The Kind to Drive her Crazy

He’s the kind of man who’d drive her to madness, like she understood the depth of her craziness as it is, but his ability to push her limits to the max continues to baffle her. Because after all the going mad, shouldn’t she lose her attraction to him?

It’s hopeless. Somehow, the toxic masculinity mixed in with no communication and her panties are in a wad and not to mention wet. He’s got the attitude of nonchalance when she feels there is more that meets the eyes. She couldn’t help her curiosity, and his hand on her thighs only made the decision to stay away near impossible.

Everything is screaming no. Couldn’t she just take the hint and say no? But she just has to have the experience, right? Just needs to explore the idea of what he’d be like and broaden her perspective of men to better understand them.

She’d deleted his messages twice already today, but having to skim her recently deleted messages to recover them once the crazy passed. Just to block his number and wait for the text to come through on TikTok for him to tell a part of a truth and disappear again. She is left wanting answers, and I’m sure the only thought in his mind is her pussy.

So the game goes. If she says anything, she’s “crazy,” and if she doesn’t say anything, she’ll absolutely go bat shit crazy. And so it’s left for her to decide what road she shall go down. Will she continue on with the boy who’s definitely bad for her, and the boy that’s good? Is he good? It’s like no right answer seems to exist, and everything seems like a wrong answer.

And all of the answers to her questions aren’t answered until she’s already gone through every terrible scenario that could have happened, everything she possibly could’ve done wrong. She supposed that’s how all girls feel and why their men drive them so mad. The lack of thought in their minds and the continuous loop in hers.