So there I wuz....
Dating a blond nurse. Fun times. I certainly wasn't thinking with my brain, that's for sure.
About two weeks in the brain cells activated with an audible click while I was recovering at her apartment one afternoon. I looked around.
- No books. None. Not one.
- I recognized the meds in her bathroom, from my ex's psych pile.
- She hated bacon.
- She had a closet full of just shoes, and they were arranged by color spectrum.
- Her linen closet had only black and white, perfectly folded, alternating color, and she refused to use them.
Yeah. Everything from the waist up said run away, and I did. Two days later I was calling the police to my door for help, and she ended up in the back seat.
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I dated an ER nurse back in the day. Took two dates to see past her... "assets" to her crazy. A story best told in person over cigars one day soon...
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