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Monday, July 7, 2008
Introducing Blanca: Red-flag warning system?
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
I’m channeling Charlotte York for my first “Misadventures” blog: “I’ve been dating since I was 15. I’m exhausted! Where is he?”
That’s how I come you; a tired, weary, yet hopeful 20-something woman still looking for “The One.”
I was at first hesitant to blog about my dating experiences, which have run the gamut from wonderful to hilarious to heart-breaking to downright bizarre. (Sorry, Mom, about that one time…) But then I realized: if I haven’t gotten a real relationship out of most of these experiences, I should at least get some advice.
It seems the more I date, the less I know, and that’s where you all come in. I’m hoping you can give me the wisdom I’ll surely need as I continue on the quest for the proverbial true love. And when all else fails, perhaps you can share a laugh with me over some of my foibles.
Like this one…
My fourth date with “Jeremy” ended with the 31-year-old man in fetal position on my living room floor, wailing at the top of his lungs. And for better or worse, he wasn’t even crying because I told him it wasn’t working out.
I should’ve acknowledged the red flag he threw my way the date prior: “My parents are terrible people.”
Yikes.
Had we not already scheduled the fourth date, I probably wouldn’t have seen him again. Sure, some people do indeed have awful parents, but I was weirded out by his blanket statement. (And other factors, like his claim about his altered brain chemistry.) Fast forward to the final date, when he wanted to talk about his childhood…ending in WailFest 2008. (I’m sure my neighbors thought I was engaging in some twisted ritual.)
I believe we all have “red-flag warning systems,” but I didn’t heed mine. Prior to the terrible parents comment, he was hilarious, smart, engaging and kept me on my toes. Even though I had a bad feeling about the family situation, I kept the date. Luckily, he left my house transgressing on nothing more than my tear-soaked rug.
What do you think about my “red flag” theory? Are there times you had a gut feeling you ignored, and later regretted?
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