I used to chase men like they were the last Uber out of hell—until they liked me back. Then I’d emotionally block them, disappear, or redirect that energy into work. Maybe it’s intimacy issues. Maybe it’s delusion. Either way, I’m healing. Slowly. Loudly. Hilariously.

Low-effort men don’t just waste your time—they chip away at your confidence. This blog unpacks the reality of being pursued for your image while your soul is ignored. It’s for every woman who’s ever been ghosted, gaslit, or glamorized by someone who only wanted the baddie, not the brain.