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Do Not Insult Me And Call It Flirting
A response to all the negging
Don’t try to neg me.
Seriously. I don’t take it well.
See, I have this thing called a brain, and it’s likely that I use it more often and effectively than you do, considering your tactic is so painfully see-through.
I know you’re trying to win me over by making me feel small.
You think I’ll suddenly aspire for your validation now that you’ve backhandedly tried to belittle me.
I know when you say that you like “thunder thighs,” you’re also saying that, while most guys may not like this body type, you’re going to throw me a compliment as a favor and simultaneously remind me of something society considers a physical flaw.
How do I know it’s not an innocuous pick-up line?
Well, apart from that poorly concealed manipulative glint in your eyes, I just met you.
This is not something you say to a stranger.
I wouldn’t come up to you and say, “I like small hands.” That would be really weird.
Listen up Bro, I am an all-the-way grown-ass woman.
I believe that I am worthy, and also I know I’m hot. Let me note here that my worth is not dependent on my attractiveness.
