In a time not too long ago.

Wait.

I’m dated and it’s a time long forgotten.

Still, once upon a beautiful time

A man sees a woman he likes.

He asks about her and

begins plans to romance his way into her heart.

He comes by her house.

Braves her overprotective dad.

Charms her mom.

Writes her love letters.

Sends her dubbed love songs.

Spoils her with gifts, endearments.

Do it all to make her see him as the one.

Today

In this overly awakened time of wokeness.

A man sees a woman he likes.

He says, “pull up.”

When she does pull up

He tells her, “this isn’t a relationship.”

Too busy to write, too laidback to care,

He limits his conversations to “wya” “wyd” “wym”

He calls her bitch and she smiles.

He says, “pick up the bills” and she nods.

It’s feminism, he argues. Modern liberalism if you will.

To be with someone you’re not really with.