Nothing brings ol' Maddog around like a foul mouthed woman who won't take no for an answer. Ok, maybe that wouldn't work that well. Maddogswif certainly didn't use that technique. And in all honesty I don't remember ever being spoken to by a date, potential date, ex-GF like that. I have a pretty good BS/Psychotic Chick detector, however, so I probably just filtered them before they got to the wacky attacky stage.
I will say, however, that outside of dating, I have some sort of psychosis magnet in me that does attract the wacky attacky sort.
Two quick stories then I'll let you go. First, during law school I had a friend who attracted only the psychotic chicks, I'll call him Ed.
We had class every day till 10 pm except Wednesday, and on Friday we were off by 8. So, Friday's became R&R Pub Night. Each week a group of about 10 of us would get together, head down to a local Portlandian bar/pub and have a few beers to unwind. By the third week, or so, the single guys realized that Ed was a psychotic chick detector. So, they would have him walk alone across the bar/pub and get a table. Any chick watching him as he crossed was obviously psychotic, and they wouldn't go near her.
Ed was oblivious to all this. The reputation was well earned. He began dating a law school chick during this time, and sort of living with her. By the end of the first semester the relationship blew up when one of her ex's came through town, and she ran off to Vegas to get married, leaving Ed's dog locked in her apartment. She did leave him a message on his telephone answering machine that he should come pick up his dog. When he could not find her, he put out an APB, and finally one of her brothers called and told him what had happened.
Not the first wacky attacky for Ed, nor the last!
As for me, my stories are a bid odder, but ultimately more pedestrian. A few years back, I dropped into a local Starbucks to get a triple espresso, I was a daily regular, and well known. I walked up behind a middle aged woman waiting in line. She was all but transparent in her middle agedness, and I really didn't notice her particularly. I ordered, and waited for my drink. When it came, I scouted one "comfortable" chair left, and claimed it like a Spanish Conquistador, I planted my ass firmly in the seat. Then I began to read the Wall Street Journal, and enjoy my espresso . . .
. . . for about 10 seconds.
Then I noticed the woman sitting next to me was the woman in line in front of me. I noticed because she was hissing at me trying to get my attention. Not being snake, or related to snakes in any recent arrangement, I thought this a bit weird, but . . . Portland! So, I said, "Yes?" And she said, something normalish, sorta, but not really. I am not sure I every understood what she said, it was all english, and none of it made actual sense. So, I did the exact wrong thing . . . I look at her. Then she went full psycho. She began to accuse me of following her, and stealing things from her, and that was just the start. Wow! It was clear she was building to a crescendo, so I stood, took out my phone, and called 911, asked for police, and gave the dispatcher the Starbucks address, and began to relate what was happening. All while this psycho woman followed me around the store slowly increasing her volume.
About the time I started giving the address for a second time man walked out of the bathroom, I was actually walking back to lock myself in the bathroom to get away from crazy lady. We locked eyes, then he saw crazy lady, and his shoulders dropped. He walked over grabbed her by the elbow, and hustled her out of the store. That was the last time I ever saw either of them.
I told the dispatcher the issue had resolved, the woman was gone, and hung up. Ed would have dated the woman for 6 months, and then come home to fund all the buttons had been clipped off all his shirts, his trousers had been de-seamed at the seat, or some other flapdoodle.