She's the wrong kind of bi

     I have dealt with a lot of nutty women in my life. Though I'm sure there were more, two have admitted to being bipolar. That is not the bi most men are looking for.
     The first chick was older than me by almost a decade. She was West Indian and had an amazing body. We talked a lot first and I was able to slowly gain her trust. She was reluctant to admit her past until I said "It doesn't matter what you did its what you do from this point on". Women always fall for that, even right now some of you are saying I wouldn't, but you will. She proceeded to tell me that she was bipolar. Instead of seeking conventional treatment, she self medicated with illegal substances. I assume meth or crack because she was from Maryland. Of course that not being the wise choice, she became an addict and started a career in prostitution to support her habit. Now I don't know how women can think that's a past that can be forgotten but it cannot. I know I asked for it and obtained this information deceptively but I'm glad I did. I have always made it a point to interrogate a women before my penis makes its cameo. Though she was sober now and supposedly clean I still couldn't take the chance or get over the fact that she was still bi and an ex hooker. She later wrote a book about her life and is doing well from what I heard.
     The second chick that was bipolar didn't have as many emotional swings but when she did it was scary. I'm talking about waking up and she's staring at you scary. She too was older than me but didn't have much sexual experience so the relationship was balanced. She was really shy and at times afraid to ask for sex. I always had to initiate. I made the mistake of telling her one time to do whatever she wants to me whenever she wants. I later found out that she examining my body when I was asleep. Now I'm a heavy sleeper so she could of done more than what she admitted to, pulling back my foreskin, spreading my ass, etc. The scary part was as the relationship progressed she became more depressed. Even after sex when, she would have an orgasm, and immediately go to her dark place. She didn't want to talk or be touched just lay and stew. After a couple of those I decided I'm not going to wait around and be killed by this bitch. If she could undress me without knowing, she could easily slit my throat.
     The moral of this article is to trust no one with your penis and be careful who you sleep next to.