i get kidnapped by a rich creep and he does the whole “have dinner with me wearing this specific dress (or die)” thing and i’m like okay lol let’s see the dress and it turns out the dress doesn’t fit me because the loser just thought he could grab any old low-cut red dress off the rack because he’s a man and so i have to explain that there are very very few dresses that actually fit my weird proportions and so we take the fancy dinner to go and spend four hours dress shopping and then sometime around dress #27 i make my daring escape and he doesn’t even bother to pursue me because he’s so tired of shopping
ALTALT
bargain basement shit tier creep doesn’t even know your measurements from watching you in his van for months, this is a red flag ladies!!! π«βπ¨π¨π¨π