the soft debut.
you know,
that moment when you subtly let the forests know you’re taken.
all those random solo trips weren’t actually solo after all.
they were all baecations and dates but you feel comfortable to debut them.

“No
I wasn’t alone on that last trip to Bermuda.
I was in a room,
riding a banana boat,
and sucking’ guava juice off my manz penis!
Here he is!”

the problem?
these debuts don’t feel organic and often feel forced.
it’s rarely as casual as a candid snap of them across the table,
as they are debating between chicken or steak.
nah…
it’s usually more like chrystian lehr’s style of him soft debuting his new boo…