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MINI THREAD: This is the story of how I, in 2005, got dumped while dressed as Daisy Duke.
On my second day of university, September 2003, Howard and I admitted we "liked" each other and had a right kiss of it. We& #39;d known each other since we were kids and were now at the same uni. BOOM! Going out with each other.
Cut to: 2 years later. Howard& #39;s flatmate Dennis (?) (was it Dennis?) took Howard on a night out to a Pimps and Hoes club night coz #patriarchy. The girls were dressed "like hoes" and Howard wanted to have it off with them but couldn& #39;t coz of me. I know this coz: he told me.
We had what I will describe as "a row" about this and Howard laughed at me for being a prude and said he couldn& #39;t help it if he wanted to have sex with other women. He tried to break up with me there and then and I was like "PLEASE DON& #39;T" coz I am amazing.
In desperation I found out that in 4 days there was another club night, a Dukes of Hazard one! So I said to Howard "come to mine on that night and we& #39;ll go to that and I& #39;ll be so fun and sexy omg". He reluctantly said OK. You see where this is going.
Cut to: the night. I was FULLY dressed as Daisy Duke, I was so ready to WOW Howard and stop him wanting to have it off with other girls.
He arrived and broke up with me properly. At one point I showed him the tickets to the club night THEY WERE IN MY HAND I am amazing.
He arrived and broke up with me properly. At one point I showed him the tickets to the club night THEY WERE IN MY HAND I am amazing.
So I was devastated and my flatmates comforted me WHILE I WAS DRESSED AS DAISY DUKE. Hair in plaits, hot pants, the lot.
2 weeks later Howard showed up again, all sad and shuffly-feet. Turns out he& #39;d gone to da club all single and that a couple of times and just thought about me. So I got back with him IMMEDIATELY and we went out for: 7 more years. Happy Birthday, Howard (it is his birthday today).
