I’ve been in and out of mid-length relationships for the last 10 years, which is surprising really, because I am a HORRIBLE flirt. Maybe that is why I am such a bad flirt. I missed all those years of getting that adolescent awkwardness out of the way, and now I’m as good at flirting as Lindsay Lohan is at not snorting Cocaine. *Bazinga! – you may applaud my pop-culture reference*
Truth is, I’m 24 and 4 fifths and I got no game.
No no friends, don’t try to console me and say:
“Paris, what are you saying!? You’ve got plenty of game!” because you see me talking to dudes.
Because what you are confusing for game is tits. Tits, my friends – will only get you so far.
These aren’t all about me BTW (mkayyyy most of them are) but if you’re doing the below, you’re probably alone and single and crying softly into one…
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