Dear Speed Seduction® Students,
Wow. Just wow. You are really giving me some great stories about your own crazy chick encounters.
Please know that I read each comment and respond to each one. And I’ll pick a winner for “Craziest Chick Story” soon.
Now, as promised, here is MY crazy chick story.
About 10 years ago I met this chick at a party. She was a bit wary of me, but after I literally walked away from her, she wound up running after me, outside the party, and handing me her number. (Was this the first hint?)
Cut to about 4 days later. She’s over at my place. I give her the art tour of my place, pointing out the various comic art, etc.
We go to my bedroom and I show her a painting done by one of my friends at the time; it’s Eve right after she took a bite of the apple. She seems unusually fixated on it, but I thought nothing of it(Warning sign number two?)
She notices a book on my book shelf about remote viewing, and asks if she can borrow it. “Ok,” I think. “No big deal”. So I lend it to her.
We wind up doing the nasty thing, she leaves my place, and that’s that. Or so I think.
About a week later I get a Hannukah card from her. It basically says how happy she was to meet me, what a great night she had, and Happy Hannukah to me and my cat.
It Gets Super-Werid HERE!
So I’m sitting at California Pizza Kitchen when I get a call from Nutso. She says, “I just wanted to tell you that I only sent you that card to wish you Happy Hannukah and NO OTHER REASON(shouting this last bit with quite some anger).
Ah…say what?
“Ok….” I manage to stammer.
Then she drops the bomb
“I want to ask you a question. I want to know and I want the truth. Are….you…a….remote…viewer?”
(Pause here for a second: “remote viewing” allegedly involves the psychic act of mentally tapping into a “target” and describing information about the target, usually by sketching what the viewer sees . Google it!)
“Uh…no” I reply “Why?”
“Because I have your book that you lent me and I think you ARE a remote viewer. And I think you are part of the harrassment progrgam and you KNOW IT!”(Screaming that last part so loud the person sitting next to me heard it through my phone’s earpiece and turned to look at me!)
But she wasn’t done.
“That painting on the wall in your room? Every night since my trip to Mexico where those two men who wait outside my house and follow me to work first met me, I have that electronic buzzing in my head that wakes me up. And the night before I met you at that party, the buzzing woke me up and I saw a holographic image of that painting, projected in the air in front of me. SO I KNOW IT IS YOU!”
Heard enough?
This dinged-damsel procedes to tell me that she is going to sue me, sue my “masters at the CIA”, etc etc.
My response? “Lady, you are fucking crazy. CRAZY. Get help. Professional help. And never call me again.”
Can you believe it?
What do you think? Can you top this?
Peace and piece,
RJ
P.S. 6 months later I get my book back the mail, with a lovely “thank you note” telling me how much she enjoyed meeting me and inviting me to coffee! YOWWWWWSA! NUTTEEEEEE!!!!
Actually the craziest chick i´ve ever met did not got crazy while we were together, but almost two years after we broke up… We had a nice time, and hang out for about a month or so, but then I worked out another chick i kind of had the hots for, then i managed to brake up and “become friends” with this last one, (shame on me, but what the f**k, they also do this all the time…). So, no big deal, like two weeks after that she engaged a relationship with a friend of mine and stayed with him for an year and half, and I´ve lost contact with them… So almost two years after we broke up she manged to find me, I was already working somewhere else, living in another adress, but she found my name at google and waited at the lobby of my office. At first, it was great to meet her, it seemed like a coincidence and we went to coffee to talk… After that she said she had just broke up with my friend and finally said i was the best man she ever met and never stopped thinking about me… Without me asking anything, she said that a week later she was so angry with him that she told him she had been cheating him with me for a while, even it not being true (I still don´t know what this bit*h had in mind for telling me that), so i should come back to her so her story would be congruent, and afterall i was responsible for her braking up with him…
That made me really upset, and I said I would never put up with this and she´d better grow up and tell my friend the truth or look for a psychiatric treatment, paid the bill and left.
After this that chick got really mad… for two months she would call me at my office like 5 times a day and even the secretary could recognize her voice… At the anniversary of me meeting her the first time she sent me a homemade postcard where she took 3 pictures of a trip he made with his ex´ and put a 3×4 picture of me over his face, telling that was how she was really feeling that time… Now is this chick crazy or what?
The way i finally got out of this situation is not something I´m very proud of, but it worked, because after a while she stopped with this behavior and never heard of her again, thanx God, but it´s never nice to have people like this around…
Diño
Dang Ross, she IS crazy. Then again some of your NLP tactics are pretty crazy (in a good way)
Shoulda got her a tinfoil hat dude 🙂
LOL Strange!! So I take it she never sued you and your “masters at the CIA” ? LOL!!!
I met this girl a few years ago on the (sighhh) internet and her prom picture looked pretty good. 🙂 So when I showed up at her house she was “a little” bit larger then I had expected. I took one look at her and said “before this goes any further we must go straight to the liquor store”.
I did now want to hurt her feelings by telling her she was a whale. So after I buried my disappointment into a bottle of liquor we drove to the park. I figured I would just party with her then drop her off and be gone.
She tried raping me in the park. She turned into a raving disgusting animal. Obviously I could not get a hard on for her so I figured I would just fist her and be done with it. 5 finger fatty ended up being a psychopath stalker……