Guys, Christ! They could be such a pain in the ass sometimes! And yet so nice other times. Though I'd tried for most of my life, I knew I'd never unde...stand them. Never understand him. Things had been going so well, and now this. Our first fight, and over what? So stupid. I felt stupid. I got up and walked to my bedroom, unbuttoning my blouse as I went. Tossing my blouse on the bed, I took of my earrings and necklace then walked into the bathroom and washed my face. Drying my face with a thick. Maybe it is the feeling of tiny creature crawling on my hand, or the disgusting smell of rottenness and mould. Possibly, it is the pain. Never mind! It looks unbelievable that I can still breathe, feel, and see. This doesn't make me feel happy at all. Surely, I am going to die soon! I know that there is something wrong with me! Am I really dying? But I am just 27.I take a deep breath and try to chase the panic away. The thoughts scurry in my head. I am lying at the bottom of a deep well. I am. She did not know whether to try and tell him from the third hand information she had and decided against it."The important thing is that you're alive and not permanently damaged." It's still a bore but thank you for coming to see me. I gather Barbara told you." Yes, bless her heart." What about the children?"She started to tell him about the arrangements she had made but half way through, with a happy look on his face, he drifted off to sleep. Fiona smiled fondly and stayed just as she was. She. How come when..." until she finally decided to start on a subject that seemed to be the basis of all of his trouble. "Why do you treat the girls that you date as if they are some sort of throw away property?"I don't. See, that's the trouble. Girls just don't understand what guys need. Guys need to have sex a couple times a week or the stuff builds up in their bodies and creates all kinds of problems and discomfort and stress. Girls are the way for a guy to relieve that stress and solve those.