Hey, Shame Central! I’m 28, a well-read, classy chick with all the domestic skills in the bag. Life’s a bitch, though—never been in a relationship, let alone gotten laid. So, I met this dude my age, we hung out a couple of times, just casual strolls. Then I jetted off for a vacay. We kept the convo alive via texts, everything seemed chill, plans to meet up again were brewing. He even dropped the “I like you” bomb. But the second I’m back home, this guy starts dodging me like I’m the plague, ghosting hard. Finally, he begrudgingly admits I’m only “kinda” his type because my wardrobe is too “strict” and I didn’t wear a damn dress on our meetups—never mind the weather was absolute crap for skirts.

So, I’m throwing this at the dudes of Shame Central: What the hell matters more in a woman?

😐 - Her fashion game, the outer shell (which can switch up depending on the vibe)
👍 - The real deal, her inner world (the juicy stuff inside)

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Admin: Hold up, a virgin at 28? Drop your location, babe, I’m curious as fuck where you’re hiding.
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