Here's this week's most outrageous relationship red flag story from the editors of The Little Black Blog of Big Red Flags.

The Story: I am an aspiring stand-up comedian in the Detroit area with a list of, shall I say, "groupies" who like to follow my so-called career on a certain social networking site. Some of these girls I find very attractive, and, being a single guy, I like to explore my options.

There is a certain girl, we will call her Sara, who likes to respond to my posts about upcoming shows, usually with regrets about how she would love to come, but cannot find a babysitter for the evening (which some would say is a red flag of it's own). I almost always tell her, no worries, maybe next time.

Last week I received a message from Sara that said, "Great news, I finally found a babysitter who doesn't mind being paid in weed and painkillers. So guess what that means?" Fighting every urge to write back, "that you're a sh--ty mom," I went with the second obvious answer, "that you will be at my next show."

And she was ... at my next performance, as well as a simply horrible mother.

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