For some reason, God thinks my love life is a joke.
I'm psyching myself up for a break-up, and God is like, "Really? Do you really mean that? He's everything you've asked me for. PLUS ABS." And the dude reveals abs cut like a fucking diamond.
And then I have to self reflect and appreciate how he respects my boundaries and goals, and it's really that I feel sketched out about commitment and following through on my words (to myself, to others). Instead of blaming what I haven't accomplished on him.
So I have this inner debate going on, and the man has no idea, but he has abs. Which is ACTUALLY QUITE SINFUL, God. What genius nerd needs fucking abs like that.
I'm not even shallow. But if it's served on a platter. I accept.
I feel very disgusted with the whole situation.
My fam and I came up with a brief, though:
POMI. Person of Mild Interest.
I told him I daydream of hot women. He said he daydreams of marrying me. He's very determined and follows through on his promises in a way that terrifies me. God stays funny.
