Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Bullets dodged...

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.



1 comment:

Marty said...

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...