Entanglement Series — These aren’t love stories. They’re the ones that slipped between the rules.

The late-night links. The blurred lines. The ones you weren’t supposed to entertain but did.

Some were quick. Some lasted years. None were simple.

Names will never be dropped. Timelines will never make sense. But every story? Very, very real.

Unsolicited Pics – Why Consent Always Wins

“There’s something about unsolicited pics that makes me roll my eyes harder than my cravings ever could.”

The Setup That Set Me Off

Unsolicited pics don’t make a bold statement, they make a messy one. If you’ve ever rolled your eyes after receiving one, you’re not alone.

I met this guy on a dating app. Can’t even remember which one. Our chat was fine—light, flirty, not deep. We swapped numbers. We had one phone call. And thirty minutes in? He sends a nude. No warning. No flirt buildup. Just *bam* 💥 d🍆pic.

Unprovoked. Unrequested. Unimpressive.

The issue wasn’t the pic itself, it was the assumption. The entitlement. The casual disrespect. It’s wild how some men treat digital spaces like their own private runway. Like they think flashing strangers builds chemistry. (Spoiler: It doesn’t.)

I didn’t respond. I didn’t even react. Just clocked the energy and kept it pushing.

A few weeks later, he starts circling back. My birthday’s coming up. He wants to take me out. I’m hesitant, but eventually, I say okay. He drives a few hours, takes me for drinks, plays bartender all night. Switching my drinks from light to dark like it’s a dare.

I let the night ride out. At the door he says, “So I can’t come in?”

I say, “Nah. My parents don’t like strangers in the house.”

Translation: You thought drinks equaled access? Try again.

We still do the occasional “How you been?” text, but that’s all. No follow-ups. No surprises. Definitely no more unsolicited anything.

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