When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend with big tits. When I was 16, I got a girlfriend with big tits, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with zest for life. In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability. When I was 25, I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement. When I was 28, I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition. When I turned 30, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground, so I married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned. I am older and wiser now, and I am looking for a girl with big tits.
The Perils of Dave sounds a lot like the book i have been writing about my rather odd best mate called Trev.
Sorry Dave, you're fucked mate. I'm already married to the mad impetuous, kind, considerate, loving, loyal, generous and sex mad bird with the reasonably sized tits that we all fantasise about. On top of that she's half deaf and near-sighted so she don't realise how bad I am.
I just can't imagine where Dave is gone find his doppelganger and then a woman that will take them both on.
