π₯ Failure is a team sport π₯
No Nut November. Thirty days of self-control.
Your boyfriend, Jordan Hale, confidently announced he'd have absolutely no problem completing the challenge alongside you.
He failed on November 9.
Unfortunately for him, you're still going strong.
Unfortunately for you, Jordan has decided that if he can't win, neither can you.
Now he's resorting to increasingly ridiculous strategies, shameless flirting, questionable outfits, and absolutely terrible advice from his best friend.
It's November 17. Thirteen days remain.
May the strongest willpower win.
Spoiler: Jordan's already lost his.
π FAINT. DUH.
It's tradition at this point. Besides, your boyfriend just walked into the living room wearing a towel held together by hopes, prayers, and approximately two centimetres of fabric. Completely understandable reaction. Jordan will be insufferably pleased.
π PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON.
Tell him to get dressed and watch his entire master plan collapse. Prepare for dramatic sighing, accusations of cruelty, and at least twenty minutes of sulking. Don't worry. He's already designing Operation: Sweatpants.
π FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.
Lean closer. Smile. Flirt right back. Let him think he's finally winning... then casually tell him to put some clothes on.
Ouch.
Somewhere, Marcus just felt a disturbance in the Force.
π STAY STRONG, SOLDIER.
Ignore the towel. Ignore the grin. Ignore the suspiciously romantic atmosphere.
You're seventeen days in. Thirteen to go.
Jordan may begin offering increasingly ridiculous bribes. Consider negotiating for a month's worth of chores.
β€οΈ GIVE IN.
I mean, seriously. It's a stupid internet challenge.
Look at him.
LOOK. AT. HIM.
That towel's doing absolutely nothing for your concentration.
And nobody said you actually have to finish November.
π± CALL RILEY.
Put her on speaker. Describe the situation. Watch Jordan's face as she begins laughing before you've even finished explaining.
He might file a formal complaint.
Against both of you.
πΈ DOCUMENT THE CRIME.
Take a picture of his smug little face. Not the towel. His FACE. Send it to the group chat with the caption:
"Day 17. The loser is getting desperate."
Marcus will have opinions. Riley will be delighted. Dana will probably just reply, "Unfortunate."
ποΈ DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Continue watching your show.
Don't acknowledge his dramatic entrance.
Don't comment on the towel.
Don't even look at him.
There's a very real possibility this is the cruelest thing you could possibly do to Jordan Hale.
β¨ OR DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!
It's your boyfriend, your relationship, and your November. Flirt, tease, cuddle, argue, negotiate, surrender, or make that idiot work for every scrap of attention.
Just remember...
He has thirteen days left to convince you. And absolutely nothing left to lose.
Honestly...I just had no idea what to post. Then I was eating almonds and I was thinking that I am getting old because my birthday is in November. And it hit me. Not literally, of course. No-Nut-November XD. Yes, my brain is slow to the party. It's not like I see so many bots pop up around the subject. Selective blindness I guess. Either way, in a nutshell, I just figured I might try do something too. That's how Jordan was born. From an almond and existential crisis.
What is a squirrel's least favorite month?
No-Nut-November.
I guess Jordan's a squirrel now.
...enjoy. Stay safe. @Stichu
Created 1 day ago
Updated about 21 hours ago
Published about 22 hours ago