By the time I’m in a lady’s apartment, chances are I’ve already figured out major red flags, such as drug use, self-harm, and the like. If I suspect any of those, I’ll have politely declined long before getting to her apartment.

Back when I was still dating, one of the big red flags I looked for was reading material. “None” was a red flag (no books? magazines? nothing?) but the big red flags start waving when I see entire shelves of romance novels, celebrity gossip magazines, and (to a lesser extent) women’s magazines. To me, these all point to a woman who is unhappy with herself, and engages in elaborate fantasies involving other people’s lives and made-up expectations that no man can fill.