Alternative title: Red Alert!
Last night, a hot redhead hairdresser named "Elana" tipped me $30 (on a $31 tab), after flirting openly (at the Harris Teeter bar), giving me her card, and professing to be a "true blonde." She definitely commanded the male attention at the bar, but she said she wanted to "become attached" to me. If she wasn't there with her mother, it might have been even more over-the-top.
In the past, I would have definitely jumped on that in a New York minute, but (nowadays) I'm looking at things differently.
My budding relationship (with S*) isn't worth risking for some short-term volcanic. Another notch on the belt is not what I need. My ego, however, was stroked. I need to be aware.
"Elana" (although she'd be loads of fun, initially) ...would become waaaaaaay too much trouble... spraying red hair all over the house and causing commotion (at home... and at the Teeter).
Red altert!
There's trouble in paradise, even without the Elana Red Alert. S* went vague while sh--t-testing me, and I called her on it, and it was world war III of texting. S* and I have some issues.
- walking, exercise, hiking problems?
- trust issues, on both sides?
- kid issues, daddy issues, and mommy issues?
- the ability (for both of us) to go from zero-to-99-to-zero?
- will we actually ever be seen out, together?
- on the positive side: sex, cooking, conversations, attraction, shared values, memories...
