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Curious… none of mine were crazy… might have something to do with the fact that im quite nuts, so everyone next to me feels relatively sane.
Funny thing thou, The ladies tend to be more interested in me the crazier I behave, so i tend to behave as I feel in that moment :D.
*Well none were crazy, but from 4 of them, only one I had and still have respect for. And the reason is because she was then only one who was honest with me.
Over the years I’ve avoided the crazy ones, for the most part that is. I mean, we’ve all had that one night stand with women we’d never bother to actually date and we’ve “pumped & dumped” others, but I’d been able to avoid being in a relationship the crazy ones for most of my life.
Except for one time in my early 40s and did it ever put me back on the straight and narrow. She wasn’t bipolar or violent or overtly crazy. Instead she was sneaky crazy, crafty crazy. And she gaffed me like some mindless fish. I was going through a rough patch in my life at the time, one career gone with a merger, living very frugally, not finding much traction in the job market, living from consulting gig to contract gig, worried about whether or not I’d find a good job again at my age, you know the drill. I was weak, I was low, and I should have known better, but I still got hooked.
We all know they’re like hyenas marking the weaker members of the herd. I knew it. Hell, I’d even told other men about it. Yet I still f~~~ed up and got caught. I’ll thank whatever deity you want to name that I wised up within a year and well before too many commitments had been made. When I got out I got OUT. Packed up my s~~~ and never saw or talked to her again.
She was sneaky crazy and really good at it. She was a raging control freak who tightened the reins oh so slowly over weeks and months. Looking back, I realize I was like those frogs who sit in a pot while you slowly raise the temperature until you boil them. Towards the end I couldn’t watch the ballgame on TV or listen to it on the radio. What little socializing I did was entirely within her small circle of friends and then for limited periods of time. There were lots of other restrictions too, all slowly imposed on me so I wouldn’t spook. It was so bad that I couldn’t whistle around her. That’s right, I’m mowing the f~~~ing lawn and I can’t f~~~ing whistle!
I don’t know what shocked me out of it, but I’m sure f~~~ing happy whatever happened did happen. I was working an evening shift at the time and was able to pack everything up while she was at work during the day. Some spark of independence had made me keep an efficiency room at an extended stay hotel so I simply moved in there full time. I bugged out on a Friday, didn’t come “home” from work that night, and simply texted her I’d see her in the morning. I drove over mid-morning and didn’t even let her begin to talk. I told her I was sick of being controlled, told her there was no way to make things work, and told her it was over. I walked away while she screamed and wailed at me. Good f~~~ing riddance.
I’d avoided all the overtly crazy ones for all those years, but it took a covertly crazy one who targeted me while I was weak to but me back on the straight and narrow. Never show them any weakness, men. They’ll use it to control you.
Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.
My craziest was my first girl friend. I was 22 and a huge mangina. It didn’t matter because I was getting laid consistently. I was SO dumb back then! Anyway she tells me that she is on the pill and me like a dumb ass thinks it’s great that we don’t need to use protection. 5 months down the road she gets pregnant and tells me and I think it’s a terrible joke. Once I realize that this is as serious as it gets I asked her if she had been taking her birth control and her reply was, “I must’ve missed a day” and acts all calm and collected. Went with her weeks later and saw the first sonogram. She knew I was upset and her only remark to me was that I knew what I was doing and should’ve known what I was getting into. A week later she had a miscarriage and I broke up with her. She said I was an asshole for leaving her during one of the worse times in her life. Never looked back and never saw her again.
Feminism isn't about equality with men, it's about leverage over men.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Histrionic_personality_disorder
“…once, twice, three times a lady…”
It’s funny (although somewhat logical).
I was trying to think about the craziest woman I’ve dated, etc., and realized that if one includes selfish, childish behavior, they’ve all been just completely bats~~~. The first girl I played around with or made out with, the first one I dated, the first one I’ve lived with, and all the others after that. They’ve all been awful. Just awful.
