I’m gonna give myself props.
I don’t care if you look like this tatted wolf above,
and you licked every part of my bawdy,
Ima need you to take your ass home once it’s done.
I don’t do “lets shack up and host dinner parties”.

so when i heard of folks shackin up to split bills with just anyone,
or just any random they are fuckin’ atm,
i gave that instant pause.
i couldn’t press the button fast enough.
it’s in-house penis and they help with the bills but we really don’t know people.
we learn the true characters of people once we move in with them.
like,
your whole shacker-upper could be a serial killing hyena like this jackal…

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i feel like desperate folks get caught up in this kind of mess.

there aren’t asking the right questions or using google to check background info.
the qualifications are usually the physical or he “dicks me down stupid“.
that’s it.
that is what it takes to pass the “lets move in together after a month” test.
they are so desperate to check “in a relationship” and flex on socials.

“Look everyone!
I’m not like the poors anymore!
I gots me a man!”

now you’re stuck with them due to squatter’s rights.

granted,
our legit manz could be a serial killing jackal who loves us enough to not murder us.
there are some jackals out here who know how to lie very well.
so this could happen to any of us at any given point.

…but their masks will reveal itself eventually during the dating phase.

we don’t have to shack up or put rings on it to regret it later on.

lowkey: i feel like everyone i know who has shacked up has regretted it.
they got cheated on or they played house before the ring.
why buy the cow when the milk is free?