Very attractive woman, very accomplished on paper, she’d recently returned from working for 2 years in South Korea for some Korean company or other. She was a great date, and we had some great conversations. Then I took her to a bar for drinks, and boy oh boy, the paranoia started pouring out. She claimed she was being stalked by a Bulgarian secret agent who’d started following her in SK, all kinds of craziness. Which is when I thought it might be a good idea to start cooling the jets on our relationship. Then a few nights later, she shows up drunk and I call the cops...
It sounds like someone shouldn’t have any cocktails.