A large part of what brought me here was the realization that it will never, ever get better. Not ever. All the women I’ve dated have been horrible. All the women friends date are horrible. All the women I hear about are horrible. I don’t ever – from anyone – hear about an awesome girlfriend or wife if the relationship has lasted more than a few months. Ever.
Every relationship I’ve had with a woman has ended poorly. Almost every single relationship I’ve heard about friends having with women has ended poorly.
"You can either love women, or understand women. You can't do both. Because once you understand women, you realize that there is really nothing to love."
I didn’t date this woman and, absent a brain aneurysm or tumor, never would have even considered dating this woman. The story is a funny one, however, and illustrates how hypergamy has always been with us.
It’s the early 90s and I’m traveling for a living as a field engineer. When I do get back to the office, once my reports are filed my manager usually tells me to take the day off. Accordingly, it’s late afternoon and I’m in a local bar, reading the newspaper, and waiting for a friend of mine to arrive. He and I are going to grab a quick bite and then head into the city to catch a hockey game.
I’m standing near the pool table having chalked my name up for the next game. A couple of women I’d barely paid notice to and giggling their way through a game of 8 ball as I read the paper. Suddenly the sports page I’m holding gets pushed towards my face. I lower the paper and lock eyes with the woman poking it with her pool cue.
She smiles like a typical c~~~ who thinks “vagina” excuses everything. “That paper sucks.” she chirps.
Making a mistake, I reply “It has a good sports section.”
I raise the paper again and she begins poking it again, just like a toddler demanding attention.
“I like your sweater,” she says. “The green matches your eyes.”
I was younger and not as practiced a MGHOW as I am now, so I make another mistake and reply out of habitual politeness. “My eyes are blue.”
“Mine are too!” she says. “If we had children, they’d be beautiful!”
I nod, point at the table, and say “I think it’s your shot.” Then, when she turns to look, I quickly leave the pool table room because it’s always best avoid crazies. (Our alleged brethren in the PUA community would have had her bent over the sink in the men’s room within a few minutes of that exchange, she obviously wanted peg-d that badly, but my parents didn’t raise me to be a fool and won’t stick my dick in crazy.)
That night and for a few weeks afterward, I share the story about the pool table nutcase to gales of laughter. One evening I walk into the bar and my friend waves me over to a table where he’s sitting with a guy I’ve never seen before. My friend makes the introductions between Toby and I, telling me Toby and his girlfriend moved into the area a few weeks back, and we begin talking about careers, business, and so forth. Eventually, my friend says “Hey, Old Bill, tell Toby about that cute lunatic at the pool table a few weeks back.”
I’ve nearly finished the story when the door to the bar opens and I look over to see who is coming in. Incredibly enough, it’s the cute lunatic from a few weeks back! Before I can say anything, Toby turns to look too.
“Great, it’s Lorna my girlfriend, Toby says. “Let me introduce her to you guys…”
If she recognize me, she made no sign of it. I chatted for a few minutes before making some excuse to leave. I clued my friend in on the situation later and he doubled over in laughter. Toby and Lorna sort of became regulars at the bar with Lorna making a scene more often than not. She had a delight of throwing drinks in Toby’s face and then flouncing out in a huff. Made no sense to me, maybe Toby liked make-up sex or maybe he was a masochist. They eventually stopped coming in, whether or not they broke up I don’t know. She was definitely looking for action however. Making matters worse, they both worked for the same small ad agency. I think it’s pretty certain his relationship with Lorna eventually cost Toby his job. Her behavior was just too infantile and Toby was far too linked to it.
Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.
I had a f~~~buddy in and around my 20ies, she was maybe 2 yo older than me or something, calling me a boytoy, im like, uhm are you sure about what youre saying to me, i asked why she was saying so, she replied yes but that is what you are, my boytoy.. you have good physique and youve not had too many girlfriends and so on… i for myself have been VERY sexually active in my days and discussing a couple years on or off around my 20ies was just rediculous. She was a whore by trade, coming with very welldeveloped sexual skills, she simply loved my dick (thats what she said at least) and wanted me as sparetime date/f~~~friend, i thought definitions in sex back then was a waste of time when we could f~~~. The thing what made her a crazy person is that she could go on f~~~ing for straight 12 hours no pause, and me being an athlete, could lift my bodywheight 2 times had good stamina and endurance, but most of all strong sexual drive. So in a sense she was a matrass getting penis with her coffee too, not too bad i might say being her.
