It happened again.

If you’ve read my blog much you will know what I am talking about. I yet again attracted a woman that just screams drama. Of course, if you’ve been reading this blog for long you’ve noticed that there have not been many “crazy chick” posts lately, and that those I have shared have been more of the “So I said hell no” variety than the drawn out tales that, while they often involved some great sex, more often than not were the result of a series of very bad decisions on my part.

Now, I’m not saying this was an isolated event, because it’s not. In fact, off the top of my head, I can think of two other times recently a woman’s behavior set off warning signs and I turned tail and ran. And I am not the least bit ashamed of running away. I have been in serious self-preservation mode for some time. I’m not up for the drama anymore.

This time a woman on a certain social networking site kept flirting with me. After a while I decided I’d add her as a friend just so I can get some idea what she is all about. A few things jumped out pretty quick. First, her profile pic, which was the only one I had seen, was clearly the best picture ever taken of her. There’s nothing wrong with that really, but once I saw more pics, I will be honest that I wasn’t attracted.

Another thing jumped out at me: she lives about 1,500 miles away. Again, this is one of the details you wouldn’t know until seeing her profile. This wasn’t that big of a deal really because I assumed she just liked to flirt and, as I am single, I don’t see anything wrong with that.

But then she immediately started a chat with me. Within 5 minutes I was told she was married, her marriage wasn’t working out, they weren’t having sex, she really wants to have sex and, of course, she’s in to anal. Now think about that for a second. Within 5 minutes of even having the ability to relay anything outside of canned, mostly innocuous, flirtations, I knew more about this woman than I know about many women I have known much longer.

I actually considered cutting off the conversation pretty fast but, as soon as it started, I mentioned to a friend what it looked like was happening. We were kind of curious about which way this was going to go. The question my friend had, and that I was wondering a little myself, was exactly what this woman was looking for. Did she see me as being safe since I was so far away, or was she looking for a man to save her from whatever is making her unhappy?

Given the fact that she was wondering if I’d be willing to travel to her home state, and even talked about coming to Texas, it became pretty clear that she probably wasn’t in the “sees me as safe” category.

That brought up a very big reality of my life. I am no longer in the saving business. I do not know what it is about me that somehow I naturally attract some women who think they need some guy to save them, but that simply isn’t me anymore. I will be the first to admit I did it before. At first I thought it was something I needed to do to make up for what I had done in my past. Having been a total asshole for so long had me believing I have some kind of karmic deficit I needed to make up for. And by the time Heather came around I figured I deserved any of the pain and drama that goes along with that,

But now I am past that. I am not saying I’m never going to help anyone again, but if you are looking for salvation you need to look somewhere else. I am out of the salvation business, and I can’t imagine ever going back. No matter how bad my karma has been, there’s no way it’s worth all that.