So gentlemen, have you met a crazy lady? As you will see, women do behave as badly as men sometimes. Well, my friend Lawrence (who seems to always attract crazy ladies just as much as I attract jerks) wanted to share his “Crazy Lady Experience” with my readers … enjoy!
I will say it again and again. I do not understand women and I guess I never will. I can only hope to find someone who realizes that I am a brain-dead goof, the masculine gender of the homo-sapiens, and she will tell me what she wants instead of using hints and innuendos. How am I going to know when “yes” means “no” and “What?” is basically a hint that I must change what I just uttered.
I was given the number of a lady named Elana. What a nice name. When I was told her name, it already sounded good. Her voice sounded so sweet and sort of sing-song. She told me that she was 175 cm with blond hair. I must admit that I am attracted to tall, blonde haired women. I think she had a bit of a lisp as she had a problem saying s and when she called me sweetie, it actually sounded like tweety and I wondered what twitter had to do with anything. Can anyone explain to me why the word “lisp” has an s in the middle, making it difficult for someone with this problem to even say the word? I wonder what the iPhone 4S Siri function would say? “Who is Tiri? I do not understand Tiri?” We made a date to meet.
I was looking forward to this tryst and had conjured up my own image of my date, Goldilocks. What showed up was a 161 cm woman with dark brown hair. Is this the same girl? The lisp is there. Is this any way to start a date?
We sat at a coffee house and chatted and I really knew that she was not for me. I could get past the deceit and the lisp but she was an awful conversationalist. Knew nothing about anything. The kind of person who thinks that the capital of Texas is T. So, I paid for coffee and walked her to her car. I gave her a light kiss on the cheek and said good night.
The next day, the text messages started. “I had a wonderful time, please call.” When you get 10 of those in a single morning what are you actually supposed to do? It just so happens that I asked my friend to answer the phone while I was on another call. It was her! She said she would wait. When I came on the line, the tears started about why I did not return her messages.
I looked up and there she was in front of me, at my cubicle! She then started raising her voice and telling me that she wanted to meet me again. My boss, who is also a friend, comes out to see what is happening and called us into his office. After hearing everything, he turned to her and said that he does not want to see her in the building again. He turned to me and said, if one of my lady-friends every come yelling in the office again, I am out.
I think Elana was suffering from an acute case of Crazy Lady Syndrome, or as I like to call it “CLS”. Who knows how far this could have gone? Is my police file still clean?
You can read more by Lawrence in his book “Kill Me Now” … check out his site here: http://killmenow.org/ and follow him on Twitter @lbigfoot
I once went out on a date with a guy who stuttered and sweat profusely, does that compare with the lisp? So what are my thoughts about this crazy lady experience? Run Lawrence Run!!! Ladies, why do you do these things? Seriously? If a man wants to be with you and see you he will … don’t chase him or show desperation … it’s unbecoming and unladylike!
Your Sister in Dating Bliss,
Single Dating Diva
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if there are any ladies out there without CLS, I am available
Wait, let me get this right. She stalked you and your friend (the boss) told you that you’d be fired?
What if you had been a woman and some man had stalked you? Seems a bit unfair, not all of us can be crazy.
I assume that he had to put on an act of some kind for the “lady” and also to warn me. How she got through security, I do not know.
This one is going to be in my next book for sure
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