You know what?
I am a real masochist. Not sexually. Just in life.
Why? I date psychos. Yeah - totally psychotic girls.
That is not really correct - I don't date them - I stay with them.
Lets rewind. First stop Julia. Oh this tall, red hair, intellectual witch! She was my first love - and the first girl who ripped my heart out of my chest. I still remember it. It has to be 17 years ago or so. We were good together - we laughed often and our sex - well from my side I liked it.
And then I found out, that she slept with a class mate. Was just "inter-changed".
She gave me before a hard time - was jealous [ok - she wasn't a crazy jealous bitch as the ones after her] - but yeah - a jealous girl, which then betrayed me - the story of my life.
Well - things like that should only happen one or two times; should they?
Next stop - Stephanie. Oh Steph - the stuff, dreams are made from. She wasn't psycho- she wasn't jealous - but totally out of my league. In the hours we had together, she put my world upside down; she had the most amazing body I have seen and the most amazing tits I have touched. And she left me with a broken heart - which didn't healed for years.
In this time I was a bit a wildcard - I picked any girl, which was at disposal and dropped them as fast as I picked them… There was a stalker - which told me, that she is pregnant [we used a condom] - and she really haunted me - totally obsessed - don't know anymore, how I could got rid of her...
But then came Susi. She was a beautiful girl - however she had a character like a dude. We were most of the time a great team - when we didn't argued about small things I can nowadays not even remember. We were long together - 3 years and I left her for a short tartan skirt, a white slip - all on a girl which resembled more an Amazon than a normal girl. She was so juicy - but totally an office slut. Hey - her breakup brought my life in completely new depth: I was in hospital because of a myocarditis and a thorax inflammation - yeah it was quite serious - and the first thing what she did, when she called me at the hospital was to put our relationship to an end.
Hence she was maybe not the most typical crazy psycho bitch in my life - but surely she tried to kill me [softly…].
This was to be honest quite nasty. I don't really remember, which girls came then…
But then came Doro. Wow - this Polish girl, which was gorgeous and big breasted, I got to know in a nightclub I worked in. I still remember, how amazing the first couple of dates were with her. She was taking my will in storm. And she changed as fast into a totally crazy bitch. Yeah - like totally controlling and consistently obnoxious in her behavior. At the beginning it was still ok. I thought I can adapt. And she was working for an event company - means, she didn't had a 9to5 job, which worked pretty good with my life as hospitality and bar slut.
However then she got a job at a car-finance bank. Lets get to the point - she complaint, about my work times; she was jealous like hell - due to "so many changes you have in gastronomy"; she fucked with a fellow colleague an insurance sales man.
The only fun was, that this guy was even too afraid, to get face to face to me, when I rang at his door, to pick up Doro. Yes - police was involved and a very nasty breakup. Though still remember her super soft skin and her amazing plum like pussy!
This breakup was epic. A lot of broken heart, broken dreams and especially craziness.
This was a climax [or negative climax - however you like to see it].
But I am so lucky - another climax to a climax closed up:
Helli - or officially Helga [yeah this is a horrible German name - but it was her], was a girl I met in a obnoxious nightclub.
First she was easy and cool. Not the most beautiful girl I have ever dated; but kinda a good change… What really trapped me was, that she was first of all so relaxed - similar to Susi - however without the fights. So overall I was pretty happy - and she was at least svelte.
I met her at a horrible nightclub- which was the only venue with music opened very late [or early in the morning]. She smiled at me… I had nothing else to do.
All positive points just broke away, when she became pregnant. First of all her easy mind. She became controlling, jealous, a total crazy bitch. Lets call it like that: worst as Doro [you see, what I try to do here…?].
When she got our daughter, she didn't changed [however the small package was a treat]. She changed from free mind to conservative, crazy family bitch. And I was wrong at this place.
One more "accident": my son - and the relationship was over.
And then came my time in Berlin - not the best time I had - the separation was eating my resources as well as my positiveness. I met some girls - however it was a inconsistent time - nothing was really for real - until Sarah came across.
A couple of friends and me went regularly to some pretty low key strip bars. Berlin is not known for glamour… but the girls were cheerful and distracted me from thinking too much about real life relationships. I even tried to date a stripper [unbelievable that a girl can be more unreliable than me - but while we planned to meet each other, she always broke our dates]. But one day one girl, which wasn't really my type - however she told me, that her blond friend would totally have a crush on me.
Hence I talked to her - we met and the craziest bitch ride in my life started [and kept on for almost 8 years until today].
She started as coke head - no, not my coke [which is Coca Cola] - no real coke - white powder, snow. Let me tell you, she was really bad on this.
And then she started with this totally crazy jealousy; I remember until today - I had a drink with friends, was a bit tipsy [ok - I was rather drunk] - and was just on the restroom when she called me. And I told her, that I was already in the metro [drunken lies]. She never forgiven me for this… and became crazier and crazier.
When I went to Dubai for work, I offered her to come with her [yes I meant it, but I thought, that she would never come with me - we knew each other for a couple of month]- for my surprise she came with me. And her craziness reached new heights. I could not go for piss, without her checking on me and presume, that I text a different girl.
Yes - I wasn't an angel [see previous posts], but she totally screwed my mind.
And the craziest thing of her [which makes her the queen of all "craziest" bitches] that she is now totally changing her attitude upside-down. Having a electronic affaire with another one - still checks on me and presumes, that I am doing no good; is annoyed by my assumptions and annoyed of being suspected [which had a real reason]…
And? I love her. I really do.
I guess I am really having the crazy bitch virus.
Cannot live without them - typical can't live with them - can't live without them.
However most other girls were just boring to me.
To be honest - except some […] most "normal" girls were plain stupid - and I thought, that I would get brain cancer, if I would stay with them.
But there were also a lot of girls who were attractive and intelligent and normal and I was just not able to be alert enough to keep it rollin'.
My fault? Maybe I just didn't met a normal but fascinating girl - but this is anyway just theory - I am together with a crazy one - and if it is about me, our relationship will go on for the next 40 years.
