sometimes romantic can be just looking after a person
i remember once my boyfriend and i went to a posh country party where there was a band a violinist etc platters, nibblies, wine and it was a fancy shindig
anyway we went into his old mates caravan and smokes moldy purple heads (pot)
needless to say my boyfriend was allergic to penicilin and he had been drinking and eating, we left the caravan and he said he was going to the loo
i waited 10 minutes and knew something was wrong
walked up to the single toilet in the place and there was a queue
luckily the owners had not arrived home yet and only the caravaners at the party were there doing there own thing around the property and mingling
i tried to open the toilet door and couldnt
i told everybody the toilet was out of service and had to be fixed so told them to find the bush (we were surrounded by bush and water)
anyway when the left i thought to get in the door and there was my boyfriend
pale as a ghost he has shit in the toilet and threw up on the floor at the same time and his legs were keeping the door shut while he passed out in that position
it wasnt to much mould but enough to make him sick so i race around the house looking for toilet paper, clean his spew at his feet, wiped his ass , dressed him and looked for the other guy who also was passed out in the caravan so looked for the other caravan owner and told him we needed to know where our beds were and he showed me, so then still telling eveyone the toilet needed fixing while no-body was around i had to convince him and carry him to the bed, was proud he made it to the bed..
then i sprayed the toilet with deoderant
went back outside and mingled and told eveyone who ask if the toilet was working i had to say it all good now, slow country people had no idea
but everyone was out of it though lol
meanwhile he slept it off
now instead of leaving for someone else to do, i did that because i cared
and he has that story to keep to himself
but we broke up
i left him
was a jerk in the end too selfish
