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War Story sharing time. Who is the Craziest Woman you have ever dated? I’ll start off feel free to share the crazy ones especially if you ended up marrying her.
It was in college and she was the daughter of a baptist teacher. Talk about repressed sexuality by the time we broke up the people she had sex with enough men while we were dating. At least 2 I can recount. She would try to hit me and manipulate me when she would not get her way. She would get p~~~ed that I would smoke while I was talking to her and even yelled out I had a small dick at my birthday party. Which it isn’t but looking back she was lose. Her vagina could not grip it all in the beginning and that should have been a huge red flag. She even admitted she was the freshmen slut who had slept with the senior quarterback. She got p~~~ed when I got her a piece of chocalte in the shape of a cross even though she was christain or at least pretended to be. Man was I blue pill in so many ways. But at the same time we spent a whole month f~~~ing like rabbits and I was proudly a dick to her at times. Let’s just say I did it all for the nookie. It was truly a roller coaster of epic proportions. A year later she was pregnant and getting married. God bless that mans soul.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything
All of my ex’s are crazy! lol
The winner though is my first long term in my early to mid 20s, who I ended up living with for 8 months.
Aside from her high maintenance, eating disorder, drama and lack of intelligence, one story takes the prize for me: she encouraged me to hit her. And no, it was not some kind of kinky role play.
I remember us getting in an argument. I don’t remember the reason for the argument because it was 15 years ago. With that said, I was likely p~~~ed off with her for being completely unreliable and acting like a five year old.
In eny event, once we started arguing, she got right in my face, and with total conviction and the eyes of the exorcist, started screaming at me to hit her. She said it over and over: hit me, hit me, hit me…
I had no desire to hit her, so I tried to distance myself from her, but she chased me and continued to say it with her face as close to mine as possible.
At the time, I had no idea what the f~~~ was going on, but I had enough sense to get the f~~~ out of there, and I went to a friend’s house. I was pretty disturbed by the whole ordeal.
Nowadays, I know exactly what she was trying do. She wanted a black eye so she could run to her family/friends, play the innocent victim and make me out to be the big bad boyfriend. Likely call the police and get me charged too.
Interesting how they “love”, isn’t it?
My last relationship went on for a few years. She was in her early twenties, drop dead gorgeous, and we were going through university. Amazing sex and lots of intellectual conversation. But she was a monstrous control freak, and detested that other women existed, and abhorred the thought that I might be attracted to them. She limited my friends, where I went, and questioned me relentlessly about every detail of my day in order to “discover” if I had “an impure thought”. Virtually every day would end in a fight, with her claiming I was an objectifying pig – usually triggered because we drove by a billboard with a bikini babe on it or I was unfortunate enough to be in the room when the TV was on (she would not let me watch TV unsupervised).
One day my brother contracted a virus while travelling and it viscously attacked his immune system. I visited him in the hospital as the doctors struggled to figure out was was wrong and stabilize him. He was in critical condition and it was every bit as serious and brutal as a car accident. Her first question was “How is your brother?”. Her second question was “Did you see any pretty nurses while you were there?”.
She was So F~~~ed Up, a complete narcissist, and would had _never_ been happy unless she was the last woman on earth (and even then I have my doubts).
Why did I stay for so long? I thought I loved her, and I _knew_ that she could trust me, so I figured given enough time she would eventually come around.
It almost killed me. That was nearly ten years ago. Now I am FREE and will NEVER let a woman control me again in _any_ way.
Stalkers: Waiting at your car when you get off work. Various other places.
Snitches: Threatening to call 911 because I was “verbally assaulting” her. Had to yank the phone cord on that bitch. Telling everyone “I don’t do nothing so he must be rich!” to strangers.
Bitches: Been slapped by two different women. Trying to get a reaction from me. I laughed.
Woman trying to get addicted to pills to grab my attention with their depression. Do I run a rehab?
THEY ALL CRAZY!
Mine is easy and she gets a pass. Why you may ask. Well to make it short. All of the women in my life have been at least a 4 crazy on the 1-to-10 scale. The one I am talking about is a 10.
The reason she gets a pass is because she was the only person that could help me though my hardest times. I still kicked her out of my life because I do not put up with crazy and she understood that and respected me for it.
I met her when I was living alone in a hotel. I was in the hotel because of grief; I lost my lady to cancer. She looked in my eyes and saw that I was in pain and consoled me. Note: my lady was a recovering ****** and felt sorry for all of the damage that she did; and moreover did a great job of providing utility in my life until the day she died. (That is a must if you have any women in your life.)
The crazy girl saw my pain without me talking about it. I was not a white knight to her; rather a person that pointed out her bad behavior.
In the end I told her: There is the door and she left. That being noted she did not steal or hurt me but I could not live in the blue pill world.
Much more about the story but I do not like to ramble.
