This one is a more vulnerable one. I’ve learned a lot about myself in the romance department.This post is more romance with a sprinkle of cash. I’ve never been in a long relationship but I definitely lived my most player era so far in my 23rd revolution around the sun.
The key lessons I’ve learned:
- If something feels wrong, trust your gut: I had a few situations and talking stages that I always felt the need to justify why I was in them to myself. Imagine the council of me’s (xoxo blogger times infinity) in my brain debating pros & cons of each new man I date. The council is so far usually right. The men have been wrong. If there’s enough reason to feel like something (OR MANY THINGS) is off especially in the start. Cut loose and move on. If you enjoy podcasts listen to the psychology of your 20s (the psychology of situationships episode). It validated me a lot when I ended situations that weren’t going anywhere.
- Can’t force attraction: Sometimes you meet someone who is perfect for you. Or at least you think that’s what is perfect for you, but there just isn’t that romantic spark. It’s cool if you can stay friends but completely understandable if either party is not interested in that. Trying to force it is unnecessary anxiety.
- Protect your peace: This is my favorite one! Anybody that comes into my life that brings me anxiety and insecurity is chopped the fuck out. That is a hell no. I have spent so much time loving the person I am to have my self-worth be questioned by a mediocre man with mediocre dick. Bye!
- Men are not good distractions: This lesson came from a place of insanity. So I’ve been studying to go back to school right. I have also been working crazy hours full time. So I have been under all types of stress. Why did I think dating someone would make my life less stressful? Anyway I definitely had no time for bare minimum boiz that only gave me more anxiety. The key takeaway here is maybe I’ll try dating again in 2024.
- No breadcrumbs: get the fuck out of my face with your bread crumbing ass. No bare minimum boi can taste me. You read that correctly. I said ‘taste’ baby. I’m delicious.
Now lets talk cash, anyone I date has to be able to support himself and provide me with nice expensive meals. I can support myself and I expect whoever I date to be supporting themselves as well (but feed me). That’s something I will never compromise on. Also, I will never support someone I’m dating financially. That’s a hell no. Good day to you.
xoxo genZ Fire Baby
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