“When guys are labeled fuckboys. Seriously, what is a fuckboy? It’s like it’s slut shaming but for men.”
The second time this woman got pregnant, she decided she’d find a way to celebrate when a man finally — finally — gave up his seat for her.
Just because you bought a women flowers or have pursued her does not mean she owes you anything especially not love or a relationship.
This one girl got my number and texted me everyday for a couple of weeks, saying “Hey” or “Hiiii” or some variation of it.
If she mentions at any time that she’s free or is going to be bored, she wants to spend time with you.
For me, dating is an entire world of anxiety. What do I wear? What if he takes me home? What if he kills me? What if I have nothing to say? Do I write notes in my phone for discussion topics? What if I choke and I die while he’s talking about his cute dogs to me?
Every day is a constant fight to look good enough – not for him or for those who may judge us, but for ourselves. We risk our happiness with insecurities that still haunt us. Our inner voice is now the one who bullies us.
I was sick of being the woman who made a man better for the next woman based on my decision to leave that man.
Girls have “Fuckboys” all wrong. He won’t leave you hanging. He’ll always be there for you in exactly the way he said he’d be there.
I was desperately trying to fill the growing void within me with alcohol and attention from men; but no matter how much of it I got – it was never enough.