When I was 19. So you have to understand. Blue pill. Red pill. I was getting laid regular and inventively and didn’t understand women at all.
I was stationed at Ft. Sam Houston, San Antonio, TX. I was dating this hawt Italian girl. She was crazy and sexually adventurous.
One night an instructor (totally against regulation) threw a toga party (it was 1986) and invited several trainees. I brought my girl friend and the fun and drinking ensued. This huge, muscle-bound guy got so drunk that he passed out. Then we drew funny runes all over his face and body like from the movie Conan.
Turned out that before he passed out, this hawt Italian chick blew him, his best friend, and the instructor, then f~~~ed me as I was passing out on a bedroom floor. The I banged her again the next morning in the shower before leaving the instructors house.
I found out about this because the Conan dude asked me how his, and other two guys’ dicks tasted during dinner chow the next day.
Wait. I gets better. While she was engaged to an instructor. She blew me in the hallway of our barracks.
The funny thing was that I remember seeing him on Fox News around 2004 being interviewed because he had killed three men in hand-to-hand combat.
I don’t know how crazy she was but this makes for one hell of a story.
Correction. It was 2003, Afghanistan.
"I asked you a question. I didn't ask you to repeat what the voices in you head are telling you" ~ Me. ........Yes I'm still angry.
Anonymous18Recent ex who said things like:
-Obviously I will HAVE to keep my legs closed if you are going to marry me (it was meant for other random men)
-After she admitted to f~~~ing a guy previous night she said “I thought of you when dropping the kids to daycare in the morning”. She was a single mother. That I will remember till I die. To say I was a blue pill mangina is an understatement.
-She wrote a guys name on her fridge clipboard followed by 8pm (as a sort of reminder) for me to see that. Later realized she was f~~~ing him. I read somewhere if you don’t want someone to believe something tell them the truth.
-Insisted I read her personal journal entries.
-During sexting “I don’t care about sex I just wanna get f~~~ed” and “His {younger son} daycare called. He’s sick I have to pick him up. Good thing I wasn’t getting f~~~ed an hour away in my van”.
-“I am not a whore you think I am”
-On first date I ask “So what happened to the kids dad?”. Sitting back calm, sipping her coffee ” He killed himself”. When? “2 months ago”
-Used to scream so loud during sex I tried hard to not lose my boner thinking about what her kids can hear next door. “Is daddy back?”
-Would get up and leave bedroom fully naked to take one of the kids to bathroom in middle of night
-Her 6 year old said “Mommy I love you but I want to kill you”. And he drew his father’s casket being lowered in grave. Didn’t faze her one bit.
-I bought one of her kids a toy. She tells me later “I am p~~~ed you didn’t buy him (the other kid) something too”
-When told her the risks involved of getting stuck paying child support to kids that aren’t mine. She goes “only a problem if you umm make like 40 grand a year”
My top pick ended up in a mental institution. Think the Clint Eastwood movie Play Misty for Me.
Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?
Got to say all mine were crazy by degrees. But one degree is always enough.
Thankfully I’ve always had good reactions, physical and mental. I never gave a woman a second chance after a nutcase episode. Just walked. The only one who kept herself together for a good while was the one who came off the pill to get herself pregnant. No second chance there either.
Edit: ooh I do remember one f~~~ing lunatic from about 20 years ago. We went for a day out along the coast one Sunday, and I made her go dutch, cos I ain’t f~~~ing stupid and I wanted to see her reaction. I didn’t hear from her rest of the week, and saw her again the following weekend in the same bar we’d met. I didn’t say anything to her so she came over and started shouting the place down, saying I was disgusting for making her go dutch and that I was s~~~ in bed. We never even f~~~ed lmao.
I just laughed at her and walked away.
"This happens every time one of these floozies starts poontangin' around with those show folk fags. - Sheriff Buford T. Justice"
One of my very hard earned life lessons is this: If she is very pretty, single, smart, quick witted, funny, seems to like you, and you wonder why she got past age 30 without getting married. Then, the answer is that she is crazy, crazy, crazy, but smart and quick witted enough to hide it until she has set the hook and landed you into the boat.
Society asks MGTOWs: Why are you not making more tax-slaves?
One of my very hard earned life lessons is this: If she is very pretty, single, smart, quick witted, funny, seems to like you, and you wonder why she got past age 30 without getting married. Then, the answer is that she is crazy, crazy, crazy, but smart and quick witted enough to hide it until she has set the hook and landed you into the boat.
Very true!
Got done f~~~ing like rabid rabbits with this one woman and after a shower she put her engagement ring back on. I didn’t give her the ring. She just likes to take it off when she was riding the c~~~ carousel.
