Relationships And Sex: Drugged To Legend

I left off yesterday with the tale of Louise and how I was led on and left heartbroken. That wasn't quite the end of that story though.

The final chapter of that situation ended up with a very short spell in Warrington A&E and it was certainly not through my doing that I ended up there

I was sat in the White Hart pub one afternoon having a few bevvies and who should walk in but Louise. Somehow we ended up chatting and I invited myself to WA1 afterwards. I wanted answers from her. it turned out I'd get a not so subtle hint that I should stay the hell away from her and wipe her from my memory.

She bought me a bottle of beer when we first got in to WA1 and I wandered off, looking for folk who I knew. It wasn't long before I started to feel a bit weird and off I toddled outside. I unlocked by bike and I was sat on it on the road, just opposite the entrance of the club. That's when things got really freaky.

I just sat there staring at a parked car, then my brain started telling me that when a car came round the corner, I'd point my bike straight towards it and pedal as fast as I could. Headfuck or what?

Luckily, the entire time I was sat there thinking that, not a single car showed up. I then when and sat on a wall, with my bike leaning against me. Next think I know there's a paramedic carrying me into an ambulance. I later found out that I'd sat down on the wall 45 minutes before I was carried into the ambulance. I didn't have the foggiest what was going on though and off I went to hospital.

I was sat in the waiting room and eventually my number was called and in I went to the triage nurse. She asked me what I was there for and the only answer I could give her was "I have no idea. I didn't call an ambulance and I have no idea why I was brought here".

At this point I was fully back to normal and was quickly released. in fact, I had a bit more energy than normal and actually ran the mile or so back to the club to find out what the hell had happened.

The pub's cleaner, who had called the ambulance, and the doorman were both stood at the front door and were stunned when they saw me not just approach, but run up to them. it then seemed to become clear to the doorman what had happened. he'd seen it before and he suggested that it was the effects of the date-rape drug; GHB.

Now there was only 3 people who had had access to my drinks that night. Myself, Louise and the bloke who had accompanied her to the club. now the drink in the club was put in front of her, then he passed it to me. I'm still not 100% sure anything was put into my drink and I certainly can't be sure which one of them did it, if it was done at all. That incident had the desired effect though. I never had anything to do with her again.

I fell in love with one more person after that and obviously, that didn't work out either. In fact, I have no contact with this one anymore and I'll be telling you the whole story, from start to finish.

Her name was Jade. I met her not long after moving back up here and like the previous girls I had fallen for, she had looks that were only beaten by her personality. She wasn't always like that. She was quite troubled at first to be honest, taking drugs, aswell as getting into trouble with blokes.

At some point, after losing touch with her, I found she was visiting my next door neighbour a lot, who happened to be her best friend from work and we started talking. She'd had an abortion only days before and it hit her, physically and mentally. I did what I always do and put my issues aside to offer her a helping hand, to listen to her problems and give her advice.

We saw more and more of each other and the inevitable feelings started soon afterwards. Well, they did for me, not so much for her. In fact, she had no idea of my feelings for her. I pushed them aside because I was her support network. i pushed a lot of things aside so I could be there for her and it wasn't doing me any good at all.

My feelings got deeper and deeper though and it came to a point where I could no longer look at her pictures on Facebook because it would get my heart rate going and would then send me into a deep depression because I couldn't have her.

Then she got a new boyfriend and disappeared from my life entirely. There was barely any contact at all and eventually I deleted her from Facebook and thought that was the end of it. I'd still look at her pictures mind and start to pine for her. I wanted to make her happy.

Then suddenly she appeared next door again and she had news. She was pregnant with her boyfriend's baby. This one she was going to keep because this bloke was 'Mr Right'. Turns out this bloke was 'Mr Complete and utter prick'. He messed with her head completely. He was seriously running her down and it got to such a point that I had to put her in touch with the mental health team who were helping me. She hated what he was doing to her, but she wouldn't dump him. Because he was the father of her unborn child.

She was at mine almost daily. I put my own recovery on hold to make sure she had the help and support she needed.

Eventually, with my help, she came to the conclusion that he was a dickhead and she was better off raising the child alone. Almost instantly her mental health improved. She was happy, she was looking forward to being a mummy and yes, I secretly hoped she want me to play a part in her life. but I always put her first and kept my feelings to myself.

I helped her move into her new house and even offered my labouring services, but she would always say she had someone else lined up to help.

Then contact with her started to dwindle. So much so, that even after telling her I'd be sat in the waiting room while she delivered, I didn't even find out the baby had been born until after the event after she had posted it on her Facebook. She also posted a picture of her newborn son with none other than the father. This man had driven her to thoughts of suicide during the pregnancy, but now she was letting him back into her life.

Then her relationship status changed.

I was fucking livid and it got worse still. All contact from her dried up. I didn't actually hear from her after the birth and still haven't to this day. After all that time I spent being there for her. After all the times I had put my own recovery on hold to make sure she was ok. After all the progress we had made in getting her mind back on track so she could be happy. After all that, she gets back with him, then forgets about me.

