"So, what kind of girls do you normally date?" I asked as I swirled my drink around with a red straw.
He smiled and leaned in, like he was about to tell me a secret. "I gotta be honest with you: I like crazy girls." He stopped to gauge my reaction. I don't have one. I blinked. Is this guy for real? He kept going.
"You know, the ones that are a bit unstable, like they might threaten to stab you with a pair of rusty scissors when you don't answer their texts or some shit." That description was a little too specific which makes me think that he actually dated a girl who did that. And, he was into it!
"What can I say? It keeps things interesting, ya know?" He grinned and shrugged his shoulders like the whole thing was out of his control.
Newsflash: I am not the kind of girl to do that. At all. Ever. Frankly, I'm more of a Girl Continued than a Girl Interrupted. I guess that's a bad thing in his eyes? Should I try and pretend that I'm crazy? Should I scrawl conspiracy theories in blood on his bathroom wall? Should I cover my windows in tin foil? Should I re-enact scenes from the song "Stan" by Eminem? Hmmmm. This all sounds like a lot of work.
Only me, only in this bar, only in this UNIVERSE do I get to date men who view my relative emotional stability as a negative. Where do these guys come from? Can we vote them out of town and toss them back from whence they came?