Sorry for the brief delay and hope I didn’t lose any readers! It was a tough week and and I had to find my Ellie-spiration again. (I can thank Marley for that). Today “swiping up” is on my mind. The guys you swipe on that may be a little out of your league. The hot, fit, gym rat that you say, why not? You get the match and then are terrified he’ll actually want to meet you and realize you have a pronounced FUPA. Actually, that he’ll realize you can’t even see your own FUPA sometimes because you’re bloated from the night before alcohol. That’s physically swiping up. (live at home guy was actually best body I’ve ever seen. Just wondering if he has to worry about his mom seeing it as he walks down the hall. ew).
I’m now on a new way of swiping up. I actually had to think this if I should include two songs in this post… (I ain’t sayin’ she’s a golddigger…….). I was always told by my mom that’s its just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is a poor one. Cheers mom, I’m listening. While I”m not charming a king, a congressman, and an occasional aristocrat, my chat box is full with an attorney, a surgeon, and a financial advisor. And I support myself thank you very much, but what’s wrong with being a little spoiled every once in awhile? And basing my feelings on just attraction is not getting me very far at all. Plus, these guys swiped on “me”. Meaning, I tried an experiment where I put all new profile pics not necessarily sexy as hell.
In a small way, I feel guilty for being superficial. But it’s fun to play on the other side for a bit.