What Not to Date

Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

I like to think of myself as normal. I don't really do anything too crazy or irrational, unless you happen to put a cheesecake in front of me. The same can be said about my dating habits before I met my husband. I'd heard about girls dating guys who were in relationships, or even married, but that was never my approach. I also found myself not interested in friendships with these sort of girls. It just seemed like too much trouble. I'll preface this comment with saying that I have a bad habit of picking up strays, even though in the last couple of years, I have backed away from these so-called projects. That was all true until I found myself stuck.

It all went down on a Sunday afternoon over a pedi. You never think anything bad could happen over nail polish, but it did. The worst part is when they have you by the feet, you can't really run. I watched someone who I bearly knew call a guy on repeat only to get voicemail. Not twice, but 20 times. I didn't want to think that someone would actually act this way but it all unraveled beside my soak tub. She was upset that her relationship had no closure and instead of letting go, she was holding on to dear life via text message and voicemail. It was sad really.

I learned something that day. Make sure when going to get a pedi with someone, that the person is A. Sobber, B. More than just someone you say hi to in the office and C. Sane.