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2024.05.15 09:41 Chris_Thompson7951 Limerence. The Heart's Cocaine. Can it turn a casual dalliance into a life destroying addiction to chasing the un·ob·tain·a·ble?
It was late November 2015. I was 51 and one year past my divorce (which was not related to cheating) when I became so disgusted with myself that I knew I had to pick myself up. I was alone for the long holiday, and although I wasn't really sad or lonely, I felt empty. However, I had some extra time to consider how does one picks oneself up.
I made a list of potential New Year resolutions that were individually realistic. Some were really easy and stupid like “have your chipped front tooth fixed” and “take & post a selfie”. These smaller tasks fueled my confidence and provided the energy boosts needed to tackle the more challenging resolutions, like starting a weight loss challenge at work.
Skip ahead to March 4th 2016. I had a Friday lunch date with a married client that I met two weeks prior. Of course, it was not a real date, as I wouldn't impose myself on a married woman, nor would I risk my career or my ego, especially if the signals she seemed to be sending were just a product of my wishful thinking, stimulated by checking off some boxes on the list on the fridge dated 1/1/16.
The following is my thank you note to her for a great date as well as for helping me check a lot of boxes over the past few weeks. I sent her a link to it as it is in the form of my first ever online post (one more check box, YAY!).
************************************** We were only 1 minute in the hotel room; her jeans in a ball on the floor. She sat at the foot of the king sized bed and backed her way into the stack of oversized pillows lining the headboard. I followed as If attached by a leash. I landed somewhat awkwardly on my elbows between her legs finding myself squarely face to face with the tattoo. This tattoo, that she so shamelessly revealed just a week ago, the same tattoo that has been scorching my thoughts and the same tattoo that she promised me complete and unlimited access.
It’s been a long time since I have been here or anywhere near as nice as here, between the legs of a beautiful woman 20 years younger and far out of my league....even when I was her age. I took a second to drink in my fortunate situation. I admired her panties. All day I was so hoping she would wear those same panties as before. She didn’t. These were different but similar enough. The delicate lace and silk perfectly framed the tattoo on her hip. She did not disappoint. There is a fruity jasmine scent, intoxicatingly pleasant, and oh so subtle. It is not here. I’ll need to find its source. I want more of that. (I remember being thoroughly impressed and thinking to myself “This girl is good”.)
I briefly forgot that there was someone else here besides myself and the tattoo. How long have I been down here perving out on her? I wondered. I hesitated, and then apologetically looked up half expecting a well-deserved snarky glare. What I found instead was an ear to ear compassionate smile followed by a tilt of her head and an arch of her eyebrow that said “I like that you like that, carry on”.
With confidence restored that we were still in sync, I adjusted myself so that I was in a good position to thoroughly enjoy what I came to do. I kissed the tattoo hard and gave it a good lick. The challenge for today was “Taste the Tattoo” and I won. I did a small celebration gesture that she rolled her eyes to. I continued to kiss and taste all around until every freckle got some personal attention. As I got to the upper most reaches of her inner thighs, I looked up to check in as I was about to cross a new line. For the first time she was not looking back at me but had laid her head back deep into the pillows, her eyes closed. I took that as a yes!
I marveled at the softness of her inner thighs on my cheeks as I gently placed kisses up one and down the other. As I kissed her through her panties, her hips responded by arching her up in anticipation of each next kiss. Before long, those wonderful panties were just getting in the way. I stopped and pondered whether to just slide them aside or remove them or to risk interrupting the mood and attempt a complete wardrobe removal as we were both still fully dressed except for her jeans.
I didn’t have to ponder long as she knew what she wanted and it was not any of the options I was considering. Still lying back with her head semi submerged within the pillows, she held out her arms as if gesturing for a hug. I moved up her body and when I got close enough she pulled me in for a kiss.
Unbelievably, this was our first kiss. I found it odd that we had not kissed yet and was grateful she thought to stop for a moment to have a kiss. We kissed some and then I settled in to thoroughly enjoy it. However, the kiss to come was not the kiss I was expecting or a kiss I was ready for. It was a kiss that could ruin everything.
Technically, there was one kiss before. It was an awkward kiss 5-10 minutes earlier just after we entered the room. All in about the time it took for the hotel door to close behind us, she tossed her bag on the sofa, had her jewelry off and set on the nightstand while I emptied my pockets and silenced my phone.
We approached each other, and as we met I was looking at the place where the tattoo would be under her shirt and behind her jeans. They were higher cut and could not be pulled down that far to get to the tattoo. They would have to come off. To just reach in and do that would be an uncharacteristically bold move for me. But I did have unquestionable permission to have the tattoo in any way that I desired. I reached down with both hands and took hold of the waistband on each side of the button. I didn’t see her simultaneous move in at me at first. Just as I felt the metal of the button, I felt her reaching her arms around my neck and realized that she was tip toeing up for a kiss. It caught me unexpectedly and I think it showed on my face that it did. I tried to recover and moved back in to accept her lips on to mine but it turned into an awkward peck.
I scolded myself for the selfish moment and just as I was trying to formulate a recovery gesture, she, without missing a beat, gently dismissed my fumble and gracefully restored the momentum. “Oh” she said with surprise in her tone, while looking down at my fingers ready to release her button. Then, in a more playfully quizzical tone, she followed with “I guess you want to get right to THAT then” and she stepped back away from me where I lost grip of her jeans. She replaced my fingers on the button with hers, paused, maybe waiting for me to look up to her eyes, which I finally did, then flashed me a devilishly naughty smile and pulled her jeans down to the top of her boots. She then proudly announced, mostly to herself, “You really are going to let me have fun with you, aren’t you!” seemingly shedding any doubts in her mind that I would go through with this. She then sat at the foot of the all white linen king sized bed, removed her boots and jeans and backed her way into the stack of oversized pillows lining the headboard.
Back to our kiss. The kiss that from now on I will reflect on as our first kiss
Responding to her hug gesture, I moved up her body and when I got close enough she pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t flub it this time, but again, I didn’t know it was coming, and prolly I should have. It took only ten seconds to adjust and synchronize to each other’s kissing form. It was warm and succulent and sweet and was wonderful. I really was surprised at how nice this felt. I don’t recall married kissing being this enjoyable. I remember saying to myself “Damn, this girl can kiss”.
