I happened to find myself on an all male team one day at work a few years ago, and while working, the 6 of us spent the day comparing notes about who had encountered the craziest thing to come out of any woman’s mouth. When it was my turn, I told the following story about an experience with an Italian hairdresser I dated about 20 years ago. When I was done, there were one or two guys who had not told their story yet, but after hearing this one, they conceded that I would get the title for craziest woman without even telling their stories. I hope to read everyone’s story regardless of wether you think it’s more or less crazy than this one.

So I’m dating this Italian hair dresser about 20 years ago when we were both maybe 28-30. She lived about an hour away and would come in and stay on the weekends and go back home during the week when we’d talk on the phone. One weekend, she was in, and I got called to work emergently for a few hours and had to leave her at my place alone. I knew enough even then to know she was going to use the opportunity to rummage through everything I owned (I assumed all women do this) but I had long since removed any sort of incriminating evidence of anything…

When I got back, she was in that different, quieter, distant mood they get in when they have something to go off about, but are waiting for the right moment to ambush you with it. Same mood all week on phone that week…

Following weekend, she’s back again and as we finish dinner, I go to kitchen to look for a glass. Dessert for me is gonna be chips ahoy cookies and milk, (never outgrew this) and I got a special glass for this. All my other glasses are 18 oz, which is more milk than I want, and I don’t want to have to get half my arm down into my big 18 oz glass to dunk cookies into the 2 or 3 ounces that I do want. Do, I’d bought one glass that was about 3 or 4 ounces with thick glass bottom … like the highball glasses in a bar… just for this purpose. But I couldn’t find it anywhere. So I ask her if she’s seen it and she gets immediately, overtly p~~~ed and says, “What do you want THAT glass for???!!!”.

I was surprised as I hadn’t been aware of a trigger to set her off, but I didn’t go off back at her. I just de-escalated way down and, as if she had not just had that outburst, I answered as calmly as I had just asked the original question…explaining about the cookies and the milk etc. Suddenly, she couldn’t look me in the eye, looked nervous and embarrassed, and couldn’t give me a straight answer… So, I’m thinking WTF is this? Who the hell gets p~~~ed or even gives a s~~~ about milk and cookies???

I kept asking calmly and she kept avoiding answering or making eye contact, until I got finally got p~~~ed and had a little burst of my own…”where is my glass and…. WHY THE F~~~ ARY YOU NOT ANSWERING ME OR LOOKING ME IN THE EYE…???!!!” I had been calm enough and had gotten loud abruptly enough that she was surprised…too surprised to cover or deflect the conversation. She looked at me and I could tell she knew very well which glass I was asking about. By the look on her face, I knew some stupid s~~~ was coming, and she and I both knew she wasn’t going to get around telling me.

Still it took several more minutes to get it out of her. And when I finally pried it out of her, this is how it emerged:

The weekend before, she was doing my dishes and she opened my cabinet and saw that glass and she knew that a glass like that must have come from a bar where it must have had an alcoholic drink in it because she’s had drinks in bars before and that’s the same kind of glass they served them in and since she knows I don’t drink then she figured out it must be someone else’s and if someone else came to my place from a bar with an alcoholic drink then it must be another woman and if another woman was at my place after drinking in a bar then I must have f~~~ed her and she got so mad that I was f~~~ing around on her with another woman that she took the glass out to the parking lot and smashed it in the dumpster…

(and this was the reason for having been a moody bitch for a week)

I didn’t say anything for a minute. I tried but I just couldn’t. I just stared at her. I suppose the look on my face was probably the same one I’d had the first time I ever looked out over the Grand Canyon, when I also found it hard to know what to say. I mean, I had stumbled into ordinary everyday piles of crazy from women before. I had even seen a few impressive hills of it from a safe distance. And I had heard that there was crazy out there bigger than what I had seen.