After having been dating f~~~ing eachothers brains out for a month or two she told me she was married and have 2 kids i was like “. . . . ” uhm, ok. So what now?
She: No it is ok, ive talked to my husband and he is ok with it.
Me: But what about it, and me, have you by any chance asked me if im ok with it?
She: No but i like your dick.
Me: I’m not interrested in this anymore, please go.She left and a while after that i saw her crossing the street from where i live, and she looked in my direction and said something, hey where are you going. Helloo! Tudeluu! There you are!
I saw her and sighed for myself. ok ill stop and talk to her before i go up to my place.She: How about we go up to your place for a while. it would be so nice.
Me: Why, im not interrested in doing so after what you told me.
She: HM! At least i have my husband she said and marched off aggravatedly
Me: To myself Sigh, finally she is out of my picture,After walking off like that i knew i had gotten rid of a potentially massive problem in life.
If i would tell the story for someone it probably wouldnt be believed, there are plenty of FUBAR people out there.
A foreign girl who got me to smoke weed with her on the first date, then progressed to try and get me to leave a restaurant with her without paying, then tried to get me to kick a homeless man who begging.
I still kind of know her, I think she’s mellowed out a bit since then, only slightly though.
One of many was one who told me she was pregnant, and that was a decade and a half after a vasectomy. After hooking up with her for 2 weeks I ended it and got a phone call a day later threatening suicide if I didn’t get back with her… “Will that be closed, or open casket?” She was too fun not to hang out with for a bit. When she got drunk she would wave her bra out the car window
I was 47, she was 31. She was 5’11” beautiful with a body like a Victoria Secret model. We were on our way to dinner and just left a parking garage where she had given me great head. Needless to say I could not have been more satisfied and not interested in other women at that moment.
She accuses me of looking at another woman and gets furious. I did not even know what woman she was talking about. Crazy.
Well, let’s see.
* A girl who was on the drugs but extremely beautiful, a couple of years after our briefly relationship (4 months or something) committed suicide: she had the hobby of train surfing as “sport”.
* A woman, older than me, who was a satanist. Not really ugly but far away from beautiful, extremely crazy, absolutely dangerous, even schizophrenic, but very funny at the beginning.
* The third (or fourth, I’m not sure – I have yet to establish it) most important relationship I had: regional champion of sport gun, moving target and fixed target, both categories. Combined with the fact she had the “hobby” of Advocaat (egg liquor) and Batida (coconut liquor) – and I mean at least a bottle each time.
* The second most important relationship I have, in Sweden: the HR manager of my company. She hired me, I cohabited with her, she becomed psychologycally and bahviorally abusive, more and more, instead of reacting in a proper way I betrayed her (I was young, and rather stupid). She wounded me with a knife, throwing me out in the street (nights are cold in november, in Malmoe, however I was out just only for a night) and then even firing me. The lawyer said me: “you cannot denounce her: she’s a woman and among your hobbies you have body building!” 🙁
* One of the female lawyers who followed my divorce, but she’s quite positive: looking nothing special, bisexual, into BDSM, a little alcoholic, heavy smoker, she said “we are all whores” referred to women and she suggested me to avoid cohabitation, always.
* I would put even my actual partner, but since relationship is still going on, it would be unfair giving details.
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A foreign girl who got me to smoke weed with her on the first date, then progressed to try and get me to leave a restaurant with her without paying, then tried to get me to kick a homeless man who begging.
I still kind of know her, I think she’s mellowed out a bit since then, only slightly though.
