>>508731138 (OP)Let me tell you why I wood:
Because I’m tired. Tired of ghosting, games, and girls who say “I’m not like other girls” then proceed to be exactly like all other girls—just with worse taste in music. I’ve been on so many bad dates, my phone should come with a trauma dump warning.
Now along comes this woman—gorgeous, sharp, knows how to contour and hold a conversation? She passes, bro. That means I don’t have to explain anything to my nosy uncle at Thanksgiving unless I feel like watching him short-circuit mid-gravy pour. Bonus points.
And you know what else? She’s been through hell, reinvented herself, and came out the other side looking like a Greek statue with WiFi. That’s hot. You think I care what’s in the past? I care about the present—and if the present is showing up to my life dressed like confidence and eyeliner, I’m saying yes.
You mad? Cool. Stay mad and single while I cuddle up with someone who’s more emotionally evolved than a traffic cone and has better eyebrows than any woman I’ve dated since 2012.
Love is love, baby. And I’m done waiting for it to look a certain way when it could be standing right in front of me in heels, making my life actually better.