We’re Not Dating, But

We’re not dating— but you heart-react to my stories like it’s a full-time job, send a “you up?” at 12:47 a.m. then disappear like my willpower at a shoe sale. You say you don’t do drama— but you’ve got more red flags than a Formula 1 race and the emotional depth of a spoon. You post gym selfies with deep quotes like “loyalty is everything” but couldn’t commit to a dinner reservation without texting your group chat first. I bring the vibe. The sauce. The playlist. You bring… vibes? Just vibes? Sir, where’s the effort? Modern dating is just flirting, ghosting, and guessing if “lol” means “I’m into you” or “I’m emotionally unavailable but cute.” We’re not dating— but I still debated if I should shave for this maybe-hangout. We’re not serious— but your ex still watches my Insta like it’s Netflix. You want wifey energy on a side-chick schedule. Nah. I’m not a limited-time offer. This ain’t Costco. Come with consistency, or go play tag with someone else’s energy. I’m too cute to be confused.