Crazy

I overheard a conversation the other day between a young guy and a young girl.

Girl: "Don't you like Susie?"

Guy: "She's a little crazy."

Girl: "Guy's like crazy."

Guy: "True"

I had a guy friend in college who always dated girls who were a little crazy. Crazy-fun in the beginning, then crazy-wacko in the end. We had a conversation about this fascination he had with women who were just plain nuts, and he said flat out, "the sex is better".

And to men it's that simple, the sex with a crazy woman is so good, it warrants the risk of personal safety.

The phrase, "lady in the street and whore in the bedroom" rings a bell here, as I wonder, how many men follow this train of thought. Everyone likes a little excitement in their life, sure. Most people want to find a mate they can take out in public, to business functions, to meet their families, etc. But does the craving for something outrageous outrank the societal standard for something normal?

And what is normal?

I wanted to jump into this conversation and tell this guy - "the sex will not be worth it, don't do it - it won't be worth the slashed tires and the spray-painted profanities at your job, or having your mom pissed off that someone keeps calling your house and hanging up, and these are the best case scenarios. "
But, instead I just walked away and shook my head, thinking about my friend from college who found the windows of his Range Rover smashed after he publicly dumped this crazy girl over a radio broadcast.