But like the Grand Canyon, when I finally saw it right up close in person like that, I was just so awe-struck at the vast size and immense scale of it that I just couldn’t react… I had never expected it could be so overwhelming… It was just biblical…! I was dumbstruck in its presence… (the stupidity I mean, not the Grand Canyon) lmao 😀

I’m laughing my ass off as I type this, but at the time, I really was dumbstruck for a minute as I just starred at her. I couldn’t think of what to say. When I finally could organize a thought, it went from brain to mouth completely bypassing the usually filter where I consider how it will sound and likely be answered.

The first thing I thought was a result of what I just described. I looked her dead in the eye, and this is how it emerged:

THAT IS THE DUMBEST F~~~ING THING I’VE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE…!

Then, she went from embarrassed to p~~~ed and the fight started…LOL

It ended with me making her go to the store (alone) right then, and buy me a replacement.

I haven’t told many people that story because I never wanted to admit having tolerated crap like that (I dated her for a while after that before I finally bailed) but I suppose that now that I’m a black belt mgtow, and enough time has passed that it’s funny now, I can take the ration of s~~~ you guys are probably going to give me for having ever tolerated it at all <laughing> …

But that’s ok…especially if you are willing to relate the record woman-craziness you’ve ever received in your own blue pill days… I hope I get to read some more posts on this thread…

“Why do I need save most of money? My parents (who were rich) will help me if I need it..” -Heard that one from a spoiled too lazy for college ex in college.

Facepalm.

You had me all worked up about the glass. On edge for 4 paragraphs wondering what would transpire.

This immediately came to mind: http://www.mgtow.com/poster/perception/

… the way a woman will construct all kinds of elaborate nonsense in her own imagination, scheme and planning like the enemy while you think you’re quietly enjoying a cookie or entertaining an ordinary thought. Little do you know she would poison you if she could get away with it.

NO.2 Would have to be the time a girl I almost ( but didn’t) f~~~ one night because we were too drunk. So I did the gentlemanly thing, told her we were too bombed, called her a cab at my expense, kissed her and sent her home. She was not my girlfriend and at the time I didn’t really have one. But a few days later, I did have a female visitor who answered my phone when I was in the shower. The caller was the one I apparently made the mistake of not f~~~ing 3 days prior. She threw a S~~~ FIT when she heard a female voice say “hello?” ……. threw her own mobile phone out of the moving car, smashing it on the freeway and caused an accident.

This was the kind of jealous/crazy you would try and get Glenn Close to play in a movie. In the 80s she was the most hated woman in America and originated the term “bunny boiler”. That was her. NO limits. The lies that poured out of her mouth were something I have never seen matched – before or since. The story doesn’t end there, but if you imagine the WORST lie a woman can tell, she tried it. Fortunately, I was red pill/self-aware then and knew what s~~~ women can pull. But I will tell you NOT f~~~ing her was one of the BEST decisions I ever made in my life.

“I want a relationship [but] I don’t want to have sex with you because I like you too much.” Obviously she liked what I was providing her with and her idea of a relationship was f~~~ing a drug dealer and trying to “fix” him.

And the show stopper for me… “I don’t like it when you kiss me… I want to kiss YOU.” said to me by a bi-polar female who wanted me to grant her the authority to take control of us having sex. She also said “I don’t like to take my medicine because I’m not myself any more.” Well that’s the f~~~ing idea, now, isn’t it? Unmedicated you is crying one minute and singing show tunes the next… and I’m not sure at any moment if you want to marry me or murder me. If I could take your meds so that you weren’t yourself anymore I would but it just doesn’t work that way!

“Well, my mom and I talked this over and we decided that you need to move out to make room for my mom and baby (wasn’t my baby) and if you need room for your music crap, just go rent an office or something.”

So she wanted you to move out of your own place? or give up your bedroom?  The female entitlement complex is amazing. Not even your wife, your gf and her mom think they can decide what to do with your property.

How badly did you tell her off for that, how badly did she react? I want all the juicy details.