I was on top, in a position that wasn’t going to be comfortable for as long as I wanted this to last, so I backed away to reposition but she held tight indicating she didn’t want me to move. I gestured at the space next to her and she relented. We then settled in facing one another side by side; her smile confirming that this was a nice place. We were hugging and kissing, pulling each other closer and looking into each other’s eyes. Our legs intertwined and our hands were roaming, but not really in a sexual way, more like trying to make as much body contact as possible. I couldn’t get over how I felt so much more familiarity than there was. What I did not recognize at the time was that this was the physical intimacy catching up to match the virtual intimacy we have been sharing online.
Soon the intensity escalated and it was getting very hot very quickly. The intensity and passion that was building was not something I ever expected or planned for. This was the rare kind of making out where accidental hickeys happen and inadvertent “Oh god I love you’s” slip out. Not that either of those was going to happen but my safe, non-committal no emotional strings encounter was getting too hot to not risk introducing emotions into the situation. And that could happen.
At some point I was no longer kissing her lips and mouth but was kissing her.
I broke contact to catch a breath and maybe get some control of the fire. We stopped for a moment to breathe and cool off. She slid herself on top and I rolled over on to my back to accommodate her. She looked at me with eyes that appeared to agree that it was a good time to slow it down. She closed her eyes and she seemed to enjoy that I was rubbing her back with both hands that I slipped up under her shirt. She presented her lips for me to kiss and then her cheek for the same, then neck and ear and lips again. Her long hair had fallen down around us, surrounding our faces like a vail creating a tiny private and even more intimate space. Inside here it was darker and the temperature and humidity rose quickly. We were breathing each other’s breath between kisses. All of a sudden I noticed that Jasmine was back. Not subtle this time, but deep and fulfilling. I loved it.
This fragrance stuff really works. The next morning just after waking up, I caught an unexpected subtle whiff on my skin under my watch and my heart jumped by 20 beats. Who’d a thunk it possible?
The passion was building again but since I was aware and cautious now, I wanted to enjoy and go with it. I thought I could keep it measured and I did for a while as it does take two. The kissing slowed to half and so did the passion. However, the rest of our bodies started to make up for it and the touching evolved into the sexual. She was still on top of me and my hands were exploring and squeezing on her panty covered butt, then under and in those panties. Her body contact became more targeted as she was now very deliberately mashing her fun stuff all over my fun stuff. The kissing subsided but replaced with the audible accompaniment of her squeaks, moans and quicker breathing timed with her mashing I was no longer in control. The passion was under control but being replaced with something intimately erotic.
I abruptly escaped by gently rolling her over on to her back then getting up and knelling between her legs. I took a moment to catch my breath and wanted to say “That is getting WAY too intimate. Can we get naked and have sex now?” However, I tugged at her panties and said something dorky like “can we take these off now?” Yes, we were still both fully dressed except for her jeans
Since I am the kind of guy who doesn’t kiss and tell, (well, only tells about the kisses) and this is not the forum for it, I am not going to talk about the sexy part over the next 30 minutes. I will tell you that we did finally each get ourselves unceremoniously naked and then the sexy part finishes where it started, with me finishing all over that beautiful tattoo. Of course I did a small celebration gesture that she rolled her eyes to.
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Cuddle time. Our snapchats leading up to this encounter were heavy on the anticipation and buildup but didn’t contain a lot of detail about or define what stuff would happen during our “fun” time together.
Me: “Ok then, tomorrow lunchtime, I’m in.”
Her: “OMG Are you saying that you are REALLY going to come here and let me have fun with you?
Me: “I’m REALLY going to come there. I am REALLY going to fully inspect that tattoo, as well as the neighborhood where the tattoo lives.
Her: “I so can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
Me: “WOW….Now that this is real and going to happen, my heart is beating so hard that I am afraid that people can see it through my shirt.”
Her: “You have to tell me, are you being SERIOUS right now? You can’t say this and not show up. It’s OK if you are teasing, but you have to say so that you are now….not tomorrow!!!”
Me: “I am SERIOUS and I PROMISE I will be there. You have gotten to me, BAD. All week with the way we have been talking..err..I mean snapchatting; I can’t get you out of my head. Then today with those tattoo snaps you sent; I can’t get up from my desk. LOL…..NOT kidding NOT teasing.”
Her: “I am BAD, and I like having FUN. I am going to have so much fun with you!!!”
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The only specific things I recall us acknowledging we would do with our “fun” was tattoo inspection and cuddle time. So as soon as cleanup from sexy time was done we both knew what time it was. For me, as good as the inspection was the cuddle was better. Just as during the sexy time we changed things up and we got to cuddle many ways. We started face to face full contact hugging just like our kissing time with some but less kissing and more being in the moment.
We were still hot (temperature hot now) and sweaty so that didn’t last long. She turned over and we spooned some. I was still craving full body contact but it was still so hot that we had to separate a bit. No contact spooning if you will, with just my one hand caressing her exposed shoulder and arm and hip with an occasional butt cheek squeeze.
It was about that time that we had our first ever personal conversation. On the project there were lots of flirty banter and some personal stories but almost always as part of a group. We had many phone calls and a few project meetings with just us two but never did the conversation get personal. Until now the only personal talks (Chats) we have had have been via Snapchat. I don’t recall who asked the first question of the other, but it was like a dam broke and we started filling in the details of our lives, our feelings and all the things we chatted about.
There was a lot to tell and we were giddy like children (child) best friends re-meeting on the first day of school catching each other up on our summer vacations. At one point she had something compelling to say and faster than a fish out of water she flipped back to facing me so she could gesture with her hand and punctuate through her expression. She landed close. Closer that I think she meant to at first and just a bit awkward I felt. But I was wrong. She didn’t back up an inch. I really couldn’t see her hand but I could feel that she was using it in the 2 to 4 inches of space between our chests. Her face was right into mine. She would lean back or up just an inch when she wanted me to see her eyes or smile or frown for emphasis, then settle back into the pillows with our foreheads or noses or cheeks touching. It was the farthest thing in the world from awkward.
