Years ago, I learned never to date a woman who spends her free time writing goth poetry, illustrated with giant, teary, disembodied eyes. Since we split up (OK, she dumped me - twice) I've hardly ever said her name. Just referred to her as The Spooky Chick. Hell, not even the nickname is very original. I stole it from the Nine Types of Girlfriends strip from Matt Groening's "Life Is Hell." The panel features a girl in a black turtleneck (natch), waving her arms and saying, "This interpretive dance will explain how I feel about our relationship. The panel text read:

Woman from Mars

Also known as: The Babbler, Spooky Girl, Screwball, Loony, Bad News, Artistic.
Advantages: Entertaining, unfathomable.
Disadvantages: Will read her poetry aloud.

I took two things away from that relationship (other than all her friends) -- a total-body itch any time I hear The Indigo Girls, and an enduring love for really bad angst poetry.

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