A Chat with Leonid

Last week I took a regrettable scrape at the dregs of OKCupid. I try to walk the line between the optimistic and the realistic. Tilting toward optimism, I actually phoned a man who I strongly suspected would not be right for me.

During our phone call, this guy threw up so many red flags that I thought I was watching a May Day parade with Leonid Brezhnev.

At this point, I have come to the conclusion that any guy I date is going to have issues. It's only a matter of what the issues are and whether or not I feel like dealing with them. I will not deal with Leonid and his chemical problems. If the red phone rings, I will refuse to answer.