If there was a recurring theme for the day it would be HOT; in every sense and synonym of the word. Again, it was getting too sweaty to remain that close. This time she broke contact to catch a breath and escape the heat. We stopped talking for a moment to breathe and cool off. She sat up, crawled to, and grabbed the (sexy time) clean-up towel that was at the far foot of the bed. She turned around so that she was kneeling facing me as she brought the towel up to her chest to absorb the beads and drips of sweat that had accumulated. As I watched, I again thought of my great fortune to be right here right now feeing what I feel and seeing the beauty before me. She pushed the towel down across her belly button and it fell into her lap.
I observed the soft sunlight reflecting off the white sheets, the white towel, and the white pillows bathed her in perfect light creating just a hint of subtle shadows in all of the right places on her angelic white skin. I started consciously taking photos with my mind. I wanted to capture every nuance and note every detail. I don’t know if I will ever be here again.
I don't recall if my next realization was comprehended in a split second, or if it took ten seconds to develop, but a terrible fear washed over me that for the first time in forever, she was beyond my touch and her next action might be to look for her panties or go jump in the shower. We were after all, deep into the second hour of her hour long lunch.
As I was preparing myself for the pain soon to come, I couldn't understand where it was coming from. I had the BEST DAY EVER, but I felt like an exhausted child who just watched the Disney fireworks finally and knows what that means.
What the hell? What is happening in my head? I don't even know this girl, let alone have feelings for her beyond she made my dick feel good at lunchtime.....and, I guess my ego is healthier since I met her. I have not cheated on my diet since she turned on the flattery the week before. I was sure it had to be somehow manipulative, but I hoped that if only a 5% chance it wasn't AND she liked me AND her mom was single, made it easy to keep my snacking to peas & carrots.
My self esteem has been skyrocketing too, as I have been checking a lot of boxes on my refrigerator. LOL, so many in fact, that I have been adding things to the list after they happened that I didn't dare put on it as they seemed pretty unobtainable just two months before. "Get sent a nude selfie, check. Have the confidence to send one back, check. Take a hottie 32 year old client out to lunch and fuck her brains out, check.
Did I just discover that I like girls who make my self esteem feel good more than I like girls who make my dick feel good?
Shit, that wasn't even on my top ten list. Smart, funny, pretty, Kind, whatever is the opposite of bitchy, fun in bed, boobs and/or an age appropriate figure is always nice, curious, someone you can trust to see you at your worst. Before today, "genuinely being a boost & support of my self esteem" was 10th.
Then BAM. I was hit in the face with the towel. Damn girl, I hope you can handle a spanking because I was just on the verge of making an interpersonal discovery of some importance over here, I thought to myself. I noticed the slightest or possibly mock look of concern on her face as she asks "you're not having any regrets or second thoughts over there are you?". I reflexively replied "Oh god no". Then with some emphasys, I continued "today was incredible. I REALLY needed this and you were PERFECT, thank you".
Again she did not disappoint. She crawled to the top of the bed on the far side and then to me over the pillows and laid down at a 90 angle to me on her stomach parallel to the headboard with her head nearly right on top of mine. She propped herself up a bit on her elbows and we kissed deeply. It was nice.
I made a few attempts to shake my internal drama, get out of my head and get back to my goal of picking my self up after my divorce. Oops, I mean back to pleasing a beautiful woman who clearly was not yet done having her fun with me. The emotional rollercoaster ride over the last hours, days & weeks completely blew out my brains ability to generate or absorb endorphins or whatever happens in a situation like this. Shortly after we had joked around while showering together, kissing goodbye (just like when I kissed my endorphin killing ex wife) and going on back to our separate lives.
I drove the hour or so home, brought my dog to the park and had healthiest and happiest cry I ever had. I don't know what I was feeling or why, but I was feeling again and it brought me much relief and contentedness.
We texted a bit that evening confirming that we each enjoyed our time together and agreeing that we should do that again sometime. The next day, Saturday, her husband took their 5 & 8 year old sons somewhere for the day. We checked in with each other again over text and chatted some about our lunch but the spark or excitement we usually had was not the same.
I reached out again that evening and asked if she was in a place that we could talk on the phone. She resisted but did call me (our first personal phone call). It took her 24 hours to let her cry bubble up. It turns out that our emotional experiences were remarkably similar, albeit from different perspectives.
She much later reveals that she felt emotionally dead for her hubby. She evolved to a bad place where she wanted fuck anyone but her hubby but still fucked him twice a week and had to appear happy to do it, killing her brain chemistry.
We rode the best and worst roller coaster in the world for 6 or 8 months....until the the Cocaine eventually wore off or the unobtainable became obtainable and it wasn't the the same rush for either of us any longer. She was the closest thing to a drug addiction that I ever felt. I never wanted anyone or anything like I wanted her.
My hope is that this story helps one person answer the question "Why the hell would he/she risk giving up their wonderful & loving family for an hour with a douchebag or a skank?"
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I made a list of potential New Year resolutions that were individually realistic. Some were really easy and stupid like “have your chipped front tooth fixed” and “take & post a selfie”. These smaller tasks fueled my confidence and provided the energy boosts needed to tackle the more challenging resolutions, like starting a weight loss challenge at work.
Skip ahead to March 4th 2016. I had a Friday lunch date with a married client that I met two weeks prior. Of course, it was not a real date, as I wouldn't impose myself on a married woman, nor would I risk my career or my ego, especially if the signals she seemed to be sending were just a product of my wishful thinking, stimulated by checking off some boxes on the list on the fridge dated 1/1/16.
The following is my thank you note to her for a great date as well as for helping me check a lot of boxes over the past few weeks. I sent her a link to it as it is in the form of my first ever online post (one more check box, YAY!).
