Part of living at home, is that everyone knows where you are at any given moment. So I knew when I announced that I was taking off for Colorado I would create a shit storm of questions. I was in mid discussion with my mother, when my grandmother came over, and then my sister, and then my brother and his wife. All starring at me wanting to know why I was driving to Colorado.
How do I look my family in the eye and tell them, I'm driving all that way to check out this new food place that serves chicken wings?
He looked exactly how I pictured him; tousled hair, sly smile, blue jeans, and a tight white t-shirt. Cowboy confidence.
My family, especially my mother, were concerned about me meeting some unknown cowboy in the middle of Colorado. I was relentlessly grilled on all his vitals. They were worried that my body would later be found in the woods, murdered.
They always have a way of sucking the romance out.
He made me feel comfortable in his home. It was clean, shiny and new. Not a scary hoarder and bodies in the closet as my family had warned. He actually cooked me dinner and gave me a tour of his.....tiny town..... with it's cute old fashioned buildings. I had a good time....but.....
He had a few yellow flags.
Here's the variations of flag warnings-or the levels.Red Card: Do not continue contact. Psycho, smokes, doesn't want children.
Red Flag-serious deal breaker, which takes some serious consideration to continue the relationship (nasty temper, mean to people, bad hygiene, no job, etc.)
Yellow Flag-A concern, a small annoyance to take note to form the whole picture ( drives fast, curses too much, doesn't floss, etc.)
We will see with time if this cowboy's yellow flags turn into red flags. It's his turn to take the seven hour drive.
Real six pack abs, not a t-shirt with a picture of a bud six pack on it? Dude, I thought that was extinct outside of TV.
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ReplyDeleteOh yes....they were real. Every last muscle. Woohoo! :) It was almost sinful! That's why I drove seven hours. Men like this are a rare sighting.
You make me laugh. Thanks, as always, for your comment.
-Em