b118 (7.13-1.2024): "that's a yellow card"

“that’s a yellow card” [i]
by a. w. arning
 
“that’s a yellow card”
a first-time warning, yes
it doesn’t really need to be a thing we must address
it might be something that you did or something that you said
“that’s a yellow card”
 
(the next one will be red)
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·       i agree with richard cooper (and with orion taraban) that, as a younger man, i was often baited-into arguments and anger by women who (in all likelihood) wanted something other than me being angry.

·       once one's anger arises, however, he loses.
 
nowadays, i avoid heated arguments (especially with women).  i treat the person who wants to argue like i’d treat someone with a loaded gun in their hand: i find a way to get myself (safely) out of the situation, and i avoid that situation in the future.
 
what this means, in a sexual-interrelationship with a woman, you have got to be ready to walk away – at the first sign.  depending upon what she does or says, a yellow card might be appropriate (as a warning).  the red card must be at the ready.
 
obviously, the yellow-card/red-card system will be exponentially easier to enact if she is not in your home.  gentlemen: once you commit, and (heaven forbid) once you cohabitate, you (in essence) trap yourself.  marriage would be the worst-case scenario trap... if your wife happened to be a master-baiter. 
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[i] martino, j. (7.13-1.2024). “that’s a yellow card.” book 118: night & day Game. © 2024 by wellnesseducation.us.
 
[ii] yellow-card/red-card theory by richard cooper: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNh-igYtl5Y&t=1s

* in my last relationship, i displayed an enormous amount of patience.  i displayed yellow card behavior (but got sucked-in to considering each situation from her perspective -- and her past).  eventually, it became obvious that (most likely) she (1) contributed to a lot of her past problems, and (2) was not going to behave as a high-value lady, probably ever.   she (event-u-all-y) pushed me to pull the red card, which, in hindsight, equated to doing me a favor.