I Don’t Need You. You Need Me.

Let’s get this straight from the first line. 

I don’t sit around hoping some desperate little wallet finds my profile. I don’t chase. I don’t beg. I don’t “build a connection” so you can feel special.You need this.You need a man who doesn’t flinch when you send.

You need someone who will take your money and not thank you for it.

You need the reminder that your paycheck is more useful in my hands than in yours.I already eat. I already live. I already get what I want.

Your tribute doesn’t complete my life. It just confirms yours is smaller.If you’re broke, lurking, stroking, and telling yourself “maybe later” — stay gone. You’re noise.If you’re ready to be used, you already know what to do.

Send. Don’t write a novel first. Don’t ask if I’m “real.” Don’t tell me your sad little story.I don’t need you.

You need a Master who will treat your cash like it belongs to him. Now prove you understand that.