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I'm Sam.

And John, what is your red flag?

My red flag is that I do not believe in red flags.

Bro, that's a walking red flag right there.

Does not exist. I'm not holding anything. You're, I read your sweater and I read nothing. He's colorblind. I'm flag blind. He's flag blind. He doesn't see flag colors. Where is this? No. Wow. I'm so progressive. The audience says my red flag is that I'm a fuck boy, so. They said that about you? Oh my God. What is John's red flag? Yeah, yeah. Actually, comment below what is my red flag? I'm very curious to know. Let's get into this story. So this actually comes from our beautiful O KOP family. Green flag. Thought I'd switch it up a bit from an an AMI the A whole post to a date from hell.

Oh, God.

This is a long story, but a lot happened on this date.

So, this is back in 2019.

Six months after I, 23 female, now 19 female then, got my heartbroken for the very first time.

Nothing like the first love heartbreak, you know. I never was

fond of love. So when I actually experienced it, I was devastated when I lost it. Took a while to get back

on my feet, but when I did, I was immediately reminded of why dating sucks. When I hit the six-month

mark for my breakup, one of my friends suggested I go on Tinder slash dating apps to get my mind off my ex. Rebounding, not the best solution, but led me to greater things. So, I created a profile and immediately got matches. All right, O.P. We get it. You're hot. All right. Back then, I was heavily into memes and bonded with one dude, Let's call him. Dylan 21 male. Big name.

We would send our meme collection and make a lot of jokes. Laughing again felt nice. Not long after

connecting, I agreed to go on a date with him. Is Dylan's real name Riley? Ooh, big pro team.

The timeline is kind of matching up a little bit. It is. Although I think Riley mainly mains like hinge. I don't think he's much of a Tinder guy. Is that true, Riley? Yeah, I'm not. I got scared of Tinder. That's an okay story time, right? Oh, why Riley is afraid of Tinder. Why Riley is afraid of Tinder is a great, great story title. Best title. Now, I want to clarify this guy was super nice and a good person. The odds were just not in his favor on how successful the date was, considering all the signs pointed to it not working out. It started with him picking me up. It was raining super hard that day, so I waited at my apartment window to see when he arrived. He texted me he was there, but I didn't see any new cars pull up. I went outside on my balcony to get a lay of the land slash parking lot. And I spotted a Jeep Cherokee that matched his description across the lot, two buildings down. I texted him explaining he was at the wrong building. He seemed confused on where to go. So I told him to stay put and I would walk over there. Unfortunately, my sister took the only umbrella we had in the apartment for work. My umbrella was in my car that my sister also took to work, so I was forced to freeball it in the rain. It wouldn't have been that bad if it weren't for Zeus bringing the full wrath down on us. Oh my God. Red-ish flag for maybe him not like going up to the door or whatever. Yeah, like like, like be, I would have been like no, just we're going to work this out. Give me instructions. I'm pulling up your door. So you don't have to run in the rain for sure. For sure. I would say tiny red flag. I walked over to his car, couldn't run due to kneecap issues. and by the time I got in, my makeup was heavily smeared. Oh,

that's rough.

That's why she probably. over to his car couldn't run due to kneecap issues and by the time I got in my makeup was heavily

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