men used to be real yearners. they’d pick you up, bring you flowers, plan actual dates, hold your hand, walk you to your door, drop you home, kiss you goodnight at your doorstep. now these fuckers only wanna “netflix and chill” and get inside you.

i bring a very “how many other girls have you said this to” energy to the conversation that men dont like

starting over again and again with new people is so not for me man, how many men are gonna see my boobs before i find the one

my idea of flirting is just staring at you and hoping you understand that i want you to kiss me