Yeah, I've Skyped with her for a few hours at this point, and I'm spending the weekend with her, we'll see what happens. Like you said, her crazy isn't obvious, so it is a lot easier to be comfortable there.
And yeah, here's me right now at work with a hat on. Nothing crazy about it.
And even with no hat (which I wouldn't be out in public with)
So. Yeah. I'm not sure what the opposition is right now, as I'm not really trying to meet a normal girl and have a lasting relationship currently. While the hair will attract crazies as well, I had this haircut when I met my wife of 11 years too, so it's not like it impossible to find semi regular people interested in a weirdo. And again, someone up there mentioned me being a 35 year old doughboy in an emo costume, I would argue the emo portion, since I'm always laughing and smiling, but I'd agree with the 35 year old doughboy. So, who do you think has a better chance of getting laid? The 35 year old doughboy in the crowd, or the 35 year old doughboy who's wacky and different? I've had the haircut, what, 2 months now? I'm telling you, its a massive difference. I go out before to a bar, and sit with my friend or friends all night. I go out now and half the people who walk in come over and start talking.
And lastly, TheBeagle was doubting the validity of my stories? I have no idea why. I'm quiet for months at a time when nothing crazy is going on, and in the last 8-9 months of being single, I've only slept with 4 women, 1 being awesome sex crazy girl, 1 being married lady, 1 being normal girl I had no stories about, and 1 being crazy Dominatrix chick. I suspect I will be sleeping with rich girl this weekend, but who know's. I'm not really sure where any of those experiences fall into the realm of disbelief, as I'm pretty sure my entire single history could be replicated in a weekend by a good looking college guy.
But whatever. /shrug
Ohhhhhh, I'll take a picture of my wall when I get home! Crazy Dom girl who was biting and scratching and all that shit kept grabbing at and dragging her nails across the wall above her head when I was able to keep her claws out of me. I didn't notice until Sunday night when I was going to bed, but she totally scratched the paint off and dug into drywall in a couple places, and the rest of the wall has marks across it. Like, I'm going to need to repaint a 3 foot wide/2 foot tall section of the wal. I have no proof she did it obviously, but I have no animals, no pets of any kind, and unless you think I would fuck up my wall to invent a story, thats all I can offer as proof. Well I guess I could take a picture of the scratches on my back as well.