In a dance club in Chicago, a guy I had met and was enjoying - dancing - suddenly asked me if I wanted to get a drink, and took my wrist as I said no. He took my wrist and pulled. Somewhat firmly. I'm not a wimp. I pulled away and said, "I'm not interested. No." And I lost myself in the crowd. He may have called me a bad name as I did so.
Was he a bad guy? Maybe not. Maybe so.
But I wasn't about to wait around and find out the hard way!
Not just about relationships. No.
When I was looking for apartments, I knew the first place I looked was right for me. My gut knew it. I still looked into two more developments, to please everyone else and their standards. "You can't just take the first place you look." Why not? Sure enough, I took that first apartment. My instinct was correct. I only moved out of that perfect place because I was getting married and we needed a bigger place.
I am an advocate of taking a night to "sleep on it", however. It's a kind of gut-check, I guess.
I was looking for jobs and had two promising interviews in the same week. The second one was the one that excited me. The first one gave me a solid offer first. I waited, and called the second one to see how close they'd be to making a decision. In the end, after sleeping and praying on it, I said no to the offer I had, even before getting an offer from the second place. I followed my instinct against the advice of those around me.
What are some occasions you made an instinctive decision that turned out well?
Did your gut ever steer you wrong?
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