I need to rant for a bit because I am upset at this happening over and over again
How am I supposed to want to come within 50m of these real-life nonchalant men who can't be bothered to at least leave me on read, when I KNOW their read receipts are on... but men written by women in the smutty books I read WOULD NEVER. And they're aliens, monsters, some are literally barbarians and cavemen and so on.
THEY WOULD NEVER IGNORE ME for reasons I simply do not know after days of flirting and what seemed like two people getting along great.
I'd have a goddam sakhui glued to my hip before I could say hello. I would never have to deal with feeling lonely or unloved or uncared for. The damn blue alien would move mountains for me.
So yeah, I'd rather keep reading my books and fantasise about a lizardman who treats me like the sun rises when I wake up, rather than deal with the real-life men who treat me like I am nothing.
Yeah, he is half snake and spits venom, but you know what he doesn't do, Jeremy? He doesn't ghost me.