It is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion, it is by the beans of Java that thoughts acquire speed, the hands acquire shaking, the shaking becomes a warning; it is by caffeine alone I set my mind in motion.
controlling bitch (now ex) finally and exasperatedly laid down after stripping naked to f~~~ me when i asked if she was on the pill. bitch said ” no, it interferes with my medication.”
turns out she had gotten out of the psychiatric hospital nearby about 6 to 8 months prior, turns out, bitch was on antipsychotics and couldnt take the pill due to fun and fatal interactions with the meds that kept her sane. (found out from her grandmother who she was staying with after her single mom abandoned her.)
and then, every single horrible bitchy controlling monstrous moment she had ever had in my presence came roaring back, and the thought occurred…are you SURE you want to do this!!! and my erection had never died so resoundingly that i finally took the hint that she might go bats~~~ insane on me, and it occurred to me that she might have been of her meds but this she witch isn’t on the pill, i wasn’t prepared, i don’t have condoms on me so time to improvise! :D…one last romp of oral sex and out the door she goes. its a shame, she tasted fantastic, was fantastic in bed, squirted like a fire-hose during her climax and i enjoyed myself immensely.. but i don’t stick my dick in crazy, and the bitch was too much to deal with and i dumped her.
Then my parents got divorced, and i got to SEE how mean and greedy and psychotic women could be through a direct demonstration. This cluster-f~~~ is what sealed the deal for me.
Been single and FREE ever since.
My peace of mind is worth more then your vagina...cunt.
Craziest one I ever dated was a pretty red head that I met surfing. What could go wrong? Oh yeah, the PIPOLAR DISORDER could.
She would have her insane mood swings which I could actually see coming in her eyes and then sh’e go insane and turn into an absolute demon. Yelling in public, over the top feminism, the whole collection of horrors.
Mental illness reigned in her familiy. I only saw her for three months and then only on weekens but I swear she took at least 3 months off my life span.
Too bad about her thick, copper red Viking braids but I got tired of walking on egg shells super quick.
Anonymous11My craziest was a pretty red head too. In my case, Borderline Personality Disorder. Luckily, I escaped when she tried to cuckold me. I bolted for my life.
It was the 2nd woman I’d been with since my divorce (the first lasting two years). Lived an hour away, early 40s, but had just moved back to NC from Atlanta, GA. Was living with her parents until she could find a place (so she said). Went on a couple dates. The third or 4th, we met halfway for dinner. Woman drank a whole bottle of wine (I don’t drink). She was smashed, couldn’t drive, so I wouldn’t let her. Drove her the 30 mins back to her folks house, her getting more and more belligerent the closer we got. Rang the doorbell, her dad answered.
“I’m returning your daughter”, I told him. Her mom went ballistic, “No! Not again! You told us you’d quit!”
“Where’s the car?”, her dad asked. I told him we’d left it parked, and I offered to drive him back to it to pick it up, seeing as how it was on my way home (an hour’s drive from their house). We drove, he apologized profusely. I got home later that night, fell asleep. About 2 or 3am, my phone goes off with apologetic texts. I’m talking prostrating herself to my kindness. So, I decided to give her another shot. Dated a few more weeks, then got tired of driving and lack of sex, so I broke it off. That was over two years ago. Up until last year, she’d text occasionally, asking if I was single. Really. Last time I talked to her, and found out she’s still holding to her “Christian” beliefs of no sex before marriage (but getting hammered is cool, I guess), I told her to lose my number. Haven’t heard from her since.
Anonymous13I looked like a woman’s ex I dated, when we did it she turned her head and closed her eyes – after 30-40 seconds I stopped. It was embarrassing to both of us I’m sure, but demeaning and embarrassing to me. She said no one has ever stopped so quickly – I didn’t cum I barely got into it because of her antics.
I found a better girl later to see every now and then – one I actually met in person. Dating sites are ridiculous, needless to say the next girl I met had a boyfriend she was “sort of” cheating on with me. Again – used – (she stated she wanted a relationship with me lol) so I guess everyone is using someone. Then of course there is my children’s mother, if you think I’m a monster because of my posts on here, then you probably haven’t met a woman like her yet, a covert narcissist with a hatred for ALL people (except her family – which she would praise one minute than bad mouth the other), if you’ve read what she’s done – she’s the craziest.
These are all reasons why I am opting out of “dating” and women in general, even masturbation (which is a bit harder to do – no, its way harder to quit). I didn’t like getting hurt, so why would I sleep with someone who may be “using” me just to get back at someone else, and/or to give them that power high? I don’t enjoy hurting people, or empowering women for pitiful reasons and who don’t deserve to be empowered.
