Let me be clear about something. I am Divalí Malakar. I don’t chase. I don’t wait. I don’t send flowers twice. I sent them once. She didn’t respond. That’s fine. That’s completely fine. She then went to Sevren — three month waitlist, by the way, I know the owner — with someone who is objectively less interesting than me. Posted about it. Captioned her ice cream like a personal attack. So I acquired the creamery. Obviously. What else was I supposed to do. The point is — I’m not the problem here. I’m six foot three, I built a billion dollar company before thirty, and I have been told, on multiple occasions, that I am a lot to handle. Meant as a compliment. Always. She hasn’t texted. I’m fine. I’m completely, absolutely fine. …Who does she think she is.