Meh, smoking weed at the first date was quite common in my 20s. In fact some encounters becomes “dates” just because we smoked weed (I remember three times it happened so) 🙂
With that girl of train surfing we do not just only leaved a pub without paying but we also stoled two chairs, one for each. Yes, two chairs, not exactly things that are easy to hide 🙂SUPREME LEADER KIM JONG-UN'S FASHION STYLIST - if you want a new look or if you're a very beautiful trans you can call me, phone number +85079255312 / mobile 01921421211. The worth of a man isn't the usefulness that women get from him. Avoiding living with a woman, a man isn't rejecting a lot of sex: he's rejecting sexual starvation. MGTOW IS TACKLING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN COMPLIANCE WITH CONVENTION OF ISTANBUL: http://www.coe.int/en/web/conventions/full-list/-/conventions/rms/090000168008482e --- Article 4, Section 4 "Special measures that are necessary to prevent and protect women from gender-based violence shall not be considered discrimination under the terms of this Convention". WHAT I LEARNT FROM A GENDER STUDIES CLASS IN LUND, SWEDEN: every time feminists accuses men of doing something, odds are likely either them or persons associated with them are doing the exact same thing but a lot worse. WHO I'M RIGHT NOW https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1okpAj7Fhw Basically my former life have been a conflict between this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yz_RQVkvke4 and this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFIMeyTK-sU That's, more or less, all about me.
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I want to start with my defense. She was very pretty, very thin, and the most important thing of all, she was wild in bed.
Wild as in not only she swallows, but demands it. There were times when I came on her back and she would not be happy. She wanted it in her mouth and that was that.
Of course, crazy in bed, crazy outside of the bed. She would read girly articles and apply them literally. So if I happened to say something similar to something she thought she read somewhere, then that meant whatever she read it meant. She was jealous, too.
Nine months later I grew tired of her. No amount of swallowing was worth the craziness. Luckily for me I was a guest in her apartment (I paid her rent, by the way) to slowly but surely I got myself a new place and start moving stuff out. We both worked so I did it slowly, a couple of shirts here, a pair of shoes there…the whole thing took about a month.
During that time she noticed that my things began missing. I called her crazy of course and kept going. I will never forget the last day when I moved the last of my things. She knew then and tried to follow me. She cried and I went away.
But that was not the end of the story…
A few weeks later I try to contact her hot best friend. I knew she was going to find it out but this is how little I cared. She contacted me to “talk about things”. I thought that would be goodbye sex so I went along with it.
We met in a Restaurant. As we sat she gave me a piece of paper where my email to her friend was printed. The piece of paper was full of scratch marks done with a pen. She has been furiously doing that for ages, it seemed. I knew the bomb was about to explode to I quietly made my exit of the Restaurant. I heard shouts in the distance as I quickly left the place.
Sometimes I still think about how good she was in bed, but the price was just too high.
Ha! Don’t get me started…
Summary of the crazies,
PTSD
Bi-polar
Schizo
Anorexic
Depression
PsychosisThat last one, long story short, got institutionalised when they tried to kill their mother and has been institutionalised a few times since. If I ever want to shock people, I tell stories about my times with her.
Content to be a lone Wolf
I’ve slept with 2 different women that liked to role-play rapes, another that got off when I called her slut and whore, one that liked to pretend she was a prostitute (no she didn’t asked me for money after sex) and another one that I never slept with because right off the bat when we meet she started teasing me with water-sports and scat.
Bitches be crazy…
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The craziest women I ever dated was a professional psychologist.
Ok, I met this woman online. She was attractive but very redneck, lived in a mobile home out in the woods far from town. Our initial meeting was at a little country diner, where I found out she had once been obese but lost most of the weight after having her stomach stapled, which meant she could only eat tiny portions. After that she always wanted to meet spur of the moment late at night.
