two later when I was sleeping on her settee overnight and needed to take a crap gone midnight, so I crept quietly upstairs to the toilet to avoid waking her and her son, but nothing would come out except a series of loud raspberries, (that always happens if you're trying to sh*t quiet), so I crept back downstairs and into her back yard and perched on her fence and dumped it in her dustbin..
A passing cat spotted me up there and bolted in fear, and I went back to the settee to kip.
I don't know if she saw anything odd in her bin next day, but she hardly spoke to me after that.
Later, she phoned me to ask if I wanted to buy her son's computer but when I told her it wasn't up to spec she went ballistic and yelled down the phone "You're not a very nice man and I don't want to talk to you ever again!", and hung up on me.
I never saw her again, I moved to Plymouth soon after and the last I heard her son had gone backpacking round the world and she was bedridden and alone waiting for a hip replacement.
Sorry missus, you had your chance with me and let me slip through your fingers..
