Every woman has the "red flag" conversation with their friends. You know the conversation, the one where she tells you all the not so great things about the person she is seeing. "He doesn't have a college degree. He lives with his parents. He still talks to his ex-girl friend". Now there are varying degrees of "red flags", my friends and I like to call them "yellow flags." It's more of a caution flag rather than an "end it right now because he's bad news" flag.
Well Andy's "yellow flags" are adding up. On top of the things I mentioned in my last post, he had said some things I not really ok with. Making a homophobic joke about a man he saw in the grocery store... Yellow Flag. Posting an offensive picture on his MySpace page that makes fun of the LGTB community... Yellow-Orange Flag. Referring to different ethnic groups by stereotypes... Orange Flag. Stating that he"should be black" because on hislove of fried chicken, ribs, watermelon, and white women... Red Flag.
You might be thinking that I'm being too sensitive about the subject and that it's ok for men to say inappropriate things. Yeah... that's not really how I roll. I don't think any of things he's said are ok. You might come back saying, well maybe he didn't know any better. Really? You are 27 years old and you don't know its not ok to sterotype people? Whoa... how did you get into college in the first place? Sorry for getting on my soapbox.
As I write this post, I think I've realized what I have to do. I have to end it. I clearly have an issues with the things he said (if it's not clear, please read this post again). I'm not sure how I'm going to end it or what exactly I'm going to say... I just know I have to. Oh, the drama!
So how many yellow flags does it take before you get to a red one? In my case 4, but just like the number of licks it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop... you just never know.
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