Red Flags: The Game of Terrible Dates

Over the last few days I was toying around with the idea of a weekly column which won/t be about mental health for once. It takes the game Red Flags and turns it into a story.  I set the story at a coffee shop in a world where dating is mandatory. Then the woman meets a man who has two perks but one big detriment. Some days I might make the women have the unfortunate qualities. Or both. And by way this is not plagiarizing or anything. I’m giving full credit to the game (Red Flags: The Game of Terrible Dates) and I’m not violating copyright because I never make a dime off this blog. So here is something more silly than serious:

Red Date #1: Ever since the government had mandated dating, Carole’s Thursday evenings had not been her own. She kept meeting some incredible men then coming across some dealbreaker, sometimes illegal, sometimes immoral, sometimes just bizarre. Like the guy in front of her who just confessed he was wearing a diaper for “convenience purposes”. The bathroom at the Community Center was two feet away. Carole really couldn’t see how this  could be a convenience issue. Maybe it was just incontinence and he was too embarrassed to say. Maybe it was a fetish in which case it was harder for her to understand, kinky as she was and all.

                “Do you like concerts?” he with the attitude of someone who knew the answer. She nodded. Suddenly he reached into his wallet and whipped out several set of concert tickets. There was even a Taylor Concert in there. And wait….

                “These are all first seats. How can you do that?” He smiled mischievously, then says “I have a twin brother in the business” Carole had not known this and she blushed at the first thing that came to mind.  What? Who wouldn’t like to be doubleteamed by two sexy twins. Inwardly she wondered if the fabled twin also wore a diaper. Was it a family eccentricity?

                “Would you like to go to dinner?” Carole asked taking a risk. They never put food out at these events only enough to get you starving to take your date elsewhere.

“Sure let me just change my diaper” He headed for the men’s room, leaving Carole to question if she should run. If you looked hard enough you could see the plastic bulge in his pants. Carole concluded she didn’t have enough information to make a decision now. It was time to eat.

Red Flag: Diapers

Perks: front row seats to any concert, a twin

Would you date him?