Ren-I plan to.
And 50+ cats? I only know of GABA (yep, named after the neurotransmitter) and one other that I can't remember the name of. I don't see her as a crazy cat lady. And die alone? only if that is her choice, because I really, really cannot see there being any lack of willing guys if she goes looking.
And bats in her belfry? my arse she has. She's one of the brightest, most down to earth people I know. Even if she does occasionally throw writing implements at curebies holding interviews (it was to make a point, to be fair, and really, who in their right mind is going to complain about throwing things at curebies. My only complaint would be that she didn't bring a bag stuffed with bricks, and maybe the occasional hand grenade
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She ain't crazy. I've got a nose for crazy fuckers, and I seem to attract them for some reason as yet unknown to me. And kassi doesn't trip my batshitometer one bit. And by now, I've attracted, dated, dumped and on one occasion, possibly two if you count a certain incident with a rocket launcher aimed at a cheating new BF of someone's, nearly killing enough of the buggers for the needle on that dial to twitch if a flying mammal craps on the same continental landmass as I'm located on. [and to be fair, other than the rocket launcher...incident, the other one WAS in self defense, and I could have chosen to kill the nutcase, who was trying their best to kill me at the time, and armed with a samurai sword, at any time, instead I only used my own sword to parry blows, get in close enough to knock the would-be murdering fruitcake bitch from hell to the ground with fists, and, without pulling the trigger, training a revolver on her to make sure she didn't try anything stupid and force me to kill her, much as I'd have loved to do so)
The moment I detect a hint of nutcase, I'm off running for the hills, nuttiness in the eccentric sort of way is just fine, but psychotic nutball, thats another matter entirely. And kassi, I've spoken with her a lot, and she has NEVER given me the slightest inclination of any form of fruitcake-ness. Unusual, yes, but 'different from the herd' is pretty much par for the course for me. I don't think I've ever had a successful relationship with anybody who wasn't. (which, aside from the reason that its a turn-on generally, is a large part of the reason for my only dating on the spectrum now)
And she is one of a very, very VERY tiny part-of-a-handful of people I would actually willingly spend the rest of my days with (I can count, excluding kassi, maybe three people, total). In her case, there is nothing whatsoever not to like. Stunningly beautiful, highly intellectual and intelligent, fiery as Satan's own barbecue coals and just...well..its her..'nuff said. I don't get how anyone could NOT like that lass. One of my favourite people (of either gender) I have ever known. And her snarking off is ALWAYS both well-aimed and funny as fuck. You'd not get more amusing if a vicar were to pull his kecks down mid-sermon and intersperse every third word with 'bloody buggering-' whilst serving communion off the end of his dick to little old ladies. She is just, well, as close to perfection as any human being can get.
