This is a story from my slay period. I went through this horrible breakup which left me emotionally unavailable and inexplicably unafraid of rejection because I cared so little. Folks mistook this for unbridled confidence so I started hitting home runs in a league I didn’t know existed.
*Yall get hung up when I say stuff like this. I like the way I look and I’m not lacking in confidence. I’m just self-aware of the fact that I was not always the more attractive one in the relationship.*
I interned in an obscure country that summer which is when the dominos really fell. I REALLY went crazy for a bit.
*I cannot describe how few fucks I gave which is why this story is going to sound off.*
My first full day in this country I stumbled into this restaurant on the beach and could barely afford an order of fries. I was people watching and highly entertained by this couple beside me who were speaking English. She was obviously not into him and he was talking about all the things he could buy her. She was just kind of mumbling politely about each of his offers.