Old School Ghosts
LOVEDESIRE
They say they want a man who opens doors,
who stands when she walks in.
A man with manners, presence,
and a steady calm grin.
They say they want the call,
not the text.
The flowers.
The hand written note,
folded soft, tucked under a windshield wiper
like it’s 1953 and time still meant something.
But then…
you see her,
thumb on fire,
swiping left through sincerity,
right on whatever looks best with a filter.
She says,
“I want an old school man.”
But she doesn’t even know what that means.
Because an old school woman
stayed when it got hard.
She valued consistency
more than convenience.
She built,
she believed,
she waited.
Now she posts about gentlemen
on a story that vanishes in twenty four hours,
and ghosts the one who calls instead of types.
She wants a cowboy,
but can’t stand the smell of leather.
She wants a builder,
but laughs at rough hands.
She wants a poet,
but scrolls past the words
that don’t rhyme with her mood.
Old school, huh?
You want a man to fight for you,
but not too much.
You want him loyal,
but only if it fits your timeline.
You crave a protector,
but mock his faith,
his discipline,
his code.
You say you miss real courting,
but you’re too busy curating.
You say you want love that lasts,
but you’re already half gone
before he even asks.
And the irony?
It’s thick.
It’s bitter.
It tastes like cheap wine
in a crystal glass.
Because being “old school”
Isn’t about who pays for dinner.
It’s about integrity.
About doing what you said you’d do
when no one’s watching.
About effort,
honor,
and follow through,
the things that don’t trend anymore.
You can’t say you want a man like your grandpa
if you don’t want to be a woman like your grandma.
Because old school went both ways,
mutual respect,
shared struggle,
real faith in love.
Now it’s “seen.”
Now it’s “busy.”
Now it’s “maybe later.”
Now it’s silence that echoes louder
than any promise ever made.
So yeah,
call me outdated.
Call me a relic.
Call me a fool.
But I’d rather stand alone
in what’s real
than kneel to what’s trending.
Because old school isn’t dead,
it’s just haunted.
Haunted by ghosts
that keep saying
they miss it.
While walking right past
every man still living it.
