Passenger Three

Have you ever been in a relationship where you are crazy and they are crazy and somehow your crazies cancel each other out? Yeah...me neither. In my experience crazy + crazy = crazy x crazy. Mathematically incorrect, but we are not talking about maths we are talking about crazy people. Passenger Three came into my life at a time when I was not exactly at my best mentally, and since he was not his best mentally either we managed to amplify each other's crazy to the point where I was put under the care of a suicide watch team and he was put on medication for bi-polar disorder.

None of this was helped by him being a close friend of my younger sister, a fledgling emo and 11 years my junior (what can I say...not good in the head, I think I already mentioned that).The thing about guys who are much younger than you is that they may have great stamina, but they also tend to have attention deficit disorder. Your sister is hot! Jessica Alba is hot! That random chick over there is hot! Yes, my friend, other women are hot, but do you need to share that with me constantly?...no. Also, going out with a person does not mean wandering off to be with other women all night then checking back in at the end of the night...I'm just saying...and another thing...yes, my sister IS hot but she is my SISTER dude, don't tell me she is hot and then start a wrestling match with her...not cool...

And so it was that Mr ADD eventually got distracted by the next hot chick that passed his line of sight. Man that chick is hot! Did you notice that hot chick! Yeah! She's hot! I'm bringing her out to show her to my friends cause man she is HOT! Did I mention that she's hot? And so is that other chick I saw over there, and Hannah Montana is hot! And wow! Your sister is still hot!...uh huh...cheers, it's what every woman wants to hear. And what happened next?

Well Mr ADD's next hot chick was paraded around town for a while before quietly disappearing into oblivion, turns out she had ADD too but hers took a more active turn. Not to mention that she was secretly a stripper and happily encouraging other men with ADD to observe on her hotness to other men with ADD and so the cycle continued.

And me...? You guessed it. I met Passenger Four, an older man (but sadly not a better one). Stay tuned for that fiasco in days to come.