I played the field a bit before getting married in the 90s. In between the divorce and meeting Mary, I played a bit more. I learned from watching other dudes make mistakes with women so I didn't get too deeply involved with troubled women.
In short, I was lucky to see what we often call red flags in the women I dated.
One told me that she already had 2 abortions and a third one might render her sterile.
Another mentioned that her jealous and manipulative boyfriend was in prison and because of that, she felt she needed to date a different type of guy.
In the age of Internet personals, the flags were there as well.
Many didn't want to admit to their weight. "Why does that matter?"
One didn't want to go bike riding, walking or anything that meant moving off the couch.
Rhonda scoffed at me when I showed up in my Duster....."I'm used to being seen in something nice."
Dena claimed that most of her encounters were drunken one night stands. On a date at The Olive Garden, she gazed at the wine cart every time the waiter pushed it through the restaurant.
What are your stories?
One I dated in the early 70's was known to be
on the lookout for some stability. I owned
a deli situated in a motel lobby with a small
bar across a breezeway, which we both
frequented. I had no real claim on her and
she definitely played the field, hence my
suspicions.
A customer I was familiar with came into
the deli and ordered nothing but a luke warm
cup of coffee. (previously known for a
hearty appitite).
I asked about his not ordering anything
to eat, and something was uttered in
return (unintelligible).
It turned out that the girl I thought would
cement my future was absolutely on the
crazy side.
She had seen this guy the night before,
and during a goodnight kiss, came close
to biting his tongue in half.
Glad I refrained, as my tongue didn't
venture into the danger zone.
