A cop isn’t going to pull you over and offer you sexual favors. In real life, you need to put in actual effort if you want to convince someone to have sex with you.
I want to know what it feels like to patiently wait for a text. To know that it’s going to come, even if it takes a full hour to get to me. To be freak-out-free, because I don’t have any doubt in my mind that he’s thinking of me, that he’ll talk to me the second that he gets the chance.
Don’t make her feel like a toy. Like she’s being used. Make it clear that you care about her and her orgasm.
You get defeated easily. It doesn’t matter if you really hit it off with someone. If you see them post a picture with someone prettier than you on Instagram, you instantly give up hope.
You stop putting in effort. You put in effort to get them, but guess what? You need to put in effort to keep them, too.
We don’t know how to communicate anymore. We just spit out white lies and hushed whispers. We don’t know how to be in love. Because all love has become for us, is something that ends.
I’m rooting for him, his success, and his happiness. And despite all the pain I’ve caused him, I know he’s rooting for me too.
While we know that opposites attract, and relationships require compromise, what does it mean to be fundamentally compatible?