Everyone has at least one insane person in their romantic past. Someone who looked so hot you just had to get in his or her pants, but once you did, it unleashed a tsunami of emotional drama so huge it could wipe out the entire eastern seaboard. You know what we’re talking about; the fifteen messages in one night, the drive-bys, the dead squirrel on the doorstep…some of us get sucked into these tornadoes of dysfunction for a time, then get the f* out, even if it means leaving all our stuff behind, changing our idenity and moving to Madagascar. If we all only adhered to what Sam Shmikler calls “The Mickey Rule” in this week’s Jewish Journal, we’d avoid the sexy blondes with a gleam in their eyes who always seem to wind up stealing our underwear.
Yo, Yenta!
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I enjoyed this article in that somehow I am a psycho chick magnet. The easy ones are the chicks that tell you on the first date about their depression/anorexia/anxiety disorder/chronic pain/mood swings. Some of them are even psycho enough to tell you what psych meds they’re taking. Sprinting away from these nutcases at full speed is not a problem.
The issue is that some of them hide it pretty well and a couple of months into it you find she’s an emotional whackjob.
Breaking up with them after that is when you get the boiled bunnies in your kitchen…
Dude, where do you find these women? You’re probably NOT dating one of the decent and available Jewish Women that I find online here.
lastone, did that nutso from boston ever stop calling you? man, you sure can pick ’em
lastone, Has the Miami girl kept calling you. I hope all ends well. You goota find a nice Jewish girl online!!