************************************** We were only 1 minute in the hotel room; her jeans in a ball on the floor. She sat at the foot of the king sized bed and backed her way into the stack of oversized pillows lining the headboard. I followed as If attached by a leash. I landed somewhat awkwardly on my elbows between her legs finding myself squarely face to face with the tattoo. This tattoo, that she so shamelessly revealed just a week ago, the same tattoo that has been scorching my thoughts and the same tattoo that she promised me complete and unlimited access.
It’s been a long time since I have been here or anywhere near as nice as here, between the legs of a beautiful woman 20 years younger and far out of my league....even when I was her age. I took a second to drink in my fortunate situation. I admired her panties. All day I was so hoping she would wear those same panties as before. She didn’t. These were different but similar enough. The delicate lace and silk perfectly framed the tattoo on her hip. She did not disappoint. There is a fruity jasmine scent, intoxicatingly pleasant, and oh so subtle. It is not here. I’ll need to find its source. I want more of that. (I remember being thoroughly impressed and thinking to myself “This girl is good”.)
I briefly forgot that there was someone else here besides myself and the tattoo. How long have I been down here perving out on her? I wondered. I hesitated, and then apologetically looked up half expecting a well-deserved snarky glare. What I found instead was an ear to ear compassionate smile followed by a tilt of her head and an arch of her eyebrow that said “I like that you like that, carry on”.
With confidence restored that we were still in sync, I adjusted myself so that I was in a good position to thoroughly enjoy what I came to do. I kissed the tattoo hard and gave it a good lick. The challenge for today was “Taste the Tattoo” and I won. I did a small celebration gesture that she rolled her eyes to. I continued to kiss and taste all around until every freckle got some personal attention. As I got to the upper most reaches of her inner thighs, I looked up to check in as I was about to cross a new line. For the first time she was not looking back at me but had laid her head back deep into the pillows, her eyes closed. I took that as a yes!
I marveled at the softness of her inner thighs on my cheeks as I gently placed kisses up one and down the other. As I kissed her through her panties, her hips responded by arching her up in anticipation of each next kiss. Before long, those wonderful panties were just getting in the way. I stopped and pondered whether to just slide them aside or remove them or to risk interrupting the mood and attempt a complete wardrobe removal as we were both still fully dressed except for her jeans.
I didn’t have to ponder long as she knew what she wanted and it was not any of the options I was considering. Still lying back with her head semi submerged within the pillows, she held out her arms as if gesturing for a hug. I moved up her body and when I got close enough she pulled me in for a kiss.
Unbelievably, this was our first kiss. I found it odd that we had not kissed yet and was grateful she thought to stop for a moment to have a kiss. We kissed some and then I settled in to thoroughly enjoy it. However, the kiss to come was not the kiss I was expecting or a kiss I was ready for. It was a kiss that could ruin everything.
Technically, there was one kiss before. It was an awkward kiss 5-10 minutes earlier just after we entered the room. All in about the time it took for the hotel door to close behind us, she tossed her bag on the sofa, had her jewelry off and set on the nightstand while I emptied my pockets and silenced my phone.
We approached each other, and as we met I was looking at the place where the tattoo would be under her shirt and behind her jeans. They were higher cut and could not be pulled down that far to get to the tattoo. They would have to come off. To just reach in and do that would be an uncharacteristically bold move for me. But I did have unquestionable permission to have the tattoo in any way that I desired. I reached down with both hands and took hold of the waistband on each side of the button. I didn’t see her simultaneous move in at me at first. Just as I felt the metal of the button, I felt her reaching her arms around my neck and realized that she was tip toeing up for a kiss. It caught me unexpectedly and I think it showed on my face that it did. I tried to recover and moved back in to accept her lips on to mine but it turned into an awkward peck.
I scolded myself for the selfish moment and just as I was trying to formulate a recovery gesture, she, without missing a beat, gently dismissed my fumble and gracefully restored the momentum. “Oh” she said with surprise in her tone, while looking down at my fingers ready to release her button. Then, in a more playfully quizzical tone, she followed with “I guess you want to get right to THAT then” and she stepped back away from me where I lost grip of her jeans. She replaced my fingers on the button with hers, paused, maybe waiting for me to look up to her eyes, which I finally did, then flashed me a devilishly naughty smile and pulled her jeans down to the top of her boots. She then proudly announced, mostly to herself, “You really are going to let me have fun with you, aren’t you!” seemingly shedding any doubts in her mind that I would go through with this. She then sat at the foot of the all white linen king sized bed, removed her boots and jeans and backed her way into the stack of oversized pillows lining the headboard.
Back to our kiss. The kiss that from now on I will reflect on as our first kiss
Responding to her hug gesture, I moved up her body and when I got close enough she pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t flub it this time, but again, I didn’t know it was coming, and prolly I should have. It took only ten seconds to adjust and synchronize to each other’s kissing form. It was warm and succulent and sweet and was wonderful. I really was surprised at how nice this felt. I don’t recall married kissing being this enjoyable. I remember saying to myself “Damn, this girl can kiss”.
I was on top, in a position that wasn’t going to be comfortable for as long as I wanted this to last, so I backed away to reposition but she held tight indicating she didn’t want me to move. I gestured at the space next to her and she relented. We then settled in facing one another side by side; her smile confirming that this was a nice place. We were hugging and kissing, pulling each other closer and looking into each other’s eyes. Our legs intertwined and our hands were roaming, but not really in a sexual way, more like trying to make as much body contact as possible. I couldn’t get over how I felt so much more familiarity than there was. What I did not recognize at the time was that this was the physical intimacy catching up to match the virtual intimacy we have been sharing online.
Soon the intensity escalated and it was getting very hot very quickly. The intensity and passion that was building was not something I ever expected or planned for. This was the rare kind of making out where accidental hickeys happen and inadvertent “Oh god I love you’s” slip out. Not that either of those was going to happen but my safe, non-committal no emotional strings encounter was getting too hot to not risk introducing emotions into the situation. And that could happen.
At some point I was no longer kissing her lips and mouth but was kissing her.
