This is for all the single ladies out there, because I know you feel me.
Dating is very confusing. There are so many self-help books on the subject, usually with conflicting views, that where do I even start? Do I call him? Do I not call him? Give him another chance or strike out after one infraction?
I think most of us single women have a general set of "guidelines" for what we want or what we avoid. I admit, I'm very superstitions, so my "guidelines" probably seem totally ridiculous to most people. But I swear these rules didn't come out of thin air! Certain seemingly inconspicuous things kept coming up over and over again for me until I finally decided I was cursed.
I've posted about this before, over at DIK. I'm sure a lot of people think I'm crazy for it, throwing out a whole group of eligible men just because of their birthday. And I don't even believe in astrology. I just really really think that any Scorpio and I are doomed. Trust me, there's tons of precedent for this rule.
Think Sugar and her saxaphone players in Some Like it Hot, except without Tony Curtis and me riding a speed boat into the sunset. Yep, all that's left is that squeezed out tube of toothpaste.
It has nothing to do with the fact that our political views clash. I just have a long history of getting involved with Libertarians and then having it go sour as a Lemondrop.
4) Blonde blue eyed guys who wear camo and shoot guns.
I don't know if this actually belongs on here, but since that's the exact image of all of my ex's, I'm voting I steer clear of these fellows for a while.
I know this probably sounds unfair since it's not like all the Andrews out there named themselves, but I haven't met one yet who hasn't tried to pull one over on me. They're like magnets for bad karma. I don't care how you choose to use it- Andrew, Andy, Drew- if it's your name, keep on walking.