This Aint News

I know I just wrote a blog, but this couldn't wait.

I met this guy on the dating site. Really cute, nice guy who teaches kickboxing. We've been talking and he offers to teach me, so I go over to his gym. We go to academy and pick up gloves and stuff for me first then go back and train. It was so much fun. The next day (today) he's texting me and calling me while I'm at work, so I don't answer. I get a text that says "You're just using me for kickboxing lessons. Why don't you find a better gym to go to". Okay... wft is that?? He calls and I don't answer, because I don't have the time or patience to deal with crazy. But he KEEPS calling and calling, so finally I answer it. This is what he says:
"Look, I'm sorry I blew up like that. I have ADD and not only that I have schizophrenia, so I get really paranoid. I don't want to freak you out or anything. I take medication for it, so you don't have to worry. And anyway the voices in my head don't tell me to hurt other people, they just tell me to hurt myself. So you've really got no reason to worry. It's just that I saw my brother shoot and kill my dad with a shotgun, and it's been pretty hard for me. That's why I freaked out. So, I'll see you Wednesday for our lesson, right?"

I think there's something wrong with me. I think there is something in my brain that tells me to find the biggest loser/ craziest/ worst in bed guy there is. I might become a lesbian. See if that works out better.