I broke contact to catch a breath and maybe get some control of the fire. We stopped for a moment to breathe and cool off. She slid herself on top and I rolled over on to my back to accommodate her. She looked at me with eyes that appeared to agree that it was a good time to slow it down. She closed her eyes and she seemed to enjoy that I was rubbing her back with both hands that I slipped up under her shirt. She presented her lips for me to kiss and then her cheek for the same, then neck and ear and lips again. Her long hair had fallen down around us, surrounding our faces like a vail creating a tiny private and even more intimate space. Inside here it was darker and the temperature and humidity rose quickly. We were breathing each other’s breath between kisses. All of a sudden I noticed that Jasmine was back. Not subtle this time, but deep and fulfilling. I loved it.
This fragrance stuff really works. The next morning just after waking up, I caught an unexpected subtle whiff on my skin under my watch and my heart jumped by 20 beats. Who’d a thunk it possible?
The passion was building again but since I was aware and cautious now, I wanted to enjoy and go with it. I thought I could keep it measured and I did for a while as it does take two. The kissing slowed to half and so did the passion. However, the rest of our bodies started to make up for it and the touching evolved into the sexual. She was still on top of me and my hands were exploring and squeezing on her panty covered butt, then under and in those panties. Her body contact became more targeted as she was now very deliberately mashing her fun stuff all over my fun stuff. The kissing subsided but replaced with the audible accompaniment of her squeaks, moans and quicker breathing timed with her mashing I was no longer in control. The passion was under control but being replaced with something intimately erotic.
I abruptly escaped by gently rolling her over on to her back then getting up and knelling between her legs. I took a moment to catch my breath and wanted to say “That is getting WAY too intimate. Can we get naked and have sex now?” However, I tugged at her panties and said something dorky like “can we take these off now?” Yes, we were still both fully dressed except for her jeans
Since I am the kind of guy who doesn’t kiss and tell, (well, only tells about the kisses) and this is not the forum for it, I am not going to talk about the sexy part over the next 30 minutes. I will tell you that we did finally each get ourselves unceremoniously naked and then the sexy part finishes where it started, with me finishing all over that beautiful tattoo. Of course I did a small celebration gesture that she rolled her eyes to.
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Cuddle time. Our snapchats leading up to this encounter were heavy on the anticipation and buildup but didn’t contain a lot of detail about or define what stuff would happen during our “fun” time together.
Me: “Ok then, tomorrow lunchtime, I’m in.”
Her: “OMG Are you saying that you are REALLY going to come here and let me have fun with you?
Me: “I’m REALLY going to come there. I am REALLY going to fully inspect that tattoo, as well as the neighborhood where the tattoo lives.
Her: “I so can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
Me: “WOW….Now that this is real and going to happen, my heart is beating so hard that I am afraid that people can see it through my shirt.”
Her: “You have to tell me, are you being SERIOUS right now? You can’t say this and not show up. It’s OK if you are teasing, but you have to say so that you are now….not tomorrow!!!”
Me: “I am SERIOUS and I PROMISE I will be there. You have gotten to me, BAD. All week with the way we have been talking..err..I mean snapchatting; I can’t get you out of my head. Then today with those tattoo snaps you sent; I can’t get up from my desk. LOL…..NOT kidding NOT teasing.”
Her: “I am BAD, and I like having FUN. I am going to have so much fun with you!!!”
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The only specific things I recall us acknowledging we would do with our “fun” was tattoo inspection and cuddle time. So as soon as cleanup from sexy time was done we both knew what time it was. For me, as good as the inspection was the cuddle was better. Just as during the sexy time we changed things up and we got to cuddle many ways. We started face to face full contact hugging just like our kissing time with some but less kissing and more being in the moment.
We were still hot (temperature hot now) and sweaty so that didn’t last long. She turned over and we spooned some. I was still craving full body contact but it was still so hot that we had to separate a bit. No contact spooning if you will, with just my one hand caressing her exposed shoulder and arm and hip with an occasional butt cheek squeeze.
It was about that time that we had our first ever personal conversation. On the project there were lots of flirty banter and some personal stories but almost always as part of a group. We had many phone calls and a few project meetings with just us two but never did the conversation get personal. Until now the only personal talks (Chats) we have had have been via Snapchat. I don’t recall who asked the first question of the other, but it was like a dam broke and we started filling in the details of our lives, our feelings and all the things we chatted about.
There was a lot to tell and we were giddy like children (child) best friends re-meeting on the first day of school catching each other up on our summer vacations. At one point she had something compelling to say and faster than a fish out of water she flipped back to facing me so she could gesture with her hand and punctuate through her expression. She landed close. Closer that I think she meant to at first and just a bit awkward I felt. But I was wrong. She didn’t back up an inch. I really couldn’t see her hand but I could feel that she was using it in the 2 to 4 inches of space between our chests. Her face was right into mine. She would lean back or up just an inch when she wanted me to see her eyes or smile or frown for emphasis, then settle back into the pillows with our foreheads or noses or cheeks touching. It was the farthest thing in the world from awkward.
If there was a recurring theme for the day it would be HOT; in every sense and synonym of the word. Again, it was getting too sweaty to remain that close. This time she broke contact to catch a breath and escape the heat. We stopped talking for a moment to breathe and cool off. She sat up, crawled to, and grabbed the (sexy time) clean-up towel that was at the far foot of the bed. She turned around so that she was kneeling facing me as she brought the towel up to her chest to absorb the beads and drips of sweat that had accumulated. As I watched, I again thought of my great fortune to be right here right now feeing what I feel and seeing the beauty before me. She pushed the towel down across her belly button and it fell into her lap.
I observed the soft sunlight reflecting off the white sheets, the white towel, and the white pillows bathed her in perfect light creating just a hint of subtle shadows in all of the right places on her angelic white skin. I started consciously taking photos with my mind. I wanted to capture every nuance and note every detail. I don’t know if I will ever be here again.
I don't recall if my next realization was comprehended in a split second, or if it took ten seconds to develop, but a terrible fear washed over me that for the first time in forever, she was beyond my touch and her next action might be to look for her panties or go jump in the shower. We were after all, deep into the second hour of her hour long lunch.
As I was preparing myself for the pain soon to come, I couldn't understand where it was coming from. I had the BEST DAY EVER, but I felt like an exhausted child who just watched the Disney fireworks finally and knows what that means.
