Red Flags

I just read Dooce's latest entry (go ahead--the link is to your left), and she has a friend who has written a book of suggestions for blog entries, one of which is the following:

"What are your relationship deal breakers? Some folks are annoyed if a date shows up ten minutes late. Others look for something weightier, like a felony record. Have you ever rejected someone over something that seems insignificant to your friends? Or do you have selective blindness for red flags?”*

I have a story.

I love Joan Baez. I could listen to her sing the phone book and be enthralled. I also think she is beautiful. Back in the day, I had every album she had released, including one called "Farewell Angelina." It had a huge close-up of her face on the cover, with her long hair blowing sideways.

This guy came over to pick me up for a date, and he was thumbing through the records (like you do). He picked up my treasured copy of "Farewell Angelina," looked at it, and said...

Wait for it...


Are you ready?...


He said,


"Who's the ugly broad?"

He was SO history!

*Quote is from "No One Cares What You Had For Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog," by Dooce's friend Maggie, courtesy of Dooce.