Infantile guys

Let’s be honest. First, be honest with yourself. Why are you even writing to me? Is there a real reason, or are you just “messing around”?

You started saying you were hurt that I go out with different men, that they take me to cafés. Let’s clarify: if I’m in Ukraine, I don’t go out with anyone. In Moldova—yes, I meet people, I go to cafés, because I’m single and exploring, but nothing beyond a kiss. They might just walk me home. That’s it.

So how am I supposed to treat you after this? First, you give me hope, then say you’re “just messing around”? You talk about mutual feelings—okay, but do you even realize I treat everyone the same? I might speak warmly with my first love from Ukraine, because feelings linger. But what does that have to do with you?

And seriously—how do people in Ukraine even know what I do in Moldova?

Let’s be honest, no jokes: my life is gadgets, games, nonconformity. Lip piercings, nose rings, pink-black nails, ‘80s hairstyles, dresses and heels. I don’t know why that triggers you.

My past triggers me—bullying, beatings, being treated like an outcast when I did nothing wrong. And people like you, who give hope then take it away? That’s the same cruelty.

I don’t play games. Either yes or no. I can’t date casually—if I meet someone, it has to be serious, real feelings. I don’t know you well enough.

So let’s be honest with ourselves: if I’m not important to you, stop writing. If you do care and want to be serious, then let’s act like it. I can accept honesty.