This is a true story. I'm not just being cheeky.
When I was 19 my girlfriend had this date rape fantasy where she'd pretend to be passed out and I'd rape her. I was like, "Cool" because... reasons, and she was obviously working through some kind of trauma, and by "trauma" I mean "date rape." Anyway, it was pretty awesome at first but she started asking for it all the time. After about a month I was like, "Yeah, babe. I'm having date raping your unconscious body and all, but could you like, contribute something to this situation other than laying there like a sack of potatoes?"
TLDR- Date rape = Too much work.
That does sound like a lot of creepy work boy-o.
I am getting the feeling you are slightly attracted to crazy at this point.
yes
ha ha - well you are among friends here then.
Put me in a room with a hundred girls and I’ll go home with the one with the severest case of borderline personality disorder every time.