ok.. well last w.e i was at my best friends/ex-boyfriends (hes her
brother) place and we were all drinking and having an awesome time...
of course all night long i was thnking god i hope no one gets s*
tonight... well wot happens? i walk into my ex's room to put my shoes
up there and theres this chick called meg passed out on his bed in a
MASSIVE PILE OF YOU KNOW WOT.... it is a double bed and it covered the
whole width... the strange thing is i didnt freak out as i was pretty
drunk... i just yelled out for some help to get meg out of there into
the bath and i started pulling off the sheets covered in v*!!!! this is
a massive triumph for me!! if i was sober i never wud hav been able to
handle that... i wud hav had my usual panick attack, run shake hide and
cry.. but i was fine... so that was my triumph just had to tel yal...
pitty these sorts of triumphs dont cure us tho, because the next day i
was hanging out my ex's sheets for him and there were stil lil dry bits
of you know wot on them and i freaked and gagged and ran to get his sis
to do it for me.. luckily she knows all about my phobia and is very
understanding... but yer.. just goes to show 'exposure therapy' such as
this doesnt help all of us!![img]smileys/smilies_06.gif[/img]
anyone else had this kind of 'i dont care' when theyre drunk around v*?
usually i cant handle it even if i am drunk but this time i cud, i
guess cos i felt so sorry for meg and also for my ex who had v* all
over his bed!! <!--
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