OH HELL NAW.
Though I may be a flag forager and skip like a moron in the field of fuckery, this red flag is the one that has beaten me into thinking like a normal, functioning adult ladyperson.
Ladies, if the new dude you’re digging on has a severe lack of testosterone in his friend basket and a boatload of chicks on the roster liking/commenting/putting those GD winky faces on his wall (especially those with names that could be a spice, stone or a name ending with the letter "i"), you better run like it’s Black Friday at Wal-Mart and a thousand bloodthirsty tigers are after you because their favorite meal is chunks of your ass. GTFO.
But SHELBSSSSSS! Having lots of female friends means he’s like, totally sensitive, or maybe he works in HR. It’s all breezy! Of course there are certain scenarios where a fella having tons of chick franzzzz is perfectly fine. Like if you’re a male cheerleader, one of those half-unicorn straight men that work in the beauty industry or some shit like that. But open your ears for a second, sweetheart. I’m about to drop some serious brain here. Hella lady friends + any of the following kinds of people = BUYER BEWARE (or risk weeks of making forts out of the Franzia Boxes you’ve been pouring into your face every night):
- Dudes in any form of “glamorous” occupation, whatever that means to you. Handsome farm guy won the blue ribbon for a sow he raised on his pig farm and you’re from WherethefamI, NE? Ladies be cray.
- Celebrities. Global, national or local. Doesn’t matter. If you don’t understand why, just, ugh. Why are you on this site?
- The guy in his friend circle known as the “cute one” but is strangely single 365 days a year since the age of 13.
Listen, if you’re the type of broad who enjoys trying to prove people wrong and just looooves a challenge (me), go right ahead and show me that these types of men are just misunderstood dark brooding types that make excellent boyfriends and I should put my fist in my mouth and STFU, go ahead and email me at email@example.com and I will happily send you a picture with my hand in my mouth. You can then give that picture to your man so he can put an artsy filter on it and throw it on his Instagram. You know who will like it? ERRRY LADY HE IS HOLLERIN’ AT BUT YOU.
You know I’m right.