I don’t know how they know, but they know. Maybe it’s a scent I’m letting out, but the enemy is on the prowl. The enemy of course being, fuckboys. The once rare breed, the fuckboys now run rampant. Sometimes they’re undercover as guys with girlfriends. Sometimes they’re the “what’s up?” at midnight texter. Sometimes they’re even the self declared “nice guys.” But they. are. everywhere. And they’re onto me. Somehow they’ve tracked me down and they’re getting relentless. As single as I may be (very, very single), I haven’t given in to their offers
yet. I’m still #TeamIDONTNEEDNOMAN. I’m fully capable of surviving on my own.
But I am sad to admit, I’ve suffered a slight battle injury. I downloaded…Bumble. Some may even say I’ve given into the enemy, but since I’ve swiped left on everyone, I choose to believe I remain undefeated. Right? RIGHT?! I may not make it out of Valentine’s season as swiftly as I once thought. I need to take time to batten down the hatches. This next week may be a much bigger attack than I thought.
Morale: *eye twitches*
Signs Of Danger: I’ve begun reaching out to celebrities. Major red flag.
13 days until Valentine's Day and I still don't know what I'm getting @diplo 🙁
— Rachel Page (@rachelpage_) February 2, 2016
Health: Been drinking more wine (and tequila) than usual. Liver is suffering as a result. .