pick a number and get!
I hate when a man stalks you and assumes he immediately knows you.
it’s why for the longest time i don’t use my website like i originally planned to, like my blogging hub (but if I ever do post this, it'd be a full month after and in June because I have broken free from my annoyance with being perceived by absolute CREEPS). because there’s always some random man scrolling, trying to find out as much as he can possibly ASSUME about you inorganically too. the men who fall in love with the idea of you, God they’re such a bore.
you do not know me because you scrolled through my twitter up until two years ago. you do not know me because of reposts or replies or tweets, or posts i make on my website. you simply don’t know me… until you do. as simple as it sounds this is complex maths to some men.
especially when you don’t catch their vibe and return it, when you don’t indulge in their fantasy that you’re some helpless lady who’ve been waiting for someone to be obsessed about her and would feel honored, honey how about you get in line? pick a number and get!
they’re like i did the 1+1 why isn’t this equaling 2. and 1 is stalking your social media and the other 1 is stalking your website by the way and the 2 is you reciprocating
