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Men.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jul 25
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 5

What happened to men?


Like real actual men?


Guys who court you?


Flowers, dinners, drinks?


When did coupling become grab assing?


When did women start having to buy the drinks only for men to show up drink them, get what they want and leave?


I absolutely can't deal with the immature men who think they are ready to sit at a table they haven't graduated to.


Stick to the kids table.


You have no place here.


Especially when you were gifted instructions.


Best of luck!


Not here for it, but I am here for someone who likes to act like a gentlemen.


Accepting applications, and flowers, and, for you to pay!


God, lord, this shouldn't be so hard!


Ladies, don't accept the minimum, expect the maximum.


And if they can't deliver?


Not for you?


Just call 1-800 flowers you got this.


According to Mylie anyways, but no, seriously, just wait.


These guys don't need to buy us flowers as much as they all need a clue.


Will it happen?


God willing.


In the interim remember, we should all be treated as a choice and never a consequence.


Never an option, but an oasis.


We will mean the world to the right partner.


XOXO,

C.



 
 
 

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