Newly Single Dad Wants to See Where It Goes, Overshare About His Ex
He’s emotionally available — for anyone willing to hear a 14-part saga about why his divorce wasn’t his fault. Bonus points if you’re good with kids and can listen without blinking.
He’s emotionally available — for anyone willing to hear a 14-part saga about why his divorce wasn’t his fault. Bonus points if you’re good with kids and can listen without blinking.
He doesn’t need to be perfect — he just needs to believe what I believe, in the exact order I learned it from five unrelated men in trucker hats speaking into lapel mics.
She claims to be low-maintenance. Meanwhile, her texts require three close reads, a mood decoder, and a minor in interpretive linguistics.
In today’s low-bar Olympics, one local man proudly reports doing the bare minimum — and awaits confetti. Women remain unimpressed.
They text, they DM, they send playlists, but they’ve never met. Experts say a growing number of “relationships” now exist entirely in the pre-date abyss, where hope and fear hold hands and never leave the house.
He thought they were vibing. She thought he failed the third unspoken compatibility test. In modern dating, the rubric is real, you just don’t get to see it.
She says she’s not looking for anything serious, unless you fail her silent screening process for a future husband. Men are calling it “casual with conditions.”
She’s manifesting love, but only using fonts from 2014. Experts warn the rise in recycled quote bios may signal an originality crisis among romantics.
She demands height, income, and adventure, while offering unpaid bills, vague “vibes,” and a credit history lenders describe as “aspirational fiction.”
Women raise the bar again, insisting on men tall enough to change lightbulbs and rich enough to outsource basic personality traits.
A self-growth collective claims infidelity, deception, and nudity retreats are just self-integrity. Thousands are paying to find themselves, by losing all empathy.
According to a new study no one asked for, financial independence turns men into patriarchs and women into flight risks. Love is dead, but brunch is eternal.