I've had an epiphany. Ok so I'm always having these, I'm just sane enough to keep these thoughts to myself on most occasions... I was stuck in some early morning traffic when this latest one hit me, watching the traffic lights turn from orange to red, and skipping the green signal despite the fact that I was already running late.
Wouldn't it be so much easier if all men had to wear warning signals somewhere on their body, clear for every woman to see? This way, when an innocent young single lady is walking down the street and passes a man who looks like he may have some potential, she's got a clear view of the warning sign draped around his neck. "Warning: Has a tendency to wear socks and sandals during warmer months", this way, if the tragic combo is a hell no, you can save the disappointment, turn on your heels and scarper!
Ok so the warning words might be too much to ask for. What about traffic light colours? That way, if a man is off limits, he would be a red. Wedding ring or not; a no-go area (despite what he and his past seven beers may tell you). He's probably got a girlfriend at home watching the baby. Or else he could be green; fully free and single and ready to go on an actual date... the type of signal every car waits for, but lets face it, is the very last light to come around.
And then there’s the orange – the ones I attract above all others. They’re not taken but although they appear single, they’re not in that state either. The orange coloured men are the ones with ‘issues’; the ones who just aren't ready for a relationship right now. Surely, if we could see these orange warning lights in time, we could slam our foot down and get ahead of them in time!
If only life was that simple! This lovelife here however has met plenty of warning road signs and is still an M50 work in progress; It's pretty much always in construction, has it's fair share of setbacks but hopefully one day will finally be completed! ;)
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