re: Would you date a woman who once had to resort to cannibalism for survival?

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starving, so she killed them. Not enjoying it, just killing them for food to survive.

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That does make the question more interesting.

I was thinking in the OP if someone was already dead before resorting to cannibalism.

But if she was so hungry she killed them, that means she has killer instinct. That would make me uncomfortable.

Do her bref still smell like boo boo?

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Do her bref still smell like boo boo?

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No…unless you’re into that…10/10 is based on what you personally consider 10/10

Hell yeah, there’s no way that chick wouldn’t be a complete freak in the sack.

You know she swallows.

I’d buy her a nice bottle of Chianti on our first date

Just have to watch her in the kitchen and make sure you handle all the butcher shop purchases

This seems like an extremely far fetched scenario my dear fellow

TO A LAYPERSON PERHAPS

Story time

Once upon my travels i encountered an indigenous culture of island dwellers off New Zealand. Amongst them was a white woman with green eyes and dirty blonde hair. As my nepalese gurkha guide/bodyguard exchanged some type of gibberish with their leader i called out to her, “i say! Woman! From where do you come?” She threw something resembling a primitive atl-atl at me. Fortunately a combination of my krav maga and cat-like reflexes honed by years of high level competition in jai alai kicked in and i dodged the weapon. After the leader assured her i was of no threat, in broken french she explained of her vacation from Belgium and subsequent solo kayak trip, having encountered a storm, scuttled the boat and swam to this island. After surviving on a pescatarian diet she stumbled upon fresh human remains of a rival tribalist who had been captured and sacrificed by her new company. Long story short, she indulged and thus endeared herself to this group of ruffians, who assumed she had been sent my their God as a sign of good fortune. At this point my gurkha suggested we scram at once, and after leaving them a bottle of Dalmore Trinitas as a peace offering, we were able to safely rendezvous with the helicopter. As i boarded the aircraft i looked back one last time as the sun shone on her green eyes. Alas, she made an obscene gesture, but my imagination suggested that a simple shower and coconut based shampoo would’ve had her looking like a 5 course meal from Chez Henri.

Don't feed that hot arse cannibal for a few days and strap a face mask on her... we gonna get into a new level of weird shite