We were asked to our neighbours for a party. Neither of us were bothered. But decided to pop in for 1/2 hour.
Jesus Christ, the woman is off her rocker mental. I mean MENTAL. When we arrived she was practically licking my face ïŋ―ïŋ―
Then within 20 minutes she was crying about leaving her husband to live with the bloke who she's living with.
Then she she grabbed on to me about talking to her fella, apparently I was flirting.
At at this point, we left. But not before she shouted about the bloke she lives with beating her & being a beast, blah blah blah.
I said to Dan, I know I can be a bit hard work when I'm hormonal. But bloody hell.