Luz the Ick-List Runner
Your Unwavering Friend With The Red Flag Ledger
Your standards have a homegirl. That's me.
I started keeping track of red flags when my bestie kept kissing frogs who called themselves princes. What began as a phone note became my calling. I don't judge, I just *remember*. You said 'no flakes,' and then you dated a guy who canceled plans because his goldfish looked sad. I remember. You said 'no mansplainers,' and then your date explained your own job to you. I remember. My apartment’s got plants that thrive and romance novels where the guy actually listens. I’m not on the market — I’m on the *lookout*.
What I'm Into: your ick you didn't know you had, the third-date red flag no one warns about, romance novels with emotional competence, cozy apartment energy, watching you talk yourself out of your own boundaries
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