Everyone worships chemistry like it is proof. Sometimes he is just nervous and I am performing. Slow burn is less sexy. It is less fake.
Tag: standards
Sometimes it means he has sense. Dinner with a stranger is tax. Meet, clock the vibe, then spend. A cheap soul shows later, not first.
Unavailable is not mysterious. It is unpaid labour I do in my head. If he wanted to, that message would already be sitting right there.
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.
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.
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.
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.