HER SIDE OF THE STORY:

He was in an odd mood Saturday night. We planned to meet at a pub for a drink. I

spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my

fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much

about it. The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off

somewhere more intimate so we could talk a bit more privately. We went to this

restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started

to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I

wasn't really sure.

So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he

just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know

he didn't say it back or anything, this is really worrying me.

We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So I

tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV, and sat with a distant

look in his eyes that seemed to say it s all over between us.

Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he

joined me and to my surprise, he responded to my advances and we made love. But, he

still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I

just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really

think he's seeing someone else and that my life is a disaster.











HIS SIDE OF THE STORY:

England lost. Got a shag though.

A young man called John invited his mother over for dinner.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice
how handsome John's flatmate was. She had long been suspicious of a
relationship between the two, and this only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact,
she started to wonder if there was more between John and his flatmate
than met the eye.

Reading his Mum's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must
be thinking, but I assure you, Simon and I are just flatmates."

About a week later, Simon came to John saying, "Ever since your
mother came to dinner I've been unable to find the beautiful
silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her just to be sure", said John.

So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother,
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the gravy ladle from my house,
I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle,
but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were
here or dinner.

Love, John

Several days later John received an email from his Mother which
read:

Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Simon, and I'm not saying
that you 'do not' sleep with Simon, but the fact remains that
if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the f*@#ing
gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mum

Lesson of the day:
Don't Ever Lie to Your Mother!
(she always, ALWAYS finds out )