Note.

I’m sure there will be someone out there who will appreciate the men I’ve rejected and love them for who they are.

My definition of them is not a definite definition.

I had my reasons to reject them.

I wish them well and I hope they find someone.

Men have rejected me as well, I’m sure they had their reasons.

It doesn’t reduce my value and I love myself no matter what.

I don’t really carry any animosity.

As for the “mistakes” whom I dated and spoke to, they don’t exist in my world and I have long forgotten about their existence.

I remember them when I listen to IDGAF by Dua Lipa and say to myself,

yes IDGAF.