Not even half assed. The .invite you’re not tethered to the guy, it’s the same old shit. And you still have the inherent bias and misogyny leaking out of the guy you’re with to varying degrees.

Love isn’t a band aid from that. It’s a smoke screen. An obfuscation of a still festering wound.

Until the rot is cut out, the wound will still be there, lurking, and slowly slapping you of strength and resilience until a fever hits and you die.