They didn’t do a Back-Flips into my Heart
Once upon a time, there was a stinky, witty guy who smelled like old sweat. I went on a date with him. The stinky, witty guy was so stink, I had to sit as far away as possible in my seat and breathe the other direction from where he was sitting. The lady sitting next to me probably thought I was taking a Lamaze class next to her. Poor.
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Once upon another time, I dated a walking-red-flag. He was the guy who was perfect in many ways, loved the right music, voted for the right person, said the most wonderful things when I most needed to hear them. Come to find out, he is incapable of dating one person at a time, calling and showing up when he says he’s going to and has magnificent, elaborate stories and excuses why he didn’t.