I cracked up when I saw this cartoon in a recent issue of The New Yorker magazine (credit cartoonist, Donnelly). If only life could be this simple and clear, right!? It made me chuckle about all the warning signs I
ignored missed in some of my past encounters. Like the guy who managed not to mention that he might not actually be divorced (though he’s certainly thinking about it). Or the one who didn’t tell me he “goes for the jugular” in any argument, no matter how minor. Or the one who forgot to mention his serious shoe fetish…and if it’s not indulged, he can’t “function”. (sigh)
And then I thought, “well, this needn’t be limited to dating”, because look at all the other times in my life when it would have been so great to know who/what I was really dealing with. If only these people had their Warning Signs attached to their clothing it would have saved me a headache or two:
- My new roommate who was the most notorious liar I’ve ever come across. Among other deceits, she didn’t mention her 6-year-old son…until she brought him back for a visit (that didn’t end) one month into our roommateship-with-signed-lease.
- The smiley, really irrational Boss Man whose logic trail I just couldn’t follow. (Didn’t end on a happy note…although, in a way, it kinda did).
- The neighbor I have to duck because he didn’t tell me before I befriended him that he goes on and on and on about not much at all, but always disguised as a really important complaint.