thinking about all of my romantic experiences with men and absolutely none of them were romantic….. it was all in my head, I created a fantasy every time, i never saw their actions at face value but ascribed more meaning to them, romantic meaning, when in reality every woman I’ve ever been friends with has acted more romantically towards me than a man ever has, like women have planned hang outs and road trips and dinners for me, remember my bday, ask me how big events in my life went. what have men done for me? they’ve never planned shit. It was always a story I wrote in my head, a fantasy I tried to will into being.













