That's the start of one of those "good news, bad news" jokes.

My wife is smart, funny and beautiful. It was a good choice, and she is the love of my life. Good news.

However, it has also been my experience that anything that looks good probably isn't. That being said, this love interest of yours might be a schizo, in a word, crazier than I am, and I have two therapists.

Now, a crazy girl is also good news, bad news.

I've known what we call "blade babes." Yikes, I sharpen four or five of their razor sharp knives and they carry them all at once. Hair trigger tempers. The moment you are out of their sight they stalk you. Check the history on your cell phone. Smell your motorcycle seat. Weirdos on a stick. Does the name "Bobbit" mean anything to you?

To their credit, they are usually racehorses between the sheets, they love rallies and events more than you do, and of course, in a brawl they are the dangerous ones defending you.

So win or lose, the next four or five months are going to be a joy. Win, you have a delightful fling until she meets a nice button-down guy and moves to suburbia. Lose, and some hunter will find your shallow grave next deer season...

Bon appetit!

She is crazier than any other woman I've ever met.
She is funnier than any other woman I've ever met.
She's hands down the prettiest of all I've had.
She is capable of everyone of your warnings, and probably a few you forgot...
If I stop posting and go missing... look for the shallow grave with the guy inside that's grinning ear to ear.
I'm an owner.