Let me hit y’all with a little truth that folks don’t wanna hear: Biblically speaking, every man you laid with was a covenant. A tie. A connection. So when you talking about “I wanna be married in two years,” baby, you already been married four times. You already broke commitments, you already sealed contracts with your body.
But you worried about his body count? Calling him “green as a doorknob”? Meanwhile, you still got your exes sliding through, still got access lines open, still letting folks orbit your space. He can’t have a female friend, but your “platonic” boys are supposed to be trusted by default? Nah, that’s not fair. That’s not consistent. That’s straight-up clownery.
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