I agree that all women are crazy to some degree. The first woman I dated after my wife died was 10 years younger than me and, physically, the polar opposite of my late wife. My late wife was beautiful with jet black hair and a slim figure. This woman was blond and a bit chubby, but still very pretty. She was twice divorced, the child of a wealthy man that died and left her a big old bag of money and a summer bungalow on the beach, an incredible cook, smart and funny, and a fine wine connoisseur. The first few months were great. Then the change began and her true nature revealed itself. I discovered that she was also an abusive drunk and an emotional terrorist. A manipulative c~~~, if I may be blunt. I wasn’t widowed very long so my mindset was still in the married, blue pill mangina mode. Clearly, she thought the hook was set and I had the potential to be her next future ex husband. I was confused by her behavior (understatement). I was lost. After another long Saturday of dealing with her s~~~, I went home mentally exhausted and hit the hay. During that night, I had an epiphany….a conversation with God if you will. Or, maybe I just figured it out. It all became very clear to me. I owed her nothing. We weren’t f~~~ing married, we didn’t have children together, we didn’t own property together…..I F~~~ING OWED HER NOTHING! Armed with this new realization, there was no way I was going to tolerate her bulls~~~ anymore. I knew she would cross the line. It was only a matter of time. The following Friday, we went out to eat at an old haunt of hers. As usual, she drank too much and started getting mouthy. I convinced her that we should leave the restaurant and maybe go somewhere else. While we were in the car, she let go with a flurry of insults that was amazing. The things she said to me about me were so horrid, even I had to laugh. However, there are limits and she was rapidly approaching mine. I found myself looking at her and thinking how easy it would be to throw a short, straight arm right and shut her off like a f~~~ing light switch. Thankfully, the rational side of me and the fear of accidentally killing her won the day. I got her home, walked her in (even though she kept running her mouth), and picked up my overnight bag. I told her I was going home and that we could discuss this in the morning. She staggered into the kitchen and I bolted out the door and got into my truck. Guess who staggered outside and stood in front of my truck so I couldn’t leave? I was contemplating throwing her into the shrubs and making my getaway when she said loudly “If you leave now, don’t EVER come back.” I had the key to her house off of my keyring so quickly, it startled me. I handed her the key, she staggered back into the house, and I hauled ass out of there. Of course, the next day she couldn’t remember anything and wanted to discuss what happened. I told her that I was tired of her abuse and that we were done. I also suggested that she get some therapy to sort her s~~~ out or she will always be the author of her own misery and she will absolutely die alone. Here’s the kicker…..within a 2 year period, she made 2 attempts to try to entice me back. How f~~~ed up is that?
I have to chime in. Dated this girl back in 2004, she was 21 and I was 23. She was this hot goth chick I met through a friend setting us up. This was honestly the first girl I ever loved, and I don’t know why. She was a cutter, bipolar, anorexic, alcoholic, pill popping disaster. She had her pubic hair shaved in the shape of an inverted cross. I’m probably going to hell for all the times I knelt before that cross. Once found her passed out drunk in the bath tub covered in blood and legs sliced up with a box cutter. I never white knighted her. I didn’t give a f~~~ what she did. It lasted about a year and a half and one day she says “love is not enough” and walked out. Last I heard she has 2 kids. How f~~~ing terrifying is that?
A few years ago, in my early 40’s, I met a woman at a friend’s birthday party. Before we actually spoke, I saw several guys try and chat her up and get shot down, she was gorgeous, and knew it!
I had gone onto the front porch for a smoke (I’ve quit now, almost two years) and she was doing the same. We slowly got into conversation, because I honestly think it bothered her that I wasn’t hitting on her. I’d seen several buddies go down in flames and I’m not one to purposefully place myself in that situation because she was out of my league, or at least a lot hotter than anyone I’ve ever dated.
We spoke for about at least a couple of hours and exchanged numbers. Maybe a week went by and we met at a local bar for a drink…..which became many drinks and breakfast in the wee hours before she blew me in her car, kinda…..I had the whiskey dick and though it felt great, I couldn’t get off.
She invited me to her house the next night, where we had dinner, drinks and had sex in her living room floor. While she was riding me, she slapped the hell out of me, right out of the blue, in the throws of orgasm. I have never been one for that kind of thing, and told her…..Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again….. She hugged me and apologized and then said she loved me….. and being a dumbass, I spent the night, and had sex again in the morning and it was great!
What followed was a few weeks of amazing fun, screwing our brains out, doing anything and everything to each other, sex toy shop trips and strip clubs, where she made out with the stripper girls and blew me on the way home…….
One Sunday morning, I woke up in her bed alone, went into the living room where she was sitting silent with coffee. She tells me she has a video that she wants me to watch, I say okay, and she starts it up. Its a “come to Jesus” video by some pastor, encouraging me to be saved…… she, in tears, tells me she feels guilty about what we’ve been doing and thinks that we should go to church……ummm. no thanks….and I hauled ass.
problem is, she was so damn hot and I was so damn horny, I went through that cycle with her for months. Days on end of partying and screwing, only to be scolded and lectured to about God……
I finally grew tired of it and moved on!
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