Of all the salient advice Oprah has given, perhaps the very best is:
When someone tells you who they are, believe them.
My date just told me he was undateable. In less than fifteen minutes, he’d gone from potential Superman to Walking Red Flag, just like that.
He got me to the date with his funny photos, charming texts and grammar nerd’s wet dream homophone chart, but then right away let me know he had a lot more baggage than the average bear. Three failed marriages’ worth.
At least he’s being honest with me, I thought. Better he lay it all out now than let me actually get into him and start caring about him, and then later down the road he starts slowly dropping the bombs when I’m already invested. At least this way I know what I’m dealing with. Or, more accurately, what I won’t be dealing with.