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"Give the Boring Guy a Chance"

Let me preface by saying that I know there’s a difference between “nice” and “boring,” but today I will use them interchangeably. There’s a lot of finger wagging advice on social media these days about rejecting the boring guy. They say it’s a result of being used to toxicity, indirectly implying that we’re rewarding bad men by choosing them. Does anyone ever date you just because you’re nice? How come we never hear men saying this? Why are men allowed to pursue what entices them, and we’re shamed for rejecting the “nice” guy? I’ve been told I’m too picky if I say no to a man whom I don’t find attractive, or who doesn’t make a certain amount of money (which isn’t a lot, btw). But how many of them are swiping right on me purely for my excellent personality?  Speaking of which, does a nice guy even exist? Or would most men/people be assholes if they can get away with it? I will probably get in trouble for saying this, but unfortunately the stereotype has truth to it: Men can be fi...

Poetry: Valentine

 The holidays are difficult when you’re single

Valentine’s Day is difficult when you’re single

Valentine’s Day is difficult when you’re single

And your ex’s name is Valentine. 

“You have such a sweet name,” I once told him, 

“I’ve never heard anyone with that name. 

Only that matchmaker saint.

And you.”


“Bof! We’re everywhere!” He told me,

“It’s such a common name in France.

Everyone, everyone, everyone 

Is Valentin.”



Months later, I am telling Bernadetta about this conversation. 

“The memories do have a way of coming back,” she said with a heart, 

“But as he said, there are many Valentins and that’s the foreshadowing of more, BETTER ones to come.”

She’s much smarter than I am, 

“Leave that stank mf to put his lanky ass elsewhere... 

He told on himself. 

He’s not unique. 

Period.”


But I suppose I’m used to living in extremes

Maybe I like it

Pretending I live in a movie all about me

The self-pity over the sickening shades of pinks

That the day was shoving down my soul 

The search for symbolism

The digging of nostalgia, 

Of the summer days, long with possibilities, 

Of turning into a cloud whenever you touched me

My skin burning for yours 

The yearning over your mischief and your wisdom. 


Mais en fin, Bernadetta is wiser.

“Bro is not unique.

“Period.”


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