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Closure Calls

This morning, I was listening to a segment on the Kane Show, called Closure Calls.  A lady called to see why the guy she was interested in, suddenly stopped talking to her.  After a long hesitation on the guy's part, it was found out that they were related...2nd cousins to be exact.  After he posted some pictures on his Facebook, an Aunt of his recognized her, and told him of the relation, and they were soon grossed out together.

That closure call went well, compared to others I have heard (creepy guy driving his 1st date around his ex wife's cul de sac...numerous times in a row...same night).  However, I was thinking how great it was to get people together to see what the turn off was.  Before we departed, my ex husband and I had a closure conversation.  Without telling him that he was an idiot, I just told him that we were not compatible.  Therapy, brain surgery, and a new personality just wasn't going to help the marriage.

Without anger, or emotional distress, I wonder how many couples actually go through that moment of why it's not going to work.  If everyone understood how certain people feel about them, on a civil level; it could be the next date liner conversation.  "Just FYI, I am considered egoistical", or "Hey, so I've been told that I'm a leg humper in my sleep...beware!"  However, in a Positive Patty way, I would like to say that someone's turn off, could be someone else's fetish :)

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