Sorry for Being a Maneater...

Sometimes we eat the weak. On purpose & on accident.

Sorry, I can be a bit of a Maneater.

The truth is, I’m extremely cautious of who I give my time to & if you’re shy, or intimidated, or insecure, I don’t have the patience to be patient with you.

And you deserve that.

Someone who will appreciate your shyness or intimidation & think it’s cute. Or someone who can coddle your insecurities because we all have them. Maybe even someone who will lift you when you don’t feel good enough.

Maybe I can’t be that because that’s what I need.

Although, I can’t remember the last time I felt intimidated, shy, insecure, or anything less than hot shit. It’s not that I don’t feel those feelings, but they’re not as obvious as they once were.

I like to say the quiet part out loud [which I’ll never stop because I know you were thinking it]. I like to communicate if you’re feeling insecure because I want to understand why you feel that way. And I even like the shy people at parties—they’re usually the best to learn about.

However, I’ve found my ‘quiet part out loud’ quality isn’t cherished by everyone. I’ve found that trying to understand someone’s insecurities could feel like I’m pressing. And I even found that shy people’s coolness expires if they don’t warm up quickly enough.

I’m not sure why this is.

I’m not even sure this is a problem.

We can’t all be everyone’s cup of tea.

As I traverse through my 20s, my man-eating ways come out when someone isn’t taking the hint.

I understand it’s not the nicest to say “Respectfully, I don’t care to f**k with you.”

Or “I’ve surpassed your level of maturity years ago.”

Or “I’m getting the sense that you lack ambition. And unfortunately, that’s a dealbreaker for me.”

The truth is, I just know what I want, and those who became my victims usually don’t. And they think they have a chance. And maybe they do. But I can only allot one business hour for them to prove it.

Sorry, I can be a bit of a maneater.

Early on I could tell you started developing feelings for me. I liked how bold you were, how directly indirect you were, and how you let me pretend to be oblivious to your advances.