Running with the devil  

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8/21/2005 7:39 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Running with the devil

Last night I continued my outreach program to socialize the criminally insane. I took a woman out whom I thought to be lucid and quite charming. This was my initial impression, and we all know how accurate those can be.
I drove to her house. She insisted on taking her car. I let her pick the restaurant, and shortly after the bread was served, the sweet and charming girl left, and was replaced by a wolverine in a size 6 and high heals. My date then informs me that she hates this place, and she wants to leave. Since we had already finished the small salad, we had our bread, and I could see our food coming, I thought that it might be a little rude to leave. She get up. I, like a fool, think that she is going to the bathroom. The squeal of tires a few moments later informed me that I was mistaken. Thank goodness, I was planning to pay for the meal anyway. I call a friend of mine to pick me up, and offer him a steak in exchange for helping to repo my truck from crazygirl's yard. He drives me over to her house, and I find her waiting in the yard. She wanted to say she was sorry. She told me that she "has a sugar imbalance," which I believe is nutter for "I am insane." She wanted to "make it up to me" in that not so subtle sexual undertone. I have been there, I have done that, and I can tell you that even if the sex is amazing, it isn't worth it. I and my amigo bolted, with the crazy girl giving chase on foot. We made it back to his place, and had a reheated steak dinner while comparing notes on all the insane women who have come into my life in the last few years.
"You sure can pick them."
"I don't pick them, they find me. I am a insanity magnet."
All I want is a nice girl, who will take me for who I am, not punch me for stating my opinion, scream when getting onto the interstate, or go nuts when the bread is being served. Am I asking too much?


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