settling

you are comfortable with settling and it has you in the same spot

settling.
there was a time in my life where i was cool with settling for a wolf.
in those important “seeing if we are compatible” stages,
i wanted to be the ultimate fantasy to date or fuck.

“I want someone who will suck my dick every morning and let me fuck every night.” – wolf 1

“Yup! That’s me.”

“I only want to be in an open relationship.” – wolf 2

“I’ll do it!”

“I want to date both you and my current girlfriend.” – wolf 3

“That won’t be a problem!”

or one of my past favorite lines that never was me:

“I’m not looking for anything serious like you are either.”

…when i actually was,
but that phrase sounded better so i could be picked over the others who wanted him.
it was all a “no bueno” for me,
but like a job,
i simply agreed so i wouldn’t be single.
like the jobs,
i end up not being with those wolves long term either.
i’ve been having thoughts on the great settlers on the relationship plains…

Why do we think settling will keep us happy in the long run?

hmm…

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Why “Settling” Is The Worst Thing You Can Ever Do

so i was having a conversation the other day and it made me go heavy on the eye roll.
for some odd reason last week,
i kept seeing the sexiest wolves everywhere.
it put me in my feelings because my phone is dry af right now.
so i said:

“have you ever felt like the people you are attracted to don’t look at you?
like,
do they ever feel invisible?”

so they responded:

“your problem is you’re looking at too much good looking males.
you need to deal with someone who might not be physically attractive,
but likes you.“

^that is where i eye rolled.
it’s funny coming from them tho because they settled.
a few week ago i was hearing an earful about someone that “liked them for them”.
it turned out that he was a demon from the depths of hell.
foxhole,
ima font you like this…

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No Universe, I Will Not Settle For This UnLubricated Pounding Any Longer.

“i mean he cute.
*looks at him with judgment*
ok he is totally not my type.
he has no hair on his head,
he looks like he is 7 months pregnant,
and his style is something out last year’s tj maxx catalog.
*now with non judgment*
he is nice and makes he laugh.
i just don’t… know…
what do i know?
the last couple wolves who were my type were dogs.
i don’t even know if you would call them dogs.
dogs are at least loyal.
these were… pack rats.
they just waited to get my goodies,
snuck in this muthafucka on some late night shit,
and then they ran.
i was told you have to kiss a few frogs to meet your prince.
well i must have kissed the whole damn swamp!
somehow i ended up in africa and now i’m on a date with a wildebeest.
smh.
so do i give him a chance?
or do i polite turn him down?
i mean he is paying for this date and hasn’t hinted about having my legs on his shoulders.

the last wolf couldn’t even pay for a honey bun at the bodega,
yet he could afford to buy weed faithfully.
whats a boy to do?….”
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He Was Like… Loafers From Payless When I Really Wanted Christian Louboutin

settling.

i always compared settling to shopping.
i know, the label hoe within my spirit.
i always felt like settling was going into one store and seeing a shirt i really liked.
they had no more in my size.
just the one in a bigger size that i know can’t fit me.
instead of maybe waiting for a few days or going to another store somewhere in the city,
i buy it in fear of losing out on such a great item.
or, never being able to get it because of fear.
come time to wear it to an event and it is too big and very ill-fitting.
i kick myself because i could have picked out another shirt or go to another store and see something better.

that seems to be the problem some of us having with dating.
we aren’t label whores when it comes to wolves, foxes, or even hybrids.
we just pick anything with a cute face, nice body, and a fat wallet.
seeing as how this lifestyle is “high on demand” and “less on quality“,
i often wondered if it is okay to settle for something that may just not be your perfect fit?
just pick up any ol whatever in the event we won’t be alone.
deal with whatever until we’re bored with him,
or until he shows us that he is really cheap material.
when it comes to settling…

Are we just doing it so we can say we have “it“?

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He Is Ugly As Sin… But He Laces Me In The Finest Things

When I see a Wolf, I see his face first.

SHOCKING, I know.
Most Foxes scanning for dick prints.
I figure, I got to look at you.

Then, I scan his lips.
Then I take a trip around his body.
I determine if he has nice arms and a nice chest.
I then scan to his cakes and see if he is holding some Charmin type cheeks back there.
As I am scanning, I look at his gear to see if he has some sort of style.
Finally, I’ll determine how good he is in bed.

….yup, I can be pretty damn shallow.
But, I started to wonder if that is healthy.
I have been attracted to some Wolves who no one thought was sexy, so I’m not that bad.
Some people can go out there, get with someone they aren’t really attracted to, and get something out the deal.
Whether it is money, free rides, or eventually fall in love.

I started to wonder:

Is having a standard on the men you choose to date healthy?

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