things…disturbing…unspeakable things… 
Accompany an ex-girlfriend whom I found crying in her drink at a bar on what would have been her honeymoon had her fiance not ditched her three days before the wedding.
The trip was booked, I had the time to take and I we were both drunk enough that I could talk her into taking the trip, only with me instead of him. Not halfway through the first day, I remembered all the annoying things she did to make me break up with her, but I played nice, and stuck it out for the team.
Boardroom. 'nuff said… 
:nods violently in recognition: What do kids do today - e-mail playlists?
I join the “get married” crew - and although I don’t regret it (was about to type ‘have never regretted it’ but there have been days) I still can’t help hearing in my head “So now I’m praying for the end of time, to hurry up and arrive…”
Screw around with a guy who I knew was of the pittable Nice Guy type and ended up hurting him really badly because I was in no way in love with him.
While I have no idea of what this description is about, I can say that I fully understand what lust can do to one, especially in the Bay Area. Many of the most negative things that have happened to me have been because of lust. “Metered verse?” HA! I wrote sonnnets! (Perhaps the same thing.) At least you didn’t get arrested.
I ran out into the rain, naked. And danced around. In a public park. I wanted to show him that I was this wonderful free spirit that he needed in his mundane life. He fell for it!
Drive 800 miles round trip every weekend for three months to be with a guy who’d dumped me almost a year earlier.
Yeah. sigh
This is true.
I did ask permission first.
Like I said, it’s a long story (maybe one for the Pit when I get some spare time, actually).
Well I’ve done more than my share of unprotected sex due to lust… :eek:
Masturbate.
I must take the fifth on this one…
Just about every stupid thing I’ve ever done in my life. One of which changed my life irrevocably for the worse.
I ditched my girlfriends on a cruise to get a rugburned back from a fine sommelier.
I know it’s too late, but I’ll know next time…to mix some water with the wine
Quit smoking.
Nine days so far, and counting.
Although not unusual, I’ve masturbated. That’s about as exotic as my acting-on-lust has gotten.
Well, I’ve let women make marks on me that took days to heal; I’ve driven through California’s sierra foothills on a motorcycle, in the winter, with snow approaching; I paid a woman’s $1000 phone bill; I’ve several times risked my livelihood, and once – more than that.
Of course, I thought I was doing it for love, but who the hell knows the difference anyway?
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Nametag, who perhaps ought to drink more and think less until this mood goes away
Married a woman who turned out to not care for sex all that much, then proceeded to screw anything in a skirt during the 20 years of marriage because of it. Yeah, I was a dog.
Yeah, but you haven’t lived until you’ve tried one of Gluttony’s Boston cream pies.
And Pride does a pretty tasty cherry cobbler.
The fallout is still in process, but it looks like I have killed a really cool 6-year friendship and probably torpedoed all respect given to me by this guy’s inner circle, too.
In short, I probably better not show my face around this group for a while. And by “for a while” I really mean “ever, ever again.”