What the hell? What is happening in my head? I don't even know this girl, let alone have feelings for her beyond she made my dick feel good at lunchtime.....and, I guess my ego is healthier since I met her. I have not cheated on my diet since she turned on the flattery the week before. I was sure it had to be somehow manipulative, but I hoped that if only a 5% chance it wasn't AND she liked me AND her mom was single, made it easy to keep my snacking to peas & carrots.
My self esteem has been skyrocketing too, as I have been checking a lot of boxes on my refrigerator. LOL, so many in fact, that I have been adding things to the list after they happened that I didn't dare put on it as they seemed pretty unobtainable just two months before. "Get sent a nude selfie, check. Have the confidence to send one back, check. Take a hottie 32 year old client out to lunch and fuck her brains out, check.
Did I just discover that I like girls who make my self esteem feel good more than I like girls who make my dick feel good?
Shit, that wasn't even on my top ten list. Smart, funny, pretty, Kind, whatever is the opposite of bitchy, fun in bed, boobs and/or an age appropriate figure is always nice, curious, someone you can trust to see you at your worst. Before today, "genuinely being a boost & support of my self esteem" was 10th.
Then BAM. I was hit in the face with the towel. Damn girl, I hope you can handle a spanking because I was just on the verge of making an interpersonal discovery of some importance over here, I thought to myself. I noticed the slightest or possibly mock look of concern on her face as she asks "you're not having any regrets or second thoughts over there are you?". I reflexively replied "Oh god no". Then with some emphasys, I continued "today was incredible. I REALLY needed this and you were PERFECT, thank you".
Again she did not disappoint. She crawled to the top of the bed on the far side and then to me over the pillows and laid down at a 90 angle to me on her stomach parallel to the headboard with her head nearly right on top of mine. She propped herself up a bit on her elbows and we kissed deeply. It was nice.
I made a few attempts to shake my internal drama, get out of my head and get back to my goal of picking my self up after my divorce. Oops, I mean back to pleasing a beautiful woman who clearly was not yet done having her fun with me. The emotional rollercoaster ride over the last hours, days & weeks completely blew out my brains ability to generate or absorb endorphins or whatever happens in a situation like this. Shortly after we had joked around while showering together, kissing goodbye (just like when I kissed my endorphin killing ex wife) and going on back to our separate lives.
I drove the hour or so home, brought my dog to the park and had healthiest and happiest cry I ever had. I don't know what I was feeling or why, but I was feeling again and it brought me much relief and contentedness.
We texted a bit that evening confirming that we each enjoyed our time together and agreeing that we should do that again sometime. The next day, Saturday, her husband took their 5 & 8 year old sons somewhere for the day. We checked in with each other again over text and chatted some about our lunch but the spark or excitement we usually had was not the same.
I reached out again that evening and asked if she was in a place that we could talk on the phone. She resisted but did call me (our first personal phone call). It took her 24 hours to let her cry bubble up. It turns out that our emotional experiences were remarkably similar, albeit from different perspectives.
She much later reveals that she felt emotionally dead for her hubby. She evolved to a bad place where she wanted fuck anyone but her hubby but still fucked him twice a week and had to appear happy to do it, killing her brain chemistry.
We rode the best and worst roller coaster in the world for 6 or 8 months....until the the Cocaine eventually wore off or the unobtainable became obtainable and it wasn't the the same rush for either of us any longer. She was the closest thing to a drug addiction that I ever felt. I never wanted anyone or anything like I wanted her.
My hope is that this story helps one person answer the question "Why the hell would he/she risk giving up their wonderful & loving family for an hour with a douchebag or a skank?"
2024.05.15 08:36 kinkykeyframes I've decided to move on from my crush because I don't think she's interested in me after trying for months, this is my confession to her: She's the most beautiful woman with the most stunning eyes.
Right now I am sitting on my chair. That’s just the introductory line. Where I am right now doesn’t matter. But so you know I've got my laptop before me and SLANDER - Love Is Gone via my headphones, my notes app is open to write about you, but the more I think about it, the harder it seems to write. So I’m not going to make anything up, I’m going to tell you what keeps me awake at night.
when I am just getting ready for relationships I am exploring, talking, and texting a lot of women out there, and you are one among them, never did I know that you would be the one closest to what I call my type of woman.
First of all, you are such a bad girl, you look pretty bad. You look beautiful…How perfect your body is. I wanted to talk to you like soo fucking bad, and for several months I used to stalk you and search for you in places where you are most often seen.
"Love" is dangerous, the last time I was in love it broke me and tore me apart, so I made sure I never fell in love without much consideration.
So I considered three phases before I fell in love with someone to start a relationship.
Phase 1: Chemistry/spark- this happens when you look at someone randomly at a party, it's the first impression. This is purely based on looks, you only approach someone if their looks are good, this is the first initiation process it depends on looks. Sometimes it's based on skills and talent. Chemistry happens with anyone it's not that special. but it's necessary to take things further.
I believe we have this chemistry or spark between us. we fuck each other with our eyes, I do enjoy this a lot. Your eyes are just awesome, I can look into them all day long, it's breathtaking.
Phase 2: The Connection- this is about the time spent together, over a period you see each other at parties, college, and hangouts. At this stage, you don't know each of you on a deeper level, but spend a lot of time together.
I made several attempts to get to know you better but you were always reluctant. I asked you if I could pick you up from your lab but you overlooked my messages. I tried to see you several times and talk to you in person, but you avoided it, I am not complaining but I respect your decision to ignore someone whom you dont like or dont have the mood to associate with in any regard. We never really had a connection, and My attempts to get to know you better failed miserably.
Phase 3: Compatibility - when you know you can take things to the next level with this person. You talk about your long-term goals and see if both of your goals and values align. Now you are ready to confess to her and ask her out.
we never really had a connection so there is no point in thinking about compatibility when there is no connection.