First time she called me up near midnight and invited me out to her place. She lived on her parent’s property, which was like a junkyard, old household appliances and rusting vehicles everywhere. When she gave me the directions and I saw where I was going I actually called a friend and gave him the address in case I wasn’t heard from again… When I got inside her trailer she put on a video, some movie that was full of rough sex scenes. She was strangely uncommunicative, and I felt like she was studying me. The one time I made a move toward her she blocked me. In retrospect I think she wanted me to take a cue from the movie and just f~~~ her, but with the mixed messages she was sending I was afraid of misreading her intentions.
The next time she showed up at my place late at night with a case of beer (I got the impression that she was always a bit liquored up). Again she was cool to my advances and told me she didn’t think I was right for her. Instead she thought her brother would be her perfect match, and complained that she didn’t see why she couldn’t marry him. I’m not kidding. After that I sent her on her way. I did call her after that night, and a man answered the phone. He was really p~~~ed and identified himself as her husband. I didn’t bother to find out if he was also her brother. Just some of the fun you can have with online dating.
The first one who came to mind was in my early 20’s.
She seemed nice enough, it came to pass that she was “mixed”, White and Latin.
She approached me, we seemed to hit it off for some fun and kinky NSA sex.
That is, until the morning after when under her bed I stumbled upon the big box stuffed with enough Nazi swastika armbands, Wehrmacht battle colors, tapes of Hitler’s speeches and memorabilia to film “Triumph of the Will”.
She even had a huge flag with the symbol of the “Afrika Korps” on it !
A year estranged relative later, an estranged relative of her’s congratulated me on “escaping” (his words) and confirmed that I had slept with a real Puerto Rican Nazi. I also am glad I used my own condom, because he also told me she got herself pregnant by another Nazi and was having an “Aryan” baby !
I learned not to stick my dick in crazy.
Frank V.
The craziest women I ever dated was a professional psychologist.
No, you have to tell us more ! This sounds so much like one of the drivers where I used to work.
Frank V.
Craziest one I ever dated, was a few days ago. We met on Tinder. She openly wanted sex. She’s 36, and works high up at a bank. I screenshot her messages on Tinder (to protect myself) and drove up there after she gave me an address and a time. She told me to bring drinks and condoms. I did and arrived at her apartment. I knocked on her door but nobody answered so I left and then attended the local arcade. She messaged me after I got to the arcade and claimed she had fallen asleep and wanted me to come back, so I did. We met, did only one shot, and f~~~ed. She came on very strong, sex was pretty good. She f~~~ed me for hours, having smoke breaks in between and claiming I was “amazing” and that she couldn’t believe I was “actually real”. I tucked her into bed and left, thinking we were more. We exchanged texts after I got home and then we said goodnight. I wake up the next day and she texts me telling me she’s upset because I left two hickies on her neck. She sent me pictures of them (they weren’t even bad lol) and she claimed I “broke her skin on her neck”. I apologized and sent her a selfie of me at my desk telling her to have a good day and that I looked forward to our second date. She agreed. Then a few hours later I get a text stating she had a fibromyalgia flare up and that she didn’t go into work and that she wouldn’t be making our date tonight. Clearly I figured she was going to look for another dude to mess around with so I was cool with it and didn’t text her back. 9pm rolls around while I’m at a bar by myself drinking a beer and I apparently missed 5 calls from her in a row. I check my voicemail and she said in a possessed demonic voice: “You are a LIAR! I never want to see you again! What is WRONG with you?” So I’m highly disturbed and try to call her back to no answer. I text her and she says she’s furious she has hickies on her neck. And that’s why she doesn’t want to see me again. Man, I feel sorry for the guy who gets serious with that demon. His life will be over. I promptly said “Sorry” and then blocked her number. Bullet dodged. I saved our tinder conversation and text messages, where she openly stated she wanted to f~~~. Guys: when using tinder and a bitch agrees to f~~~, screenshot it!! Save your texts. If she tries dumb s~~~, she’s on blast. Protect yourselves, gentlemen. Oh, and the above chick had mad baby rabies. She said several times she wanted kids, then claimed she couldn’t have any but demanded I come in her. Smh. Definitely didn’t make that mistake! Be careful lads. It’s a dangerous world with evil women.
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