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I had been talking to this one chick who seemed real cool. We plan to meet up Wednesday for dinner. Somehow I joke around that she might be a serial killer and would kill me, when she states "I wouldn't hurt other people." Which prompted me to ask "well does that mean you'd hurt yourself?" and she starts talking about how shes been cutting herself since she was 15. She's learned to cut where no one can see (I put that info away as a way to get her naked later), but hasn't done it in a month and a half. She also stopped going to college "for circumstances out of her control", which doesn't really mean anything but was enough foreshadowing. She's into a lot of dorky things I'm into, and seemed pretty cool, looked cute as hell, and figured it wouldn't be so bad.

So I meet her for dinner, (she was easy to find since she was 4'10). She looks real cute when I see her, but somehow from the waist down shes got huge ghetto-booty. She starts to walk all limped ass and stuff to the hostess. We have dinner, all is well. I have too much wine and begin acting stupid. She proceeds to tell me she has moved from cutting to burning. She comes over to my side of the booth and shows me these giant ass scars inside of her waist line. The girl probably would be real hot if she lost 25 lbs as well. Oh well, I'll put up with it since she seemed pretty cool. We finish dinner and go to play pool, but the pool hall is packed full. She craves cheesecake, so we go to Barnes & Noble and get some cheesecake for a while. She later tells me that shes bipolar and just got out of a mental hospital. We chat for a while, but I think my drunken stupidity scares her off. I haven't talked to her since. Pretty (*&*ed up for a first date.

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she's a mentally unstable and overweight midget yet you worry that your drunkenness scared HER off?

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I was going to post the same [censored] thing. Dude, this chic is telling you how mentally unstable she is and you think a little alcohol is going to turn here off. You probably could have stood up, crapped on the table and wiped with her t-shirt and she wouldn't have cared.