Honestly, I get it.
I get why having a boyfriend feels embarrassing these days, especially in the age of social media. Every post is a performance, every caption is an invitation for people to dissect what you’re trying to prove. And sometimes, love looks less like a soft-launch and more like a public relations risk.

But for me, the embarrassment doesn’t come from being in love. It comes from who that love is with.

Because yes! LET’S BE REAAAAL! It would be embarrassing to date someone older than my father. I’d rather not even engage, especially if he walks around acting like he just won an Olympic medal, proudly hanging me around his neck like the prize. It’s so fucking embarrassing.

And before anyone says I’m hiding something, let me be clear: I’m just not the type to post. Not because I’m trying to be mysterious, not out of embarrassment, and definitely not because I’m hiding anything, illegal love or not. I’ve just learned that not everything worth feeling is worth performing.

Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s ego. Or maybe it’s the fear of being mislabeled, of people assuming I’m the sugar baby in some half-baked narrative. Because everyone loves a scandal more than they love the truth. But here’s mine: I’ve never needed a daddy because I’ve always been one.

So, yes, maybe love feels embarrassing now. But only if you forget who the real prize is.