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.
Tag: selfworth
Vulnerability is treated like an ick now. I joke instead. Then I want to say it in daylight and my mouth does that stupid freeze.
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.
Drinks, sex, a vague plan that never lands on a calendar. I am done collecting almosts. Book a table or do not get me tonight.
It is a man who liked attention, not the Tuesday. Stop dressing it as complexity. If he cannot say what this is, it is nothing.
He wants a number so he can decide if I am allowed. Count the men who stayed kind. That figure tells more than a tally.
Week one he sent paragraphs and playlists. Week two he sent k. That is not passion. It is a highlight reel before the beige flags.
Believe the first draft. Not ready means not for you, not right now, not ever with anyone who asks for a Saturday in public honestly.
Parking and a snack are not romance. They are adult. Calling that extra wrecked the plot. I want effort. I want people knowing the floor.