I only date crazy (cluster B especially) women. It‘s always exciting, never boring, and I feel useful when I support them in whatever crisis situation they created. Somehow I confuse being wanted as support with love.
I tried dating more balanced people, who have their lives under control. Couldn’t do it. It’s simply too boring.
I really miss my unstable ex, even though the relationship ended with a broken heart, being broke as in too much credit card debt, a broken door in my apartment, and broken friendships with my old friends. I would do it all again though. The happiest days of my life were together with that extremely charming and sexy histrionic goddess.
Limerance is my favorite drug.
It’s the adrenaline triggered by the survival instinct, that gets one going.