Playing Safe Keeps You Blind Picture this. You’re sitting across from her. She laughs, she leans in— and then the disclaimers come: “Not on the first date.” “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” “That’s for my future husband.” And you? You nod. You smile. You swallow it, hook, line, and sinker. You think she means it. But understand this: those aren’t truths. Those are lines from her mask. Smoke screens she throws— to see if you’ll wilt and go away. I’ve lived it. Once, I asked a girlfriend for something I craved. Blunt. Awkward. Like a boy, not a man. She told me she’d done it before— but not with me. And now I see— it wasn’t because I wasn’t good enough. It was because I hadn’t sparked her fire first. I hadn’t touched her shadow. I asked. I explained. I begged. And all of it reeked of weakness. She didn’t want words. She wanted center. She wanted a man steady enough to look her shadow in the eye and not flinch. That’s the scar. Safe men ch...
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