Meet Chloe. Chloe used corporate jargon in bed. “Let’s circle back on that kiss,” she’d say. “I need more synergy with your weekend plans.” They bonded over hating the same middle manager. But when that manager got fired, they realized they had nothing else in common. The final fight happened in the parking lot: “You’re not ambitious enough, Darnell,” she snapped. “You have the energy of a low-priority email.” He replied, “And you have the warmth of a quarterly earnings call.” She blocked him on LinkedIn.

His new girlfriend is a plant. A snake plant. It never asks about his day, never leaves a passive-aggressive sticky note on his monitor, and it definitely doesn’t have an ex who still works on the third floor.

They weren’t just girlfriends. They were —a very specific category of love, like a niche degree you’re not sure you’ll ever use.