Back in 2024 (I was already on the schlog), my partner for a college research project was a bisexual furry. She was cool and I liked her a lot and thought we would be good together.
Then, I found out that she was planning to go straight from the conference where we'd be presenting our project to Midwest Fur Fest.
I had already learned far too much about the degenerate shit that went on there every year, so it raped any chance of me ever pursuing her.
I feel kind of bad, because she didn't seem like a degenerate freak and she seemed to like me back, but I just couldn't take that chance. Never talked to her again, and looking back that seems like a manic/schizo decision. I could have fixed her...