As long as I’ve lived, I’ve been told that women have a sixth sense. It’s like our boobs can always tell when it’s going to rain. I mean, they can tell when it’s raining. But seriously, women just have a certain instinct about things, especially men. You might think that I’m a little bit full of shit, but I promise you that I’m not. And you should always trust the small little pang in your gut that’s like, “Uh. This is a bad idea.”
I can tell you this from experience. About two years ago, I met a guy who lived in a different state. His band was on tour through Nebraska and he had played a few shows with my sister, so she introduced us. Right away, I knew he had a bad reputation and against all my better judgement I let him sweet talk me into a relationship. But not before he had a one night stand with one of my friends, of course. I know. I know it was easily the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
After we had been dating a few months, we had the “ex” conversation. You know what I’m talking about. The conversation where you both explain who you’ve dated before and what you learned etc. I heard the three magic words that should have been a red flag. “She was crazy.” I heard it over and over again for every single relationship before me. I thought in my head, “That’s weird that every girl he’s dated has been a raging psychopath.” But somehow, he talked his way out of that too.
A few months after that, I had the sinking feeling that he was sleeping with other people. Calls would go unanswered for literally days, and the excuses were just weird. But that was just the thing. Every time there was a confrontation, there was a believable excuse. It’s hard when you’re dating someone long distance to know exactly when they’re lying to you. I didn’t have any friends in his town that would tell me the truth. This weird relationship dynamic went on for a few months and it turned me into the exact opposite of what a “Bold Girl” should be. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
However, here’s the thing: in the back of my mind, I knew. I always knew. And I was right. Right after we broke up he started dating one of my friends. Their break up wasn’t so amicable, it ended when he gave her a concussion. Shortly after that, he called me to tell me about it and admitted to sleeping with at least 20 other women while we were together. DISGUSTING. The worst part is, when people told me he was bad news I should have listened to the voice in my head that was agreeing with them. Feminine instinct is a thing. And you shouldn’t ignore it.
Lesson #18: Always Trust Your Gut [Bold Girls' Bible]
