All Dilbert needs to do is meet an attractive lady who is not phased by Dilbert's verbal barbs and can shoot back some on her own...a kind of girl who likes to fix up "lost causes"...
I've had sex with the scarey eyed ones. Fantastic. But then you tear out of bed quickly and move to another state, preferably a state in another country and preferably a country on another continent and preferably a continent on another planet and preferably a planet in a different plane of existence. Darn, I killed Schroedinger's cat ....
While this isn't one of Scott's best, actually I think it IS entirely in character.... flick through past strips and you'll find any number of examples of Dilbert's untimely honesty coupled with sheer lack of tact and social graces landing him in trouble.
Paul McCartney's ex Heather Mills has some serious crazy eyes. There's a woman I see some mornings at my train station who looks just like her, right down to the scary crazy eyes. I've walked past her once or twice a week for the last couple of years, and I can't bring myself to make more than the most fleeting of eye contacts before looking away. I'm on nodding terms with half the people on my platform, but not her. I'm scared if I nodded to her she'd tear my soul out through my nose.