I'd like to chime in, but let me preface I wasn't in a serious relationship with this 8. We were, however, attracted to each other, but nothing came from it because he scared me. Also, we we both in very unhealthy levels at the time we started getting to know each other. With all that said, he made first contact. He kept sending me facebook friend requests as we shared two mutual friends. I finally accepted and he'd 'like' my notes and also 'tag' me in some of his. He also provided his link to his journal entries, which were full of lamentation, intensity, and some derangement - stuff that I found interesting, somewhat tantalizing, but also dangerous. That's the word to be describe this individual: dangerous. I was playing with a loaded gun. We'd chat on IM and talk on the phone at times. I ended up listening to and asking him questions about 90% of the time; I didn't mind this so much because I'd much rather him know less about me and he seemed like a wonderful case study in trying to understand the workings of a ego-narcissistic, power-hungry, sexually-charged psycho. He'd talk about all his sexual conquests, of which he had countless many, and I am quite certain he wasn't lying about this. The man exuded sex appeal. And danger. And cunning.
I couldn't help but be drawn to his intensity. He was also highly street smart, intelligent, instinctual, powerful, strong, and off. He read me passages from Hunter S. Thompson books. This is all hypothetical, but I had the gut feeling that if he and I were healthy, truly mature individuals and wanted to take a stab at a relationship that we'd be unstoppable. We'd probably make some enemies along the way because we wouldn't hold back; we'd go for the kill as a twosome. I'd help him with strategy, calm him down when his anger blew up, and know how to be his PR person when tension erupted between him and his associates and/or competition. He'd help me be more fearless and just go for things without overthinking. We'd somehow end up providing a good balance to what the other lacked or needed to work on. We kept talking about escaping to an isolated island, leaving everyone and everything we knew behind. Fantasy stuff, yes, but there was something really sweet and innocent about this, too...but yeah, we were both extremely unhealthy, and some of the things he told me negatively affected me and charged up my paranoia. I wonder about him at times. Now that I'm healthier, I don't think I'd want to revisit that with him because I have major doubts he's gotten out of his unhealthy fixations. I feel for him though because he's had a difficult upbringing, riddled with real, actual abandonment which probably fueled his need to see the world as his enemy and something to conquer and consume.
5-8 pairings: not for the faint of heart, that's all I'm sayin'.