Title: "A Heartwarming Journey Through the World of Red Flags" Ah, where do I even start with my enchanting evening spent with Mr. Smooth Operator? At first glance, he had the magnetic charm of a used car salesman – you know, the kind that makes you think, "Wow, this is either a brilliant find or I'm about to get scammed." Spoiler: it was the latter. We met at a trendy bar that he definitely consulted Yelp on to make himself look impressive. I walked in ready to enjoy a night filled with witty banter, only to quickly realize that the only thing being sharply honed was his habit of complimenting himself. "I have a successful career, great abs, and I brew my own kombucha," he said, staring off into the distance as if contemplating his life choices while I tried to assess how many free drinks it would take to endure this. Within minutes, he proudly shared his extensive dating history with me. Apparently, he had "been with some really amazing women." Wow, so sweet of him to include me in the collection. As he flexed his ego, I couldn't help but think, “Aren’t you just the proud curator of heartbreak?” The highlight of the night was when he revealed his "hobby" of ghosting girls if they showed too much interest. He chuckled, as if that was a charming anecdote, while I sat across from him wondering if my best escape route was the fire exit