Same number waiting. Still I open the app again. Hope is a stupid habit. So is thinking some random transfer is about to appear tonight.
Nice is manners in public. Kind is what he does when nobody is watching and you need a lift, not just some cheap little compliment.
Lipstick, voice note, a photo of him at the bar. Safety plan plus a rating. Nights out run on intel. The queue is real chat.
The sex ended and the customer service started. I do not want a form. I want you to read my body and then shut up.
No map, no group chat, no cab app. Just mascara and hope. A dead battery is how a cute night turns into a survival plot.
I can calculate it in a second. Asking for it is the bit that shrinks me. Pride and rent should not share a table anyway.
Serious sex makes me watch myself. A stupid joke knocks the performance out. Filthy and funny is not a mood. It is the whole method.
He replies just enough to keep me warm. Never enough to make a plan. Benching is the new ghosting with better manners and worse timing.
There is a difference and you can feel it immediately. Hold me there. Do not treat my head like some handle from cheap porn films.
Kettle on, someone half dressed, my cereal in the crossfire. I live here. I work early. Your new friend does not need any kitchen tours.