Where are the crazy ones?

I haven’t found a crazy girl yet.

There’s always been at least one crazy girl in my life: the one who’d tramp over at 1am to waltz through the Greenwich Foot Tunnel, who’d share a bottle in Hoxton encased in a red leatherette minidress, who’d skip work for a half hour of philosophy in Starbuck’s. The kind of girl who just sucks in her breath and says ‘Okay’ inside her head, appreciating the payoff of people who aren’t-quite-normal.

I thought this environment would be conducive to such encounters, but, hey, I’m on the MBA programme and everyone here’s all about the money. And I learnt several weeks ago that dating undergrads is just plain sad.

Where are the crazy ones? There are lots of great NORMAL girls, but…?

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