Stay my friend, Give me a stranger.

Hi, I get you, and you are an incredible person, but I don’t think the right path is for us to date. I’ve come to see you as a very good friend rather than a lover. If we date and eventually break up, I would hate to lose you. - (16/16 of the girls I’ve spoken to)

I think the problem is that I didn’t learn to date. I didn’t think there was a distinction between how you treated your friend and how you treated your love interests.

This one doesn’t just “hit close to home”— it is home.

This is my table, the place I dine and live. I most definitely don’t love it here, but that means I have 16 girls as friends who, in some alternate universe, one of them and I would be planning to have kids by now.

It’s always along the lines of, “I don’t date my friends.” Then you’d see that person a year later break the news that they are seeing someone.

🗣️: How? Because if there were someone in your life, I would have noticed.

👧: We met at the club last week. I saw him in class. We met at the supermarket and hit it right off.

You can date strangers but not your friends. That’s a very nice way of thinking, and I would love to get the logic behind that.

Because, what do you mean? You just met someone today, and next week you are dating, but we talked for months, and now I’m a friend, and we can’t?

“You know everything about me, so that’s a red flag.”

I know everything about you because I bothered to. I wasn’t on some nonchalant bs; I actually listened, got a grasp of your flaws, and still asked you out despite seeing all that. Does that not say something about me being able to put up with your nonsense?

You’d rather be with someone who is brand new, and who you are brand new to, only to find out that their most dominant characteristic is one you can’t put up with. You come to hate your new partner, then where do you come back to rant about it?

Me?????????? You must be dense.

I don’t know why I’m being aggressive about this, but the problem is that, as I am typing,I’m lowkeniunely getting angrier.

Please, always use the right words: “I don’t like you.” “You are not the right fit for me. Thank you for understanding.”

Don’t give off the notion that it would have worked if the person hadn’t come into your life as a friend.

And to me, or you in my situation, practice the art of stating your business. Announce what you want every Eke market day; don’t just assume that they will read the sign, they are not supposed to be traffic wardens.

Don’t be unfortunate—or, in some cases, fortunate—because God might be saving you from the devil through that rejection.

Hallelujah, somebody!

This one’s a bit short, but that’s how my outbursts are. I’m a very peaceful person, after all.

I was trying to wash dishes when this thought hit me.

So, here I am crashing out again.