I remember when you spoke about how you wanted to get married at 28 lead a happy life as a government employee, and eventually end up as a homemaker. And I do respect how you want to live your life. Even my mom is a homemaker. I also believe that you are very talented and the fact that you wanted to settle for a government job is a much smaller target you kept for yourself since you are more capable of being a more independent and successful woman. You are ambitious, if you focus your energy in a direction you will become much more successful than you think. Just pick something that you love to do and keep doing it, You do have a great fashion sense, There were days I just wanted to come to Food Street to look at your outfit, have you ever thought of becoming a model? maybe on Instagram? you should consider having a public Instagram profile for yourself and upload content though you surely will rock.
Remember when I grabbed your hands to look at your watch? When I think about your sensual touch, the passion and desire I felt burned like a fucking fire within me. Sometimes the intense desire to hold you, just for the sheer joy of feeling you against me, is overwhelming. Sometimes I imagine going up against the wall with you or maybe I wanted my face between your legs. This is what keeps me up at night lol. But trust me my ultimate goal is to not have sex with you or kiss you or get physically intimate with you. I was physically intimate with a lot of women in the past without actually loving them, so it's baseless to just wanting someone for sex, when you can find any prostitute out there, I usually sexualize a lot about my crushes. What matters more to me are chemistry connection, and compatibility.
Everybody knows that I am deeply crushing on you but the thing is I never really rush into relationships. I am not desperate. Today I am just attracted to you but I never really love you in any regard, what I call you is "my crush".
I wish I could spend more time with you, which you didn't allow me to.
Even before I met you in person, I believed that I was out of your league, at least you made me feel like it by ghosting me. I am not complaining about it tho, because I know How I look.
I just wanted to tell you that if there is one thing that I am proud of about myself is that I know myself. So I know how I look. I wanted to let you know that
Everyone's life is short I will keep moving on and explore other woman at college, and I don't want you to give me false hopes in any way. I really do respect you for who you are, My intention is not to accuse you of something, I really do love my life and I deserve someone who loves me and who invests their time in me like the way I do.
I hope you get that.
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when I am just getting ready for relationships I am exploring, talking, and texting a lot of women out there, and you are one among them, never did I know that you would be the one closest to what I call my type of woman.
First of all, you are such a bad girl, you look pretty bad. You look beautiful…How perfect your body is. I wanted to talk to you like soo fucking bad, and for several months I used to stalk you and search for you in places where you are most often seen.
"Love" is dangerous, the last time I was in love it broke me and tore me apart, so I made sure I never fell in love without much consideration.
So I considered three phases before I fell in love with someone to start a relationship.
Phase 1: Chemistry/spark- this happens when you look at someone randomly at a party, it's the first impression. This is purely based on looks, you only approach someone if their looks are good, this is the first initiation process it depends on looks. Sometimes it's based on skills and talent. Chemistry happens with anyone it's not that special. but it's necessary to take things further.
I believe we have this chemistry or spark between us. we fuck each other with our eyes, I do enjoy this a lot. Your eyes are just awesome, I can look into them all day long, it's breathtaking.
Phase 2: The Connection- this is about the time spent together, over a period you see each other at parties, college, and hangouts. At this stage, you don't know each of you on a deeper level, but spend a lot of time together.
I made several attempts to get to know you better but you were always reluctant. I asked you if I could pick you up from your lab but you overlooked my messages. I tried to see you several times and talk to you in person, but you avoided it, I am not complaining but I respect your decision to ignore someone whom you dont like or dont have the mood to associate with in any regard. We never really had a connection, and My attempts to get to know you better failed miserably.
Phase 3: Compatibility - when you know you can take things to the next level with this person. You talk about your long-term goals and see if both of your goals and values align. Now you are ready to confess to her and ask her out.
we never really had a connection so there is no point in thinking about compatibility when there is no connection.
I remember when you spoke about how you wanted to get married at 28 lead a happy life as a government employee, and eventually end up as a homemaker. And I do respect how you want to live your life. Even my mom is a homemaker. I also believe that you are very talented and the fact that you wanted to settle for a government job is a much smaller target you kept for yourself since you are more capable of being a more independent and successful woman. You are ambitious, if you focus your energy in a direction you will become much more successful than you think. Just pick something that you love to do and keep doing it, You do have a great fashion sense, There were days I just wanted to come to Food Street to look at your outfit, have you ever thought of becoming a model? maybe on Instagram? you should consider having a public Instagram profile for yourself and upload content though you surely will rock.
Remember when I grabbed your hands to look at your watch? When I think about your sensual touch, the passion and desire I felt burned like a fucking fire within me. Sometimes the intense desire to hold you, just for the sheer joy of feeling you against me, is overwhelming. Sometimes I imagine going up against the wall with you or maybe I wanted my face between your legs. This is what keeps me up at night lol. But trust me my ultimate goal is to not have sex with you or kiss you or get physically intimate with you. I was physically intimate with a lot of women in the past without actually loving them, so it's baseless to just wanting someone for sex, when you can find any prostitute out there, I usually sexualize a lot about my crushes. What matters more to me are chemistry connection, and compatibility.
Everybody knows that I am deeply crushing on you but the thing is I never really rush into relationships. I am not desperate. Today I am just attracted to you but I never really love you in any regard, what I call you is "my crush".
I wish I could spend more time with you, which you didn't allow me to.
Even before I met you in person, I believed that I was out of your league, at least you made me feel like it by ghosting me. I am not complaining about it tho, because I know How I look.
I just wanted to tell you that if there is one thing that I am proud of about myself is that I know myself. So I know how I look. I wanted to let you know that
- I am not sexy with my looks, you look much more sexier and hotter than me. So I know my position in your life, I am mindful of what I say to you, although I was never insecure about my looks whenever I am with you because I am working on myself and my skin it's a slow process. at least for me, I believe that I am good enough for anyone with my skills.
- There are a lot of things that are sexy about me, which is something that very few people know, my friends and my family know how I am and what my personality is, how ambitious I am, and how big I dream, how well I speak, my skill sets, my maturity levels. You never know me as a person on a deeper level. Unfortunately, we never really spent time together to get to know each of us better since you were not interested in me in the first place, and I respect that opinion of you about me. Although you never really told me that you were not interested in me your actions do !!
