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***Today’s post is an updated version of “Wild Cherry Flags.” Enjoy, and have a good weekend***
So, at my Madame Noire column this week, the first question was from a guy who ruined a seemingly good relationship by being too pressed. (What exactly is too pressed? Well, traveling across state lines to see someone who specifically told you not to come seems to meet the “too pressed” distinction)
As I pointed out in my response, if this guy would have just read VSB, he would have realized that “being too f*cking” pressed” might just be the only universal red flag; the one thing that everybody regards as a total no-no. We all hate super clingy people, and this hate is more intense than the white-hot heat of 1,000 pairs of Delta panties.
Actually, lemme rephrase that. Everybody hates super clingy potential mates…except me.
Now obviously, being with a Clingon wouldn’t be my optimum choice. Although I’m not a space Nazi, I do appreciate some alone time for writing, “pastor racing“, “nothing doing” (Which is slowly becoming my favorite hobby. Seriously, you haven’t lived until you’ve marked off some time in your schedule to do… absolutely nothing. It’s a blast), and other leisurely independant activities.
But, if I were forced to choose between dating a “clingy” chick and a “cold” chick, “clingy” would win every time. Personally, i’d much rather be bombarded with attention than be in a romantic relationship devoid of it.
Again, I’m not saying that I’d prefer it, but there are worse qualities a women can have — “smoker’s laugh,” “being from Texas,” etc — and I can live with clingy.
Anyway, people of VSB.com, I’m curious: Can you think of any attributes and/or personal characteristics that are red flags and/or dealbreakers for pretty much everyone…except you?
Are you cool with cats who call 50 times a day? Willing to work with women who don’t go give head? Down to date dudes who aren’t tall enough to ride Ferris wheels?
The carpet is yours.
SPECIAL DELIVERY: One last reminder that tomorrow, Sep 3, from 10pm-3am, VSB (along with Shine On Me and Just Cause) is throwing the second installment of #Reminisce at Liv Nightclub in DC. It’s all 90s music and we get in. Come hang with VSB P and have a shot or twelve. It’s free b4 11pm ($10 after), OPEN BAR FROM 10-11 and no dress code. Just a good damn time. See you Sat!