Boys scared of dating
I don’t have the energy or time to find someone who’s willing to spend the night with me, and I certainly don’t have the patience for the awkward goodbyes come morning.
When you don’t have dating on your mind, not getting a text means nothing to you.
It’s not the whole riff raff about wasting money on a bad date that irks me; it’s my precious time that could be wasted.
My time is the most valuable thing I possess, and its supplies are limited.
I’m delightful company, and I would rather hold court with Ernest Hemingway than a Tinder date.
A random guy may spit a lot of game over text and yet be completely mundane over a dinner table.
I’m sick of swiping right and wasting my precious time on people who bring no value to my life.
I’m tired of biting my nails before first dates and wondering if I’ll get a text back.
It’s the pit in the bottom of my stomach that I have no interest in pursuing.If I have my notebook and a novel, I know my night will never be wasted. I have plenty of orgasmic help in the robotics department; I don’t need a guy to satisfy my needs.I don’t mind being celibate if it alleviates me of the possibility of an unremarkable (or even remarkably terrible) sexual experience.I’d prefer to go to parties and weddings alone rather than be questioned by every person I know, every time the man on my arm is someone new. After all, they’re the ones who will need to pick up the pieces should things fall apart.Yet I don’t want to play compromise with my girlfriends for a guy who won’t last the time it takes to brunch.
Once you know what it’s like to get hurt, the last thing you want to do is put yourself in that situation again.