So yesterday I decided to dive into spotting red flags with Pisces men after my coffee turned cold. Grabbed my laptop, opened a fresh doc, and thought, “Okay, let’s figure this mess out based on that disaster with Dave last month.” Started scribbling down every frustrating thing I remembered.
Here’s How My Messy Investigation Went Down
First, I replayed every confusing Pisces guy encounter. Sat at my kitchen table scrolling through old texts like some kinda detective with trust issues. Pulled up chats with Dave and even that weird musician, Leo. Wrote down every time I felt like shaking them and yelling “WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY MEAN?!”
Next, I hunted for patterns. Seriously, felt like solving a puzzle where half the pieces were missing. Laid out my notes on the floor – colored pens and highlighters everywhere. Five things kept popping up:
- That vanishing act when things get real? Dave pulled this mid-argument about meeting his friends. Poof – phone off for 48 hours. Classic fish move.
- Oh, the avoidance. Asked Leo what bothered him? He’d sigh dramatically and stare at the wall like a Shakespeare character. Actually happened while crammed into that Starbucks booth.
- Observed that eternal victim vibe when Dave blamed his “horrible boss” for forgetting my birthday. Again. Felt like I was the bad guy for wanting cake.
- Noticed how fantasy trumped reality every time. Made plans? Leo canceled to “finish his EP” but Insta stories showed him napping. Bro.
- Witnessed that sudden escapism spike – Dave downed four tequilas at my work party, recited bad poetry, then hid in the bathroom. Called it “channeling deep emotions.” Embarrassing.
Then, I tested these signs in the wild. Met Tom (yes, another Pisces) for drinks last week. Started discussing plans – saw his eyes glaze over like he was mentally swimming away. Bingo. Spot #4 activated. He then hinted his ex “just didn’t understand his dreams.” Spot #3. Noped out after one drink.
Finally, journaled the whole mess. Spilled everything into my notes app – the shaky voice after Dave’s bathroom stunt, Leo’s flaky excuses, Tom’s victim speech. Realized: Pisces red flags scream “emotional responsibility? Nah.”
Honestly? Writing this felt like therapy. Still wonder if I’m being too harsh… until another fish-man sends a 3am text about how “lonely the moon looks tonight” instead of addressing my question.
