They do not reach out. We do not reach out. The numbers just take up space, trophies of successful nights out and vague reminders of hangovers we have long since gotten over.
“You think you’re a nice guy and maybe you are, but you’re not a good guy. Good guys don’t use people to ‘figure things out’ or as rebounds or replacements. You’re not a good guy and your niceness doesn’t make up for it.”
You know how some people throw leaves in the fall and let them all waft slowly down? Now you can do that with an untold amount of sweaters.
Whether or not the cat likes you is a huge make-or-break in any potential relationship.
“Sometimes I wish my boyfriend would randomly come home with flowers for me. I see guys with bouquets on the bus every now and again, and whether it’s for an anniversary or a birthday or not, it just seems like a really cute gesture.”
You don’t have to fake anything with them. You can be sad when you’re sad, you can be honest when you need to blow off steam. It really is an under-realized privilege.
You put yourself out there. You risked your emotions, you became vulnerable, and by investing your happiness in a completely different person outside yourself, you took a huge leap of faith. Sometimes we fall from those.
Why do we constantly try to define it, and chase it, and turn it into some quantifiable and commodified THING? Why do we think one person — the person we dub “cool” in the moment — has the answers?
“If a girl is wearing a white tank top, like the ones from Target or whatever, it’s the hottest thing in the world.”
It’s a turn-off to a lot of people.