No Sir, You Cannot Play Games With Me Anymore.

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:

• Consistency

• Clarity

• And the bare minimum of adult behavior

  
  

If your energy is hot one day and cold the next, congratulations, you’ve invented emotional whiplash. I do not have insurance for that.

And let’s be clear: If I wanted confusion, I’d rewatch my ex explain “what he meant.”

I’m in my bad ass woman era. I eat dinner at a reasonable hour. I go to bed on time. I do not stay up wondering what a text meant.

So no sir.If you want to play games, download one. If you wish to attract attention without effort, try a mirror. If you want access to me, show up like you mean it.

This is not an audition. This is the final cut.

Just do not do this to me or anyone...Thank you sir!