03/29/2025
Something I will be talking about, coming up
Never understood how a man can lay up with different women — touching them, holding them, running the same recycled game like he’s getting paid for it. And the wildest part? No guilt. Not a shred. Just vibes and denial. Must be nice having a conscience on airplane mode.
Every woman is different. No woman smells the same. Her skin, her hair, her energy — it’s all unique. But I guess when you’ve got the emotional range of a paperclip, none of that matters. It’s just “Next!” like we’re all items on a clearance rack.
And guilt? Please. That would require some level of self-awareness. Nah, he probably thinks “feelings” are just something women make up for dramatic effect. Accountability? Couldn’t be him. He’s too busy perfecting his disappearing act the moment things get real.
Two, three different women in rotation and not a care in the world. Meanwhile, I sneeze wrong and feel bad for hours. But hey, guess we’re just built differently. Some people treat loyalty like it’s a burden. I treat it like it’s the bare minimum. But what do I know? Apparently, standards are a “red flag” now.