Two days after her relationship status changed, she was declaring her love for him again in statuses and I had had enough. She was deleted again. This time though, I didn't go back. I've not even searched for her on there, never mind looked at how she is getting on. I saw her once or twice next door and I know she saw me. She never once tried to make contact though and since her friends have recently moved out, it's unlikely she'll ever visit next door again.

Men are arseholes. I'll be the first to admit that. But with men, we just straight out treat you like shit. Women on the other hand......they fuck with men's heads. they can do more damage to one bloke than 100 blokes can do to all of their women combined.

It wasn't all bad though. There was some great relationships, some cracking one night stands and some very handy 'fuck buddies'.

There is one that stands out though, above all the rest and that came on my 22nd birthday weekend. What a birthday that was.

It had all started on the Thursday night. one of my ex girlfriends from my Northampton days was coming up for the weekend. We'd spent a few weekends together over the years and this was supposed to be one of those.

Somewhere between midnight and 3am, she had gone from looking forward to seeing me to not coming up at all. She'd done this before. She was always making promises she wasn't going to keep and it had annoyed the hell out of me.

I'd already bought beer for my party and I hit it straight away after that. I wasn't going to let her ruin my birthday. then came the party itself.

The first arrivals were Hollie, Paul, Sarah and my recently ex-girlfriend Sara. The girls seemed to be determined to make me horny on my birthday and there was soon a lot of fondling in the back yard. Paul looked so lonely stood at the back wall and I quietly suggested that Sarah should go and pay him some attention, which she was happy to oblige. That left me with Sara and Hollie, the former, still having feelings for me and was quite happily giving me plenty of attention.

Then the night got even better. The arrival of Lyndsey (yes, the Lyndsey who is my fellow mental, and probably going to kill me for putting this part in my blog) and her boyfriend, my arch enemy, Scouse Chris.

He wasn't Scouse, he was from Cadishead, but that just proved he was a bit of a tit. He was a complete tool. he used women and verbally abused them. He fucked with their heads and made them feel bad about themselves. He made a critical error that night though. An error that would give me one hell of a birthday present.

See, I'd taken a liking to Lyndsey and I knew the feeling was mutual. We shared a common bond in the mental health problems we had and she was able to open up to me. Chris didn't realise this of course. Lyndsey was just there for his amusement and sexual gratification. He made a mistake though and I took it with open arms.

As soon as he walked in and saw the free-for-all groping session that was going on, he decided he wanted in on it. More specifically, he wanted a bit of Sara. he hadn't let a small thing like me being her boyfriend stand in the way of him trying to make a move, so now she was single, he thought he'd try again. He announced to us that Lyndsey and himself were not a couple for that night and anything goes. He didn't give Lyndsey a choice in the matter, but he'd soon come to regret that.

Lyndsey and me soon took advantage of her freedom and we were kissing like long lost lovers out in the hallway whenever we got the chance. Then after the mother arrived home, we all took it upstairs. Hollie was groping Lyndsey, I was happy to watch, Paul and Sarah were getting it on and Chris was failing at getting Sara's attention, which was flicking between me and Lyndsey being abused in the best way.

Finally, I got time alone with Lyndsey, in the most romantic of places; our bathroom. That was disturbed by the arrival of some more guests though and this is where it got interesting.

Chris joined Sara on a trip to the kebab house round the corner and he apparently made his intentions towards Chris clear. I'm not going to repeat what Sara said, but I will say that that Chris returned with an announcement that him and Lyndsey were 'back together' again.

Lyndsey decided to ignore him, as did I.

Now don't judge either of us at this point. What happened next actually helped Lyndsey breakaway from Chris, helped her return to a normal life. Neither of us regret what happened.

So we were back to the kissing and heavy petting, but only when Chris wasn't about. Eventually we just went upstairs, announcing we were going to bed and not caring what people thought about us going together.

Yes, we did the nasty. However, every 15 minutes or so, we were interrupted by Hollie, who kept coming in, complaining that Sara wanted to go to bed. On the third interruption, I snapped and told her to send Sara up and then leave us alone. Little did I know how awesome that innocent rant would turn out.

2 minutes later and Sara entered the room, with Lyndsey and me going at it. I was buggered if I was going to stop then, I was enjoying it. Then Sara came over to the bed.

Now Lyndsey still denies this happening, but the first move was made by her, who moved to kiss Sara. then it all got fun and to top it all off, Chris was downstairs, asleep, drunk and blissfully unaware of what was going on. He had arrived with Lyndsey, tried to get into Sara's pants and they both ended up in bed with me....at the same time....together.

Needless to say, Lyndsey soon had the confidence to dump Chris and she's improved massively since then. Lyndsey is now my best friend and we've both helped either other get on the ladder back to good mental health.

On the other hand, Chris is now dating a girl who is barely 16 and almost certainly doesn't know any better. Just his cup of tea.

Well folks, that's your lot with my relationships and sex life. As it stands, I've been single since 2008 and I've only had 2 sexual partners in that time aswell. I'm a good boy now.