I have an Imaginary Boyfriend. You got it! A figment of my imagination, because my Imaginary Boyfriend could never exist in the real world. Talk about unicorns. My IB knows when to call me out, doesn’t cosign any bullshit. He is smart and funny so I don’t have to explain anything to him. Because that’s exhausting. I hate that. He’s tall, so I can wear any shoes I want and not run into the danger of stepping on his manhood with my heels. I’m only 5’8″; I still need my heels! He has awesome teeth and that’s important. I am the daughter of an oral surgeon. I learned well. My IB gives me space and has his own friends, but he is emotionally available. What more can I ask for?
My IB is awesome in so many ways I can’t even list them now. When he comes walking down the street and becomes real, in the flesh, I certainly don’t want to miss it. I better be aware. I can’t be messing around with guys who are a waste of my time, frauds who can’t deliver on half their promises. I’ll miss the transformation of my IB. I can’t do that. I won’t.
Have a great day!!
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