psychoseks FTW
Yeah, for real... what is it about crazy chicks that makes them awesome in bed?
Lack of moral references or acceptations, which makes them more prone to things you won't talk about later, but are damn glad happened.
And don't forget the frequent lack of boundaries or inhibitions.
But remember that a couple or four months into the relationship, the REAL crazy will start to show. This is how you know it's time to leave, possibly fake your death, and move to another city. Because they WILL find you if you don't.
And if anyone doubts my ability to speak with authority on the subject of crazy ex-girlfriends, look at some of my earlier posts.
bard2dbone in the Chicks At Shows Thread said:Okay this pic traumatized me. It takes me way back to my single days. The girl getting her boob honked and the one in blue behind the one doing the honking both look disturbingly like exes of mine. The reason it's disturbing is that as I looked at the brunette in blue and thought "Wow. She looks just like Debbie." I realized she could very literally be Debbies daughter. The near-blonde in the gray who had a sore boob the next day looks a lot like another ex, Sheila. But not as much as the brunette did.
And if anyone remembers my posts about crazy ex-girlfriends: Yes both girls I just mentioned were on the scary crazy list.
edit: I see a lot of women who remind me somewhat of someone I dated back in the day. It's just strange to see two in the same pic. And one of those two doesn't just kind of look like her. And the trauma part was just feeling old when I realized the girl that brunette in the pic looked like is about 46 or 47 years old now. Damn 1986 was a long time ago.
Me again in the same thread said:No, man. I only got married the one time(to one of only two SANE girls I ever got with) Nearly sixteen years now.
But if you look at the pic you can probably get a pretty good guess as to why I let the crazy thing be only a minor concern until they'd get scary.
But they'd almost always get REAL scary after a while. Debbie once had a loud extended argument with a chair. I wish I could have heard the chairs side of the discussion, because based on her responses, it was making some pretty cogent points. Sheila once pulled a knife on me with serious intent of at least maiming me because of the way I tied my shoes. I don't remember if it was left-over-right or right-over-left that day. But she looked at my feet, screamed "You men are all alike!" and tried to take out my liver with a butcher knife.
Sadly, it's not a long step from 'Clearly, all the girls who are attracted to me are dangerously insane.' to 'Clearly, to be attracted to me, a girl must first be dangerously insane.' It's a little hard on the self image.
But the wild monkey circus sex would make it worth it, for the first few months anyway.
