I love crazy girls mane, they're so hot.
Sammy is mad as a box of frogs, but I still kind of like her more than just a little bit. Going back "home" for a few days weekend after next, will get to see her for a few days.
I dunno... I've learned a couple of things in my time, I believe.
A few weeks ago we were partying with this *insane* psychologist (seriously, there's a trend there) when she basically threw herself on us, trying to see who would be the first one to make a move. My friend (who was the one who brought her with us) bailed the fuck out since he briefly dated her and knew she was up to no good, leaving me alone with her. She was sauced as fuck, and soon enough became
really grabby, until she couldn't handle her alcohol and I basically had to carry her drunk ass home (my friend rejoined us then). And of course, she also tried to get frisky there.
I used to think that thristy girls would be a God send for my equally thristy self, but now that I've been dealing with a number of them, the combination of desperation and the lack of stability make me bolt the fuck out. Big fat nope.
Edit: And her feet REEKED. She thought it'd be cute to take her shoes off in the taxi and the smell was SO AWFUL the driver lowered the windows without saying a peep. Had I had a sorry bonner, it would have died then and there.