She's Dangerous, Man

Thus far, I have spent the majority of my week with the theatre girl from the post below. She's fun to hang around with, but I come to find that she and I have very little to talk about other than people and stupid drunk stories. It doesn't leave me with a sense of hope for mankind, rather a despairing sense of dread that she isn't used to men being nice and kind to her. What sort of world is this that I've found my way into?

Friends from the theatre advise me against hanging out with her because she has done some stupid, ignorant things, including arrests. My friends have a point in that I cannot afford to throw my life away on that. This has to end, and it will when the week does.