Article: 23479 of alt.peeves From: Nivlem Newsgroups: alt.peeves Subject: Being celibate because I seem to be a magnet for severely disturbed women. Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 12:32:38 -0800 Organization: Posted via Supernews, http://www.supernews.com Message-ID: <3F9C2F66.7000906@svn.net> User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; WinNT4.0; en-US; rv:1.0.2) Gecko/20030208 Netscape/7.02 X-Accept-Language: en-us, en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Complaints-To: abuse@supernews.com Lines: 53 Path: news.meer.net!sea-read.news.verio.net!dfw-artgen!iad-peer.news.verio.net!news.verio.net!news.maxwell.syr.edu!sn-xit-03!sn-xit-04!sn-xit-01!sn-post-01!supernews.com!corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail Xref: archive.mv.meer.net alt.peeves:23479 On Friday night, I was nearly raped by an alcoholic, schizophrenic 29-year old who still lives with her abusive parents. I supose that I might attribute things getting as far as they did to the fact that it had been so long since I had been laid. Or maybe I'm just a self-destructive idiot. The idea was far more tempting than it should have been. I ouweigh this person by about 100 lbs. I could press her over my head and throw her if I wanted. There's no way she could really force me to do anything. Nonetheless, she was definitely the agressor throughout. The lack of condoms saved me. The fear of STDs and unplanned pregnancy somehow overrode alcohol sodden randiness, and as she berated me for failing to have French letters on my person, I made good my escape. As luck would have it, this may have upset someone else who may have had plans for me. Hopefully those plans, if any, are now nicely monkeywrenched. The above wretched scenario ocurred in her living room, you see. She had fallen asleep, but the uproar about condoms woke her, and probably her roommate, too. Most embarassing. Our hostess is 20, which is too damned young by several years. She's the recently dumped ex-girlfriend of one of my friends. I must admit that she's quite pretty, but she's only of average intelligence at best, and seems rather impulsive and bereft of common sense. It also looks as if she's developing a cocaine problem, and doesn't realize it yet. Last week she was victimized by a date rapist. The guy was, by all accounts, a clear-cut slimy POS one would instinctively shy away from. When you find yourself associating with people because they have dope, and disregarding the fact that they make your skin crawl , that's one of those messages from gawd that it's time to stop using. She's also given to insisting, "I've never done hard drugs, just cocaine." Yeesh. How self-deceptive is that? It's only a drug that people have been known to inject, that has caused people to become strung out, blow hundreds of thousands of dollars, destroy their carreers, their health, and OD or commit suicide. I'm not sure how one defines a "hard drug" if coke doesn't fit. Anyway, I think she possibly had me targeted as her next boyfriend because she now wants someone big and tough-looking to make her feel safe. Since she also has some newly-acquired issues about sex, the fact that I'm not an obvious lech or especially touchy-feely may also have been in my favor. However, there's just no way I could let her happen to me. Dealing with all her problems and doing stuff 20 year-olds like to do is about as appealing as sticking needles in my eyes. Not to mention that it could cost me a friend. This would just be some wierdness, not peevesome, except that situations similar to this seem to be an endlessly repeating pattern in my life. I don't ever have much success with the sort of woman who has a future and the ability to make a connected series of statements. Unfortunately, this must say something about me. I'm not rich, but I can pay my bills and still have money left over. I think I'm in good shape as far as making sense when I speak or write. It's most likely that I have a degree of social awkwardness that's off-putting to anyone who's wife material. Given that I'm now in my late 30's, and the patterns of behavior are pretty ingrained, I may be in trouble. It can't help that I sometimes get mistaken for an ex-convict, either. If I weren't an atheist, I suppose I could become a monk.