I’ve hard-deleted all of my dating apps. I usually just put the accounts on pause, at least until I muster up the patience to be disappointed (over and over again).

I’ve decided—searching for a viable partner no longer fits within my timeline. I don’t want to waste this last year of mental and emotional freedom on men.

Men who don’t know what they want.
Men who are all talk and no execution.
Men who are cowards.
Men who enjoy the idea of you but not the work involved.
Men who simply cannot get their shit together.

Nah love, I’m good. Go away. *Drake voice*

I have begun putting mental roadblocks up and my blinders are on full effect. I started subconsciously avoiding the advances of men months ago.

I have it all figured out, you know.

I’ve accepted that what comes into and leaves my life is meant to be, whether that’s people or opportunities. I’m secure with my path, who join me along the way and those who are meant to diverge onto their own routes.

Plus, I believe the timing is always perfect. No matter what kind of bullshit or heartache, highs and lows I go through… that shit is right on time.

Regardless of what I do… my life will end up however it’s supposed to.

But for now, here’s a PSA for all the selfish dudes out there in the world. There’s a whole fucking lot of you.