And if so how did it go? 
Kind of picked this up from various recent threads (c.f. the ones on borderlines). Me, nope, not really; I had a chance at an inhibited coed in college who was a Level 70 Neurotic, which of course meant I had no chance at all.
Oh yes. She refused to talk to, or even be in the same room as, a psychiatrist even in a social context because she was convinced said shrink would spot her as a nut across the room, and immediately ship her off to the nearest asylum. Great sex though, and didn’t end as badly as it might have - tears but no craziness.
Yep. He and I broke up and he was committed against his will for being a danger to himself or others and they actually held him for a number of months.
It was…not pretty.
Pretty much every woman I’ve fucked has been crazier than me, which stands to reason since you gotta be pretty crazy to want to fuck me.
Do multiple personalities count?
If so yes. Dates with her were… interesting, I guess would be the word.
It was like spinning the wheel of fortune to see who you were dating that night.
The scared crying little girl?
The crazy gang banger?
The horny slut? (Jackpot!)
Turns out she got better, and there is only one now. we are still friends, and will be going to our 40th HS reunion together.
Yep.
For all you guys out there - the “If you don’t agree to be/keep being mine, I’m going to kill myself” is not, in fact, a woman only thing. I’ve had two guys try it with me, and it was pretty ugly.
One was when I was a kid - only 16 or 17. Didn’t work. The other was when I was 27. That one, I called the cops and got him locked up on a 5150. And then he had the balls to get mad at me about it.
Given the circumstances of your post, you’re going to need to clarify. Do you mean you’re going to the reunion of a class that graduated 40 years ago, or do you mean this is the fortieth high school reunion being attended?
Fucked, no. Dated and made out with with intent for long-term relationship, yes. Which is kind of sad, because I’m not far south of batshit insane myself.
He was an absolute brilliant guy, perfect score on his SAT, University Honors College and all that. He was also absolutely out of his mind. Which, to be honest, is what attracted me. He was the first guy I met at freshman orientation and we bonded immediately over our mental health issues.
He had Bipolar disorder and a severe case of Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder. His hands were always raw and bleedy from washing them so much, and he was obsessed with the flaws of other people and things. When I first met him, he was a staunch libertarian and he believed in all honesty that the Pope was the Antichrist (this was when I dated him.) A few months later, he was a staunch conservative Catholic who would lecture his peers on their moral failings. Last I met him he was a liberal heavily into recreational drugs.
On our first ‘‘date’’ he showed me a hand-drawn scale map of Detroit’s sewer system that he had painstakingly pieced together in an effort to enhance his plan to ‘‘revamp Detroit.’’ He wanted to become mayor of Detroit and fix it. Then he changed his mind and decided he wanted to be in the military. He was always on some moral crusade, but that crusade changed dramatically as did his values and interests.
He was so bad at relating to people. He is the sort of person who would say the most insulting thing to you and then not understand why you were upset (that poster who rated his girlfriend’s physical attractiveness on a scale of one to ten and told her said rating comes readily to mind.) He once came over to my house yelling because his roommates said something innocuous that pissed him off and his only logical response was to throw his pizza at them. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like rooming with this guy. He had Mommy issues… and… totally bizarre and unappealing sexual proclivities that I thankfully found out about long after our breakup.
He actually possessed quite a bit of rationality on at least one occasion–that being when he broke up with me, explaining that two crazy people do not a stable relationship make. I was young and of the ‘‘love shall overcome all’’ mentality, but in retrospect he was really right.
The last time I heard from him he was in a graduate program in urban planning and seemed pretty stable. I worry/think about him from time to time, because, even though he was absolutely infuriating, we did connect in a way I’ve never connected with anyone else. He felt the same way. Sort of like, ‘‘Well, this is really weird and powerful, but totally disastrous as a romantic relationship.’’
Oh, yeah. Married one as well (the first time).
Yes, several . . . probably a lot more.
No.
But by an extremely narrow margin I missed being able to brag that I lost my virginity as a locked-up inpatient on the violent ward, to another patient on the same ward. (Hey Marilyn, wherever you are, I do still think of you sometimes)
Ohhhh, yeeaahhhh. My advice: Don’t do it.
I can honestly say that I haven’t.
Of the six that I’ve known long enough to accurately determine their level of craziness relative to mine, I’d say three were more crazy than me and three were less crazy than me. Seems about right. For all the one night stands and brief flings, I’d assume most of them were crazier than me.
Yep. I found out about a month into our relationship that she was a diagnosed schizophrenic. When I found this out, many things made more sense.
Yeah. Crazy bastard stalked me and terrorized a few of my friends after we split.
Someone told me the mere mention of my name still sends him into a rage, and there are at least 3 other girls I know casually who tell the same story about him. Freaking nutjob.
Through a weird coincidence one night the 4 of us were drinking together and found out we’d all dated him, exchanged stories and realized the crazy went waaaaay back for years.
The weirdest thing of all was, I only dated him for about 2 1/2 months, saw the crazy and GTFO. Let’s just say he didn’t handle rejection well. I can only imagine what kind of tales his ex-wife has to tell. :eek:
It seems like all my past relationships are with people of questionable stability.
Birds of a feather, I guess.
Yeah. The circumstances are really screwed up, but I wasn’t exactly the sanest person myself at that time in my life. The “highlight” was actually after we broke up, in which she started to seduce me and then ran off crying and reported me as having tried to rape her–with my roommate, unknown to her, in the room reading in his loft until the shenanigans started. Fortunately that went nowhere.
There have been a few times I’ve dodged the crazy bullet as well, and a few times I’ve had sex with people who were at least not in touch with reality but not particularly insane (one of them was under the impression they were having sex with me because their tarot cards told them to look for someone of my name and description). As for dodging the bullet, I have a story that’s both similar and (fortunately) on a shorter timeframe than olives with the genders reversed. We had actually met online in an arbitrary general-interest chatroom and discovered we were going to be on different floors of the same dorm at the same school. I also had a friend strikingly like Rick–two of them, in fact. Who ended up forming a sort of bizarre lesbian multiple-personality polyamory commune that is occasionally based on a shared belief that all their multiples are fictional characters from books/games.
There simply is no one crazier than me. 
Wanna fuck?