UNBELIEVABLY, ALCOHOL WAS INVOLVED
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"I've dated a lot of psychos in my life, but nobody like that," Deweese said.
That says it all for me.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 21, 2007 at 11:48 AM
Drunk or not, this guy is a stalker. She should have smoked him out.
Posted by: wickedwitch | September 21, 2007 at 11:50 AM
On the other hand, if she makes a practice of dating lots of psychos, perhaps she needs to change where she's looking for men.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 21, 2007 at 11:50 AM
"Santa? Is that you? Why did you throw up down our chim-en-ey Santa? Why?"
Posted by: Cindy Loo Who | September 21, 2007 at 11:53 AM
She received misdemeanour citations for charges of disorderly conduct and interfering with a firefighter.
"I told them to leave him in the chimney and let him die," she said.
She was only trying to preserve Darwin's principles. I see no reason why she should be fined.
Posted by: KOW | September 21, 2007 at 11:57 AM
Jeff - she told him to go away and never come back. He tried to climb down the chimney and you tell her to look somewhere else for dates? So it's HER fault?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 12:08 PM
I think she shoulda built a nice cozy fire and settled in for the night.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | September 21, 2007 at 12:09 PM
"Chet's nuts roasting on an open fire..."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 12:18 PM
i'm sure that after a few minutes of smoke inhalation, the screaming would have stopped. She could have spent the time by running to the store for marshmallows.
Posted by: wickedwitch | September 21, 2007 at 12:20 PM
*snork* @ Annie.
Posted by: blurk | September 21, 2007 at 12:31 PM
Maybe I'll make a fire tonight. First I gotta find the remote control to the fireplace.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 12:46 PM
:) Times (or items--either works) like this make me happy to be happily married. No love is lost on the occassional nut you end up meeting in the dating pool. I once went out with a guy, once-- I woke up the next morning to discover he'd pitched a tent outside my bedroom window sometime in the night. It took the police and a restraining order to convince him that I was not smitten with his "romantic" advances.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | September 21, 2007 at 12:52 PM
She's just playing hard to get. I would go back . . .
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | September 21, 2007 at 01:12 PM
Well, maybe Jeff's right - women do tend to pick the same guy in different skin until they wise up and figure out the problem.
Posted by: DeskDiva | September 21, 2007 at 01:15 PM
MKJ - how many TRO's do you have?
Posted by: wickedwitch | September 21, 2007 at 01:25 PM
"First I gotta find the remote control to the fireplace."
Today's kids just sit around the microwave.
(variation on an old Joan Rivers quip).
Posted by: SW | September 21, 2007 at 01:28 PM
At least he didn't throw an onion at her . . .
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | September 21, 2007 at 01:29 PM
I can't believe you would say that, Desk. It's bad enough for a guy (read: Jeff) to make a sweeping generalization about women, but for you to join in and, in essence, speak for all of us is disturbing, to me anyway.
Posted by: Eleanor | September 21, 2007 at 01:59 PM
I think both of these maroons should enroll in the Britney Spears Remedial Charm School.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | September 21, 2007 at 02:03 PM
MKJ, that's one crazy story! And they arrested him? I wish I was still practicing law. Sounds like there's a new crime every day: Assault with onion.
*snork*
Posted by: Eleanor | September 21, 2007 at 02:22 PM
El, maybe DD should have said "SOME" women. But I think we've all known women in that pattern, and some of said women are even related to us. You're a lawyer, right? Ever get any repeat business on the domestic law practice?
If it makes you feel any better (it shouldn't), I've seen guys do the same thing. Sometimes the women have the same NAMES. And there's the whole "marry your mother's psychic clone" thing...
Posted by: padraig | September 21, 2007 at 02:28 PM
Ellie: he probably didn't realize it would make her head hurt . . .
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | September 21, 2007 at 02:34 PM
Hardly, Annie. I said that since - in her words - "I've dated a lot of psychos in my life" - she needs to look elsewhere.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | September 21, 2007 at 02:41 PM
padraig, in this case, though, she had said, 'No' and locked her doors. Somehow it's HER fault that he tried to get in her chimney? And I'm sure he'll be happy to pay for the whole the firemen knocked in her house to get him out. Next you're gonna say she dressed for it so she deserved it.
Repeating relationship mistakes, as you said, is hardly limited to women. It takes an effort to change your ways. Like dieting, for instance. But this ain't the case here.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 02:43 PM
ww: Who told you about those?
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | September 21, 2007 at 02:45 PM
just had this feeling MKJ!
Posted by: wickedwitch | September 21, 2007 at 02:46 PM
jeffie - irrevelant - why does it matter where she was looking, and perhaps she had looked in a bunch of different places? Psychos are everywhere. When she had had enough, she locked him out. Good for her, bad for the chimney.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 02:47 PM
I take your point, padraig. :) I just don't like generalizations, about men or women.
Posted by: Eleanor | September 21, 2007 at 03:00 PM
Generalizations always suck.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 03:08 PM
Generally, anyway.
Posted by: blurk | September 21, 2007 at 03:14 PM
Just like all extreme statements are horrible.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | September 21, 2007 at 03:21 PM
I say that all the time!
Except when I don't.
Posted by: blurk | September 21, 2007 at 03:34 PM
True story - a neighbor of mine was devoted to his wife, a sweet and lovely and smart lady. One awful day, she had a cerebral hemmorhage and died a day later. We were all devastated, and our neighbor, who was himself a terrific, well balanced person, became rather withdrawn and about a year later moved away. We didn't hear from him for years, until one Sunday afternoon he showed up at our house and introduced us to his new wife.
She was an absolute clone of his first wife, and our jaws just hung limp when we saw her. It was perhaps my weirdest experience ever.
This has nothing to do with repeatedly picking mates with character flaws, but the topic reminded me of this unbelievably eerie, unforgettable situation.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | September 21, 2007 at 03:50 PM
..and I don't know how many times I've run into men whose girlfriends/mistresses are basically clones of their wives, minus about ten years. (I always privately hope the wives involved will leave a cheerful little note and run off with the poolboy, but that's just me being mean.)
Posted by: Betsy | September 21, 2007 at 04:35 PM
YAY for the woman!!
and *snork* at her "...let him die" comment.
Posted by: Siouxie | September 21, 2007 at 05:05 PM
Did anyone catch the video? She kept flinging bottles and other things at his head and he was undeterred. Now that is infatuation...and quite a skull!
Posted by: Joan | September 21, 2007 at 05:21 PM