In my Sunday evenings, I have been drawing connections with a bunch of women. Turned out, they really are handling my打包 my stuff in a way that hasn’t come close to what’s been happening with others. We just have this, “take it or leave it.” They girls out here have never been kissed—or been kissing. They have never touched decorum, just a few things.
They have never had any romantic relationships because they’ve never been invited to have one or been touched by anyone. They’re just into themselves. Their first choice is to live in solitude. It’s their choice. I’ve never been alone. My choice to go live in solitude, me and my stuff.
I have had fun and I ignored a lot of the things that are present in my life. I call myself a part of the process inspired by my ex-girlfriend, but she’s gone to another planet and she’s not coming back. I’m still single; I still have potential. But it hasn’t been the same.
The majority of women I’ve had a chance to meet have zero-taxed my dryer and dirty my laundry. They’ve never even had the chance to understand me. They’re not configured to be polite. They either laugh at me or offend me to no end.
I tell my story and I don’t tell anyone else. Everyone sees me on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Moji without me knowing. It’s a wake-up call. It’s time to finally are out. Time to make love. Time to let the first flush happen. And in all this, I don’t do asking questions. I just let go. 💅
seek out the power to know your place. That’s who I am. And maybe there will be someone who doesn’t know me. That’s okay. Moving on. ◻ Flood people with my determination.
