A few years ago, I was dealing with this guy who genuinely thought he was the Creative Director of My Life. Like, congratulations on the confidence, babe — too bad it was completely misplaced.
He knew I was OBSESSED with everything Korean — music, dramas, the whole vibe — and apparently, that hurt his little metalhead soul. So Mr. Fix-It decided his life purpose was to “rescue me” by forcing his precious screaming-guitar playlist down my throat. Newsflash: if I wanted to hear men yelling at me, I’d just open my DMs.
And the fashion police? Oh, he was running that department too. Bright colors and florals? “Absolutely not.” His dream aesthetic for me? All black, head-to-toe, like I’m auditioning for the lead in Discount Dracula: The Musical. Sweetheart, I love black, but wearing it 24/7? No thanks. I’m a floral-print goddess — not a Hot Topic mannequin.
The best part? He really thought this was personality development. LOL. Trying to rebrand me because you can’t handle my taste? That’s not “love,” babe — that’s main character delusion.
Thank God I woke up, walked out, and left him with his little fantasy world. He didn’t save me. He didn’t change me. And for the record? If your love comes with a dress code and a personality redesign, you’re not a boyfriend — you’re an unpaid intern for Satan.
Moral of the story: Stop dating men who think they’re the patch update for your life. You’re not broken. They just hate the fact that you’re not built for their boring software.
