I met Bob at a bar not far from my home. After talking for a while, we discovered that we lived in the same complex. The area's great. Lots of grass and trees, with a path along a river perfect for biking and running. Shortly after discovering we were neighbors, Bob became a perfect candidate not for my heart, but my blog.
Bob: You live there? I just moved into that neighborhood. I live on the corner near the water.
Me: Oh yeah? The neighborhood's great. You'll love it.
Bob: Yeah. I like that bike path down there. Do you have a bike?
Bob: Tell you what. You bring your bike down my way and we'll go for a ride together.
Me: Hmm. That sounded a bit arrogant. What happened to asking? Maybe I'll tell him about the last time I rode a bike. That'll be a turn off. I'm not much of a bike rider these days. the last time I rode my bike, I actually had to get off of it and walk it up a hill! (yes, sad, but true)
Bob: Wow, that's pretty bad.
Me: Good. It worked.
Bob: Well then, bring your running shoes down and we'll go for a run instead.
Me: Shit. Another statement. How do I say no to a statement? I've got to go to the bathroom. See you later.
Ok, so my exit was neither kind nor graceful. But, If you're telling me what to do and we don't even know each other, that red flag negates all rules of engagement.