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Apr. 30th, 2009
You are driving towards the casino at high speed on a narrow and twisting road. It is a late summer evening. A hot girl in a hot car zips past you, and you decide to race her. She wins by being a little more maneuverable and by taking bigger risks.
At the casino, you check in, eat dinner, and play cards. Over the course of the night, you win a lot of money -- serious money. You begin writing a resignation letter in your head, in fact. The hot girl comes and sits at your table, makes a bunch of big bets, and loses. You notice that she is running out of money, and you offer to go in on a big bet with her -- if you win, she'll make back all she lost, and you'll make a big chunk of change, too. You lose.
She sleeps with you, then goes back to her room. In the morning you find a suicide note -- she's going to drown herself.
You rush to the beach, where you and she are kidnapped by thugs hired by her father. Daddy offers you big money if you'll marry her. "Hell no," you say, "she needs a psych ward, not a husband." She is hot, however, and Daddy agrees to send her for treatment in Switzerland.
A few months later work takes you to Switzerland. As you are winding things down, you meet the hot crazy girl at a Christmas Eve party, take her to a hotel, and sleep with her again. You propose marriage and she accepts. You tell her to meet you in Munich in a week, and on New Year's Day you get married.
What the heck kind of mature relationship is that?
Bond, James Bond, in _On Her Majesty's Secret Service_, by Ian Fleming.
Less than 24 hours later, Blofeld kills her.
At the casino, you check in, eat dinner, and play cards. Over the course of the night, you win a lot of money -- serious money. You begin writing a resignation letter in your head, in fact. The hot girl comes and sits at your table, makes a bunch of big bets, and loses. You notice that she is running out of money, and you offer to go in on a big bet with her -- if you win, she'll make back all she lost, and you'll make a big chunk of change, too. You lose.
She sleeps with you, then goes back to her room. In the morning you find a suicide note -- she's going to drown herself.
You rush to the beach, where you and she are kidnapped by thugs hired by her father. Daddy offers you big money if you'll marry her. "Hell no," you say, "she needs a psych ward, not a husband." She is hot, however, and Daddy agrees to send her for treatment in Switzerland.
A few months later work takes you to Switzerland. As you are winding things down, you meet the hot crazy girl at a Christmas Eve party, take her to a hotel, and sleep with her again. You propose marriage and she accepts. You tell her to meet you in Munich in a week, and on New Year's Day you get married.
What the heck kind of mature relationship is that?
Bond, James Bond, in _On Her Majesty's Secret Service_, by Ian Fleming.
Less than 24 hours later, Blofeld kills her.
You are driving towards the casino at high speed on a narrow and twisting road. It is a late summer evening. A hot girl in a hot car zips past you, and you decide to race her. She wins by being a little more maneuverable and by taking bigger risks.
At the casino, you check in, eat dinner, and play cards. Over the course of the night, you win a lot of money -- serious money. You begin writing a resignation letter in your head, in fact. The hot girl comes and sits at your table, makes a bunch of big bets, and loses. You notice that she is running out of money, and you offer to go in on a big bet with her -- if you win, she'll make back all she lost, and you'll make a big chunk of change, too. You lose.
She sleeps with you, then goes back to her room. In the morning you find a suicide note -- she's going to drown herself.
You rush to the beach, where you and she are kidnapped by thugs hired by her father. Daddy offers you big money if you'll marry her. "Hell no," you say, "she needs a psych ward, not a husband." She is hot, however, and Daddy agrees to send her for treatment in Switzerland.
A few months later work takes you to Switzerland. As you are winding things down, you meet the hot crazy girl at a Christmas Eve party, take her to a hotel, and sleep with her again. You propose marriage and she accepts. You tell her to meet you in Munich in a week, and on New Year's Day you get married.
What the heck kind of mature relationship is that?
Bond, James Bond, in _On Her Majesty's Secret Service_, by Ian Fleming.
Less than 24 hours later, Blofeld kills her.
At the casino, you check in, eat dinner, and play cards. Over the course of the night, you win a lot of money -- serious money. You begin writing a resignation letter in your head, in fact. The hot girl comes and sits at your table, makes a bunch of big bets, and loses. You notice that she is running out of money, and you offer to go in on a big bet with her -- if you win, she'll make back all she lost, and you'll make a big chunk of change, too. You lose.
She sleeps with you, then goes back to her room. In the morning you find a suicide note -- she's going to drown herself.
You rush to the beach, where you and she are kidnapped by thugs hired by her father. Daddy offers you big money if you'll marry her. "Hell no," you say, "she needs a psych ward, not a husband." She is hot, however, and Daddy agrees to send her for treatment in Switzerland.
A few months later work takes you to Switzerland. As you are winding things down, you meet the hot crazy girl at a Christmas Eve party, take her to a hotel, and sleep with her again. You propose marriage and she accepts. You tell her to meet you in Munich in a week, and on New Year's Day you get married.
What the heck kind of mature relationship is that?
Bond, James Bond, in _On Her Majesty's Secret Service_, by Ian Fleming.
Less than 24 hours later, Blofeld kills her.