The walk of no shame used to feel like power. Lately it just feels like I am frightened of breakfast. That is a different story.
Tag: independence
It’s when the weirdos come out There is a particular hour on the Night Tube where you can tell exactly who everyone was three hours ago. Not from their faces. From the evidence. Mascara at midnight. Work badge in the…
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.
How many. How often. Who it was. That is not public property. Curiosity dressed as concern still wants a full guided tour of my sheets.
I put my card down because I could. His whole face changed. Some men only like cocky until the bill proves you need no rescuing.
I tell myself the promotion ends the tight feeling for good. It will help. It will not make me suddenly wise on a Friday night.
Mascara at midnight, work badge in the same bag. This city watches you switch lives in one carriage and nobody comments. That is the mercy.
People love a girl who is easy to plan around. I have taste. I have a body. Wanting both respected is not me being difficult.
It is a trick. If I look busy and shiny, rejection cannot land. Then I am on the sofa checking he viewed the story again.