Ok, I lied. I’m a fucking liar.

The universe still insists on throwing men at me, despite my aversion to the idea of dating. The universe threw me a choice candidate last night and I obliged. I was running game like the best of them.

Few people have actually seen me in such fine form. It’s a rarity that I am legitimately interested in and attracted to a dude off the bat, so when I meet one… HI, GAME ON. I will insist you take my number, tell you to text me and that we should chill. I realize I don’t need to actually convince them much, but I can be super forward when I am feeling you.

This motherfucker insulted me then proceeded to compliment my dimples. FUCK YOU. Don’t do that to me. I am melting into your hands as we speak.

So I need to retract my words… I can focus on a guy when he seems worth focusing on. Also this could be a dead end stop in 24 hours, but I needed to admit my change of heart.

When a tall glass of handsome crosses your path you might realize you're thirsty.