...That Scene in 'Fight Club'

Greetings from a decidedly punch-drunk NoozeHound.

It is a cruel irony of 'married' life that a woman dresses and makes herself up at her most sexily dresssed to spend all day with other people. As soon as she is out of work, it's slip into somehting more comfortable.

The woman looks ravishing for her prospective 'new man' in the office, but then dresses down at home. The male partner never gets to enjoy the woman looking 'office hot' unless they work together - fuck it.  Yes, they work together.

She looked 'office-hot' this morning. I commented on her getting a wear from her shoes (a pair she had bought for a party and thought she'd never wear again), she went silent.  The inferrence was definitely "I've had good use of these shoes now."

I would imagine the satisfaction of additional useage of footwear was probably not celebrated.

See, this is what I mean. I'm re-enacting that scene when we get to watch the CCTV footgae of the fight towards the end of the film - the one where we watch Norton punch himself in the face.

God! I am so FUCKING STUPID! - Smack!

"No, I don't think it's that ' - referrign back to a conversation about a man spending money on a sports car. I made the small penis connection. THUNK!

How stupid - how would she knew the size of the man's cock who is buying the sports car.

TWACK! SPLATT!!

We had a neutral but infromative communication by email. I told her off after a rather demanding phone call.

She didn't respond to any of the emails. I feel more lost than ever.
Close to tears. Again. 

I showed a friend her picture - she said "Ahh, she's beautiful. I can't hate her now."

"I can't live, with or without you."

I just went to the loo. I try to keep myself occupied.

I was suddenly thrust back several weeks, to a clothes store, where 'Then Mrs NoozeHound'  asked me to go shopping with her - I was trying to make us work, so was unusually happy to comply.

I was just washing my hands after the toilet when that image smashed into my face.

"I need a new overnight bag, come and help me get one."

 - She was buying it so she could turn up at his hotel carrying a fancy bag.

What a fool I was. Isn't that just perverse and spiteful? She could have made me pay for it I suppose. That's the only way it could be worse though.

Welcome to the disappointment.