Ladies --
If you are an ambitious female in your mid-twenties living in Los Angeles, you absolutely know what I am talking about.
When you put your education and career ahead of finding a significant other, you end up being 26 looking for something a little more meaningful than a Saturday night situation that ends up going nowhere other than the DMs of your best friend because you're probably clowning him by now. Something like.. I don't know... an ACTUAL relationship. The issue is, no one tells you that A LOT of boys out here have a total meltdown when they turn 30. It's like someone popped their balloon and now they remember that their balls dropped a looooonnnnnggggg time ago and they need to start acting like it.
This is not to say that all men are this way -- it just so happens to be all of the men I deal with *yikes*.
It's so crazy because I naturally go into save-a-mess mode and want to be the supportive person that they can lean on while they figure out that we've all had the same amount of time to establish our passions, priorities, and aspirations. It's ~charming~ in the beginning to nod your head during the "You're soOoOo incredible, but I just don't know what I'm doing with my life so I can't commit" conversation that is oh so routine by now. Inevitably, the charm wears off and it's time to dip. Was it a good time at least? Yeah, normally. Was it a waste of time and something you could have absolutely done without though? A THOUSAND TIMES YES. Men in Los Angeles with commitment issues are a dime a dozen, so trust me when I say I'm sure I can find someone else to waste my time.
Can anybody let me know when men are supposed to grow out of their Peter Pan syndrome?? If so, pleaseeeeeeee let me know. I swear I'll reset my Bumble preferences to only include men who are finished puberty.
Love,
Coco