tarantella64 wrote:
8) oddly enough this was the song a friend and I used to sing making fun of my boyfriend (and her ex-boyfriend)...he was indeed a boy from NYC, tall, rich, willing and able to throw (his father's) money around on women, did not have a flash car but had a friend with a flash car (and very uncomfortable it was, too)...also his own mother described him as a pathological liar, and he was headache-inducingly closeted, also arrested on felony charges, also on his way to throwing away his daddy's fortune. I didn't marry him, thought it'd be a bad match. (That was before the felony charges.)
I can't remember the lyrics we made up...something to do with his utter unreliability. Excellent song though.
eta: no mohair suits, but hella fine wardrobe anyhow, and I'm sure it was his everlasting regret that he hadn't a duelling scar. Super dancer. Will one day inherit a very beautiful apartment.
All that yet he was your boyfriend

, and you are not gonna convince me that you didn't see what kind of richy boy he was in the first phase of dating, before you took the decision to become his girlfriend. Yes, I dated women who turned out to be such total jerks but none ever reached the girlfriend level.
Whoa! tarantella, you were a perfect stereotype example of a woman who liked to date jerks (
real jerks). Either that, or you liked him for his height and riches, another stereotypical accusation

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