So... my "giving up men" commences...
I will...
...no longer give out my number. If a guy wants it... too bad. Send smoke signals. Pray to Karma. But I'm not gonna be texting anything. It already takes an act of Congress to get me to call.
...put the hoochie clothes away. No more cleavage, folks. This isn't to say I will give up hygiene or cute clothes. There just won't be any cleavage. Jeans and tshirts, slacks and blouses... only that which is kosher for church, even when hitting the clubs. Boob shirts/dresses are going in the back of the closet. The heels though :| not giving up my heels. They are for me, not for men. Besides, it'll kill my arches if I walked in flat shoes all the time.
...flirt, but this fish ain't biting. No sir, not now, not yet, and not for the foreseeable future.
...not display available body language. The I'm not available body language shall commence. No turning around and smiling at boys as they walk pass & wink and/or smile at me.
There will be little about me that says I'm available. And should someone try... they're gonna find out how tough I can be.
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