There I was, thinking maybe just maybe someone got the memo that genuine connection takes effort. After thirteen hours of texting, I expected a date suggestion, maybe a little creativity, a little "Hey, I’d love to take you out." You know, romantic baseline stuff.
Instead? He showed up in my inbox with a bottle of vodka and a vibe like I should be impressed.
Spoiler alert. I wasn’t.
We need to talk about this epidemic of men doing the least and expecting the most. Like, when did showing up with alcohol become the universal "I’m serious about you" offering? It’s not a grand gesture. It’s barely a hello in beverage form.
And you know what? I’ve done the work. I’ve cried, journaled, sat with my triggers, faced the shadow, and climbed out of heartbreaks that nearly broke me. I’ve been through the kind of healing that peels you open and asks, “Are you finally ready to stop settling?”
I am.
That’s why it hits differently now when someone tries to treat me like an option, a distraction, or a last-minute invite. I see through it. Because I finally see myself.
If you want someone to get excited about you, show effort. Plan a coffee. Ask real questions. Be intentional. Put your ego on silent and your interest on loud.
Because here’s the truth. I’m not here to entertain someone’s boredom or validate their ego. I’m not here to be used for company, convenience, or casual thrills. I’ve worked too hard to come home to myself just to hand the keys to someone who doesn’t even bother knocking.
Women are healing. We’re rebuilding. We’re waking up to the fact that we don’t have to shrink anymore just to be loved. And we sure as hell aren’t impressed by late-night offers and cheap substitutes for connection.
So no, vodka is not a love language.
Respect is. Intention is. Presence is.
If you’re not ready to show up with real energy, do us both a favor and stay on the couch with your bottle.
We’ve got castles to build. And we’re not pouring your liquor in the moat.