I Told Her I Was Fine. She Heard the Whole Essay Hiding Behind It.
She blinked twice and somehow read a 12-page PDF of my suppressed feelings. I just wanted chips.
She blinked twice and somehow read a 12-page PDF of my suppressed feelings. I just wanted chips.
They watched a show, talked about trauma, didn’t kiss, and now she’s unsure whether to text him or cite him in a paper on intimacy theory.
He’s not bitter, he’s just better. A new class of digital bachelors is using their dating bios to diagnose women and pitch themselves as the cure. All in 300 characters or less.