Three days ago I’m in a bar, sitting opposite this 🦁 in a leather jacket acting like a budget Tony Stark. All night 🦁 lecturing me about dominance, crypto investments, and how a woman should be a "quiet harbor." I finished my whiskey, looked him dead in the eye, and asked, "Listen, does your 'quiet harbor' know you have a ketchup stain on your chin and your card is blacklisted?". 🦁 instantly deflated, mumbling about retrograde Mercury and a rough day on the stock market. When the bill came, I just tossed a bill on the table, patted his shoulder, and told 🦁 to buy a self-esteem that actually fits.

Being single isn't about lacking a man, it's about lacking trash in your head and at your table