Once upon a time, I tolerated dating games. The guessing.The waiting. The “he watched my story but didn’t text me” math. That version of me had free time and low standards. She is no longer available. No, sir, you cannot play games with me anymore. If your communication style requires decoding, a crystal ball, or a group chat of friends to interpret, please know I will be exiting quietly and blocking loudly. I’m not asking for daily poems or carrier pigeons. I’m asking for: C