Can we not?

It’s honestly exhausting—the way men jump to sex like it’s the only language they know. I re-downloaded the apps (again), armed with humor, curiosity, and a decent blowout, thinking maybe—just maybe—someone might want to flirt like an adult. Within minutes, the universe said: hahaha, no.

Case in point: I ask a thoughtful, playful question—“If your ex wrote you a letter of recommendation, what surprisingly nice thing would they say?” One man says, “my libido.” Another says, “firm and hella fun” and immediately pivots to heart-eye emojis and the devil face like we’re auditioning for a cologne ad. I mean… can’t a girl get through an icebreaker before we detour into “firmness”?

It’s not even that I’m offended—it’s that I’m tired. Tired of clever prompts being treated like invitations. Tired of wit being met with winks. Tired of the fact that when I bring my sparkle, my mind, and my warmth to the table, men skip straight to dessert.

Here’s the truth: I’m not anti-sex; I’m anti-laziness. There’s a difference between chemistry and shortcuts. And what I actually crave is curiosity—the kind that undresses your mind first. Until then, I’ll keep collecting screenshots and writing essays about the modern mating circus, because apparently, that’s the only way to stay entertained.

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