The Ex Factor.

Something Slim Lindy-http://slimlindyk.blogspot.com/ and Sexy Beauty-http://pulcinella191.blogspot.com/ said over the last day or so about ex-boyfriends got me thinking and indeed laughing.
When you think about people you used to date, what goes through your head?
Disbelief is usually mine. What was I thinking?
I had one boyfriend who, in the middle of a blazing row, ( he didn't like that I was going out with my friends that night, I didn't like what being told what to do) turned and put his fist through a door.
I, being of fairly sound mind, thought, 'er, you're nuts and I don't want to go out with you any more'.
I decided I'd better skedaddle. I grabbed my hand bag, flounced out of his house, got in my car and drove off.
I had not even reached the end of his road when I heard a roar. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw him- red faced, with his fist bleeding- come running down his drive and begin to chase after the car.
Now, to leave that estate there was a turn onto another secondary road which was always fairly busy no matter what time of the day. So I couldn't just pull out as there were cars coming.

It was like a terrible film, every time I glanced in the mirror he was closer. I remember sitting there going 'Come on, come on.'
He was nearly to the back of the car before I spotted a break in the traffic.I put my foot to the floor and slewed around the corner.
I heard him screaming. So I rolled the window down.
'You better stop that fucking car you fucking bitch! I'm warning you! You better fucking stop!'
He chased the car for about one hundred metres like a rabid Jack Russell until finally it dawned on him that A) I wasn't about to stop the 'fucking car' and B) he didn't have magical powers that could make him run as fast as the Six Million Dollar man, no matter how much of a super hero he thought he was.
And I did go out that night, and I had a ball.