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"Full male disclosure to follow. (I&amp;amp;#8217;m just being honest here&amp;amp;#8230;) Lindsey is a big, hot mess and I so dig it. And then there&amp;amp;#8217;s Britney covered in chicken grease, Paris claiming she&amp;amp;#8217;s going to try philanthropy and a pregnant Nicole going to jail. All are hot socialites that I would not kick out of my bed. There was a time when I thought nothing at all about remaining in a relationship with a girl who was behaving out of control. I think, at some point, every guy loves the train wreck girl. They can be fun, entertaining, sexy and great eye candy. A girl scantily clad with too much skin showing appeals to the most basic animal instincts of the male. Girls that have no problem showing too much cleavage on a regular basis (see Lindsey, Britney etc.) seem to be a guaranteed good time, every time. Throughout college and for a few years after, it seemed like my friends and I would always try to keep a few girls like that in our circle. They looked good and partied even better than they looked and always had cute girlfriends to bring along. These good time girls came and left so fast, serious relationships were never a consideration. Marriage material was not a part of the equation. My most memorable train wreck relationship was four years ago. You know how the paparazzi loves catching these starlets panty-less as they flash their flowers leaving the limousine? If you&amp;amp;#8217;re like me, you see the photos and think, &amp;amp;#8220;How does that happen???&amp;amp;#8221; Well, thanks to this relationship I was in, I can answer that. This woman and I had been seeing each other/partying together for six months when she exposed herself at a formal dinner party. We had been on the tail end of a long weekend of indulgence. I left her alone for two minutes when she nodded off on my buddy&amp;amp;#8217;s couch, in the middle of cocktail hour, legs open, wearing a short skirt, Grey Goose and tonic still in hand. I had no idea it had happened until, while carrying her to my car (we didn&amp;amp;#8217;t even get to stay for dinner), my friend explained to me that he had seen more of my date than he thought he would. We&amp;amp;#8217;re no longer together. On nights like the one at the dinner party, good time girls become more of a liability than an asset. Offensive behavior may be okay at a fraternity keg party, but eventually it gets old. So, no more train wreck girlfriends for me! The woman, incidentally, is no longer a lush. She has matured and joined the professional world and I assume her flashing/passing-out days are behind her. (And we did have fun together!)"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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