I went over this misconception here.
I thought the Onion’s latest article, ‘If I’m So Crazy, Then Why Do People Keep Having Sex With Me?’ might be some good food for thought for this thread:
Of course, I get the occasional “Gina, listen to me, you’ve got histrionic personality disorder and you have an excessive, self-destructive need for attention, negative or otherwise.” But please. If that’s what you think, then how do you explain the men practically lined up around the block to hook up with me when I’m wearing next to nothing and dancing on a barroom pool table at three o’clock in the morning?
You’re trying to tell me they would approach a complete lunatic?