TeddyMorrissey
January 10, 2001, 12:20 PM
Dear Alison
Thank you for kind words of comfort. I carn't remember the last time a woman gave me a compliment of eny sort? My problem is that I find it hard to talk to women in the first place. But of course it makes it doubly hard enyway when all the women at a party are either married or living with....Of course you may or may not already know that I have a preference for the bigger female form. 16 18 in most cases. I for some unknown reason had a brainstorm in Birkenhead Shopping Centre at the beginning of December. A girl called Helen, who for noe reason or another I am occasionally in contact with, and by rights should be a distant and bad memory from Chritmas and New Year 1991, recieved a present off me. I stupidly went into Marks & Spencers and bought her a size 20 mid-range blue woman's top with zip breast pockets, costing £26. And a fur hat at £12. Now don't you just hate it when you do off the cuff things, as you know somwhere down the line,"you will live to regret this". I then decended on a friend whilst first buying a few sheets of giftwrap. Before you ask I can wrap presents, it just takes me longer than it really should and I wanted to deliver these presents before midnight. Onec done, my friend (Andy) made me a coffee and we discussed what the hell he thought I was doing getting involved with her again, or even considering buying "That dozey Cow" a present in the first place. I said as usual, and as he was fully aware, I was mad. Mad to still have feelings for someone who only calls me when she's feeling depressed, when she feels happy, Iim so far from her mind......tat tar.....tat tar....tat tar...you know how the song goes. Well of course I then left Andy's and went over to Helen's. Now Iim the sort of person who for noe reason or another hates trying to justify their actions over and over again. So to avoid conflict I rang her doorbell for what seemed like forever, until I saw the telltale sign of the hall light going on through the frosted glass doorpanel, and then walked away. Yes walked off,........yer I know I know. Enyway, ten minutes later I was home, and their was a message on my answerphone. Yeah it was her. Crying that she never wanted a present off me, she never expected to hear from me again, and worse of all she was going to parcel the presents up and send them back to me - how callous can you get. I was livid. She phoned back, and of course I was their to pick it up. I informed her that if she felt that way, she should save on the postage and chuck said items in the bin. As if she sent them back they would go in mine. To throw a present back in someone's face, whatever the sitation, was tantermount to hanging in my belief. I slammed the reciever down. Enyway the upshot was in the end, that she would keep the presents, and she would like to thank me personally by inviting me round one evening. Not that evening, as Coronation Street was about to start and after Eastenders it was Casterways. Apologies to our American veiwers who at this juncture are thinking a foreign language has taken hold. How can I put this Coronation Street and Eastenders are Cult Tv, like Dallas and Falcon Crest....over the pond there. Who the hell ever watched that, or
remembers it, apart from me who hated them but unfortunatley does remember them. Enyway, I am still waiting for that invite. And we have had a few arguments since, over her social diary and availablity. I did however, just before the festive season took a hold, recieve a WH Smith £10 gift voucher from her. I think the guilt of not planning to get me enything for Chritmas loomed large, and she was compelled to rectify this. Did you ever get the feeling buying someone a prestent would later become a likely a mistake? Never buy a size 20 garment for someone who is a size "16 or 18 depending on the cut of the cloth".She later in a phone message say she liked the garment, and it fitted her nicely. But I think she was feeling guilt over saying she'd post them back, and was being too nice.
I think it's sad when two people who have known eachother for nearly ten years carn't spend a little time together at Crembo. Although Helen, is I suppose, famous for her empty promises. But they are other stories.
Regards one and all.
TeddyMorrissey.
Thank you for kind words of comfort. I carn't remember the last time a woman gave me a compliment of eny sort? My problem is that I find it hard to talk to women in the first place. But of course it makes it doubly hard enyway when all the women at a party are either married or living with....Of course you may or may not already know that I have a preference for the bigger female form. 16 18 in most cases. I for some unknown reason had a brainstorm in Birkenhead Shopping Centre at the beginning of December. A girl called Helen, who for noe reason or another I am occasionally in contact with, and by rights should be a distant and bad memory from Chritmas and New Year 1991, recieved a present off me. I stupidly went into Marks & Spencers and bought her a size 20 mid-range blue woman's top with zip breast pockets, costing £26. And a fur hat at £12. Now don't you just hate it when you do off the cuff things, as you know somwhere down the line,"you will live to regret this". I then decended on a friend whilst first buying a few sheets of giftwrap. Before you ask I can wrap presents, it just takes me longer than it really should and I wanted to deliver these presents before midnight. Onec done, my friend (Andy) made me a coffee and we discussed what the hell he thought I was doing getting involved with her again, or even considering buying "That dozey Cow" a present in the first place. I said as usual, and as he was fully aware, I was mad. Mad to still have feelings for someone who only calls me when she's feeling depressed, when she feels happy, Iim so far from her mind......tat tar.....tat tar....tat tar...you know how the song goes. Well of course I then left Andy's and went over to Helen's. Now Iim the sort of person who for noe reason or another hates trying to justify their actions over and over again. So to avoid conflict I rang her doorbell for what seemed like forever, until I saw the telltale sign of the hall light going on through the frosted glass doorpanel, and then walked away. Yes walked off,........yer I know I know. Enyway, ten minutes later I was home, and their was a message on my answerphone. Yeah it was her. Crying that she never wanted a present off me, she never expected to hear from me again, and worse of all she was going to parcel the presents up and send them back to me - how callous can you get. I was livid. She phoned back, and of course I was their to pick it up. I informed her that if she felt that way, she should save on the postage and chuck said items in the bin. As if she sent them back they would go in mine. To throw a present back in someone's face, whatever the sitation, was tantermount to hanging in my belief. I slammed the reciever down. Enyway the upshot was in the end, that she would keep the presents, and she would like to thank me personally by inviting me round one evening. Not that evening, as Coronation Street was about to start and after Eastenders it was Casterways. Apologies to our American veiwers who at this juncture are thinking a foreign language has taken hold. How can I put this Coronation Street and Eastenders are Cult Tv, like Dallas and Falcon Crest....over the pond there. Who the hell ever watched that, or
remembers it, apart from me who hated them but unfortunatley does remember them. Enyway, I am still waiting for that invite. And we have had a few arguments since, over her social diary and availablity. I did however, just before the festive season took a hold, recieve a WH Smith £10 gift voucher from her. I think the guilt of not planning to get me enything for Chritmas loomed large, and she was compelled to rectify this. Did you ever get the feeling buying someone a prestent would later become a likely a mistake? Never buy a size 20 garment for someone who is a size "16 or 18 depending on the cut of the cloth".She later in a phone message say she liked the garment, and it fitted her nicely. But I think she was feeling guilt over saying she'd post them back, and was being too nice.
I think it's sad when two people who have known eachother for nearly ten years carn't spend a little time together at Crembo. Although Helen, is I suppose, famous for her empty promises. But they are other stories.
Regards one and all.
TeddyMorrissey.