CRAZY

I woke up to some text messages yesterday morning.  They were texts from a "friend" wondering if I wanted to engage in a sexual relationship.  He had asked me if I would consider going on a date with him about 6 weeks ago.  I said yes, but it never went any further.  He said that he heard from a mutual friend that I was interested in him but he also heard that I am crazy.  I refused his offer for crazy good sex because, I'm just not interested anymore.  So I guess that means I'm crazy.  He instantly opened the forum to cutting me down and trying to make me feel bad about myself.  Bad about myself because I don't want to have random sex with an underemployed old man.... RIIIIGHT.  Not to mention, he had to be drunk.  At 8 AM on a Sunday morning.  So I'm not going to hold a grudge, because I will see him again.  I'm not going to let it bother me either.  This will be the last time I mention it.  But here is my rebuttal.


cra·zy

   [krey-zee]  Show IPA adjective, -zi·er, -zi·est, noun, plural -zies.
adjective
1.
mentally deranged; demented; insane.
2.
senseless; impractical; totally unsound: a crazy scheme.
3.
Informal . intensely enthusiastic; passionately excited: crazyabout baseball.
4.
Informal . very enamored or infatuated (usually followed byabout ): He was crazy about her.
5.
Informal . intensely anxious or eager; impatient: I'm crazy totry those new skis.

As you can see, crazy has several different definitions.  Numbers one and two, I am not.  But I would totally own up to three, four, or five!  I'm having a crazy good life!


Men are stupid.

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