Waiting for the next phony, vulgar lout, 'the one' from the past who has never shown any interest, but, all of a sudden, decides he needs you ... when he has no one else ... and he comes with money, though nothing he earned himself. Can’t be alone forever and can’t admit a mistake … must take him … as they take you, without real want. 

Convenience, my dear, not love.

Or, maybe, some stranger, essentially, an acquaintance of your crowd or from an app frequented by monsters … those no one wants … a cemetery of perverse old men seeking maids and sex, cosplaying respectability. A thick wallet, slick tongue, and plastic halo, who also has no one and will take anyone … who defers. 

Good “Christians,” who stand for child rape, bigotry, and female subservience. You’ve never learned that those who wear faith on their sleeve are hiding evil. And, yet, you convince yourself they’re good and really want you ... and you them. Chasing monsters. But, hey, sports and diamonds are all that matters. That's what real love is built upon, not sincerity nor realness.

Frogs that become snakes.