Best WOman, WOrst WOman
“Tell me about the worst woman you’ve ever known.”
Without hesitation, he painted her as wild, unstable, chaotic. The type who parties hard and burns out even harder.
“And the best woman?”
He softened. His ex-wife. A great mother to his children. Sweet. Nice. Introverted. A stay-at-home type. Stable, responsible — everything the “worst” wasn’t.
And yet, here he was. Sharing his stories with me under the dim rooftop lights, the woman he’d call the worst, still laughing and smiling over nothing more than a mediocre conversation against the city night.
It made me wonder: Do men secretly seek the chaos they claim to fear? Or is chaos simply the only space where they feel safe enough to tell the truth?
The rooftop was lively and chatty, the kind of space that could feel overstimulating if you go alone. I had my headphones and Billie Eilish on standby.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️☆ — I would go back.
Silver obsession continues.
Inspo photo versus the actual nails at Lavender Dreams in Walnut Creek. Seventy five dollars later and I am still searching for a nail artist who really gets Russian mani with cuticle care.
Soundtrack to it all.
-worst woman
