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Her response, which is a classic line between me and my buds now that I have broken up with her: "Why do you have to be so logical all the time?"


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I've gotten this line a 100 times before, and it gave me a ton of somewhat unhelpful insight on why men and women have such a hard time communiciating.


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Well, I've had two psycho ex's.
Ex1 - smart, Crazy awesome in bed, pyscho crazy outside of it. Too many stories but after dating <6 months she says we have to get married [!] I say not anytime soon, she threatens to kill self, I say 'whatever' she swallows a bottle of painkillers, eff me, I make her puke them all up, ask if I have to call 911 on her, she says no, she's fine. I leave and say we're through. 6 months later she calls me up and tells me what a jerk I was for not marrying her.

Ex2 - We fought so much *everyone* said we were a married couple. Things were fine until the end, but a short list of things we fought about:
size of apt in NYC, location, and the floor we were on
she was upset I made more than her [?!?]
I would go out with my male friends occasionally
trips to vegas - where to stay, where to eat, what Asian restaurants were good, what buffets to avoid for lunch, where to gamble, how much I gambled, where to shop, how come I won't buy her a $20k Mikimoto bracelet, why do I gamble, what kind of car to rent
taking Amtrak v driving from NYC
who should buy the tickets
what shows to see
what to order for dinner/how much I drank
how lame my friends are
I wouldn't go shopping at Saks with her every Sunday during NFL season
cabs v subway v walking to destination
she likes basketball but football is stupid/so's baseball
why I haven't proposed yet
why do we go to stupid bars/clubs/whereever
why did I get stuck in traffic on the belt Parkway at rush hour,
One of the alltime classics, walking home from seeing Phantom on Broadway, winter, very cold, no cabs anywhere, so we walk, decide we want hot cocoa, surprisingly can't find any [pre-SBUX everywhere in NYC] I see a McD's and get one, she refuses to have one there, get home, warm up, she starts a screaming fight I didn't find her an acceptable hot cocoa on the streets.

She broke up with me right before a trip to my parents, moved out [which was fine with me] then was dying to get back with me 3 months later, no chance, called me constantly for 4 years trying to get back, sending me flowers, gifts, sobbing her eyes out if I picked up her call. Etc. Insane.

Many strippers are crazy, but not really worse than most girls I've dated who have MBAs/PhDs.