It’s not as if we all haven’t dated some, shall we say, “questionable people” in our lives. I mean, I guess I can’t speak for everyone, but lord knows I haven’t always had the best judgement ever.
But usually, I can at least say “Well, it’s not like he was a serial killer or anything.”
Not so for Sondra London!
So, dig this: back when she was in high school, she dated this one dude, Gerard John Schaefer who had many hobbies, including screwing in graveyards, talking about how his neighbor was a dirty whore because he could see into her windows and sometimes saw her naked, and also needlepoint. Ok, not needlepoint. Like any highschool couple, they had long, heart to heart talks about his intense urge to kill and mutilate women. Which is totally normal and not a red flag of any kind, right?
Anyway, she eventually broke up with him because his sad stories about wanting to kill ladies were totally cutting into her good time (actual quote, pretty much), and not because she thought he might like, kill her or anything. Luckily for her, he didn’t. He did, however, kill like, 30 other women. So, she did what any person who found out her high school boyfriend turned out to be a serial killer would do. No, she didn’t seek therapy, she published a book of his short stories and drawings. And um… the letters he wrote her detailing how he killed a bunch of ladies. Romantic, right?
But, surprisingly, things once again did not work out, so Sondra jumped back in the saddle and found herself a new love. Who, um, was also a serial killer. On trial. For killing people. Serially.