Dating is exhausting. Meeting different men and having some of the same conversations over and over again is just… wow. It’s quite literally one of the most exhausting things I’ve done in the past couple of years.
It’s like you both are mutually interested in one another at one point and then poof, you’re not.
Are you proud of you?
Do you pat yourself on the back when you do well or disregard an achievement, already looking forward to the next one?
Do you take out the time to bask in the joy that comes over us all when you reach out and can touch where you’ve always wanted to be — the place that once seemed so out of touch?
The answer is no. In no way shape or form am I Sugarbaby material. I thought I’d make that clear before diving into being offered the role of someone’s Sugarbaby a few weeks ago + why I politely declined.
I mean I’m not new to the term, but for those of you who are and not familiar with “Sugarbaby” and its counterparts — let me bring you up to speed.
“been a minute, but I’m back — I wasn’t finished so there’s that.”
It’s the self formulated quote that kept making its presence known in my head (thinking it only right to use it as my caption for my photo detailing my return to the ‘gram lol — we’re about to get deep so I figure we’d bring some light to things before the waters get a little treacherous) as I contemplated a few things:
Practicing the art of not giving a fuck ($!%&) is actually harder than most people think. It takes a certain amount of effort and resilience to go against caring about the thoughts or opinions of others.
