I had just turned 50 and was feeling a bit low. I had a successful real estate practice in the Detroit burbs I had worked very hard to build up. It was not an easy market, but I found ways to make it work. I was also on my third marriage and was starting to realize I had made a huge mistake. Why am I always attracted to the crazies? She was turning into a complete Looney Tune’s character. There was a very strong sexual attraction between us, but even that was beginning to fade as she was gaining weight and drinking to excess. I knew this ship was drifting towards an iceberg, I just didn’t know when it would hit.

I was working floor time in my office when a very attractive young woman came in interested in buying a small home I had listed. She had a smoking hot little body that her tight black slacks and sheer blouse showed off nicely. She had short, curly blonde hair and blue/green eyes with that crazy edge I always fall for. She was a character and rambled on about everything. We finally arrived at the conclusion this home might be a little out of her price range, but I assured her there were plenty out there that she could probably swing on. I suggested we set up a day and go house hunting. She jumped at that, and we were on for the next Saturday. As soon as she left the office a fellow agent laughed and told me she was a nutcase and time waster. I kind of already figured that out on my own, but she was hot, business was slow, and it might be a fun way to spend an afternoon. At least I would have something to fantasize about!

Debbie arrived at the office right on time Saturday, in skintight designer jeans and another sheer summer blouse, and off we went to check out my list of properties that would fit her loan. Being as she was a single woman who worked nights as a cocktail waitress, I tried to keep the homes I was showing her in the safest areas that she could afford, some of the working-class, blue-collar, established hoods in Warren, Eastpointe, Roseville, etc. It did not take me long to realize Debbie had ADHD and could not focus her attention for very long, but that spacey quality almost added to her sexiness. She was hard to read, but fun to be around, and after I dropped her back at her car after treating her to a nice lunch, I never heard from her again. Hey, she was a nut, but it was a fun date at least and we had an easy and pleasant rapport with each other!