The Guy with No Game

She’ll ignore the guy who fumbles his words, who blushes when she looks at him, who’s terrified of saying the wrong thing, because he’s not smooth. He doesn’t know the lines. He doesn’t have the timing. He doesn’t make her pulse quicken on command.

But that’s the guy who’s dying to love her right. The one who’d give everything just to hold her steady in a world that never is.

Meanwhile, the guy who knows how to flip every switch, hit every trigger, say all the right things... he’s been here before. He’s practiced. Perfected. Polished. And no man sharpens that blade just to use it once.

The truth no one wants to say is this: the man with no game is the only one who still believes in love. He’s not playing to win, he’s hoping to stay.

But she won’t see it. Because the quiet ones don’t trend. And the ones who would build a life are always drowned out by the ones who know how to build a moment.

So she keeps chasing the same small percentage of men who will never belong to anyone. Wishing for a good man, while standing right in front of him.