Everyone's life is short I will keep moving on and explore other woman at college, and I don't want you to give me false hopes in any way. I really do respect you for who you are, My intention is not to accuse you of something, I really do love my life and I deserve someone who loves me and who invests their time in me like the way I do.
I hope you get that.
2024.05.15 08:30 kksjrndhs My ex girlfriend is texting my friends and telling them I sexually assaulted her.
I (18M) and my ex gf (17F) broke up about 7 months ago. We broke up in person, and I thought it was a great ending, all things considered. We shared good last moments and said our goodbyes peacefully. However, since then, she has texted me on 4 separate occasions trying to start arguments about different events that transpired during our relationship.
The last time she texted me, she told me that “everyone should know what kind of person” I was and that people should know how badly I used her for her body. This is not true. I loved that girl with my whole self, I loved and valued her more than my next breath. We dated for 17 months and I had so much fun with her. Times I still looked back on for a while.
Currently, she is texting some of my friends and telling them that I sexually assaulted her. What really happened is a miscommunication between partners in a sexual setting. When we were doing foreplay, I thought she wanted to have sex, so I got into position and grabbed ahold of her, in a way I thought was hot and sexy. However, she told me she did not want to have sex, so I stopped my advances and I apologized that I misunderstood the situation. After this night, she told me that having sex with me just kept making her uneasy, and she would like to abstain from doing so. This was about two months before we broke up, but every time we had sex after this, she engaged in it first.
I do not think what I did was any form of assault, but am I mistaken?? I felt terrible I made her feel uneasy, I had so much shame and guilt inside of me, and still somewhat do. But now she is texting my female friends and “warning” them about what kind of person I really am, and whenever I ask them if I can explain what happened, I don’t get a response from them.
I’m just really hurt and sad at this point. My ex just keeps texting me to tell me what kind of shitty guy I am, it didn’t affect me until this time. This is just a whole new level of shit. I just want it to be over.
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The last time she texted me, she told me that “everyone should know what kind of person” I was and that people should know how badly I used her for her body. This is not true. I loved that girl with my whole self, I loved and valued her more than my next breath. We dated for 17 months and I had so much fun with her. Times I still looked back on for a while.
Currently, she is texting some of my friends and telling them that I sexually assaulted her. What really happened is a miscommunication between partners in a sexual setting. When we were doing foreplay, I thought she wanted to have sex, so I got into position and grabbed ahold of her, in a way I thought was hot and sexy. However, she told me she did not want to have sex, so I stopped my advances and I apologized that I misunderstood the situation. After this night, she told me that having sex with me just kept making her uneasy, and she would like to abstain from doing so. This was about two months before we broke up, but every time we had sex after this, she engaged in it first.
I do not think what I did was any form of assault, but am I mistaken?? I felt terrible I made her feel uneasy, I had so much shame and guilt inside of me, and still somewhat do. But now she is texting my female friends and “warning” them about what kind of person I really am, and whenever I ask them if I can explain what happened, I don’t get a response from them.
I’m just really hurt and sad at this point. My ex just keeps texting me to tell me what kind of shitty guy I am, it didn’t affect me until this time. This is just a whole new level of shit. I just want it to be over.
2024.05.15 07:44 Repulsive_Feature_48 I sneaky snitched on my dad leading to my parents divorce
Per Sam and John’s request on Livestream… Background: My parents had been married over 30 years, they had gotten together in the late 80s and married when my mom (now 67) was diagnosed with cancer. This resulted in my adoption a few years later since mom couldn’t have kids after the chemo. Fast forward to 2019 and I (29f at the time) am getting ready to fully move out (i stayed home for a while bc after college I became my grandparents caregiver until they both passed). I had spent all day looking at apartments and was exhausted so I announced I was headed to bed early. My father (70 at the time) also announced he was going to bed too. Now it wasn’t unusual for him to go to bed early but I had noticed him taking his VR headset into bed several nights in a row after stopping in his office. I had had some suspicions of what was happening but also didn’t want to know bc…well ew! But that night as I laid in bed I could hear moaning coming from his office and was confused. I went in and saw an open to what I am pretty sure was an OF page or something to that extent with a bar across the screen reading VR active. I was already sufficiently grossed out and then head the woman on screen say my fathers name and knew this wasn’t just some downloaded porn but some kinda personalized video. No longer sleepy I went back downstairs and sat with my mom (who was sleeping downstairs bc of an injury) and gently tried to lead her in the right direction, “isn’t it weird that dad goes to bed with his VR set when the charger is not in the bedroom?” Mom kinda brushed it off at the time but now the cat was out of the bag for me and a few days later I not only heard the moaning again but earlier that day I was printing an application off his computer and I noticed a not well his folder labels XXX. Why I did this to myself I do t know but I clicked it and there were HUNDREDS of saved videos and chat logs with his favorite cam girl. When I heard him on the VR again I couldn’t handle it bc I could hear him too so I went downstairs and asked mom if she thought about what I had said days prior. She shrugged and said that whatever he is doing is his business. I then dropped the ball “even if he is paying for explicit videos from a cam girl?” Mom was obviously taken aback but again brushed it off. “Well…I guess that’s understandable. He hasn’t slept with me since I had chemo.” Meaning they hadn’t had any sexy sleep time since before I was born. I was floored but she told me to not mention it. But about a week later I found her sobbing. I asked her what was going on and she said that she felt betrayed at my dad sneaking these videos and paying for them without even attempting to be with her. I asked why she didn’t initiate and she said after chemo and everything it physically hurt to have relations. She tried several times over the years but eventually gave up trying and my dad just never tried after she told him it was painful. So I comforted my mom and she did eventually confront him about the cam girl and the video collection, which he denied and I had to tell him he didn’t mute the computer and I saw the video file and two videos at least. He got angry at me for snooping. Mom yelled at him to not try and turn it on me, and at some point asked “when did you stop caring about me and loving me” and the AUDACITY of this man to say “don’t ask me that because you won’t like the answer.” Mom now lives with me and my partner in our apartment. Father lives back in his home state near the kids that were actually his. His oldest daughter (from his first marriage) told me I was a bitch and entitled for taking my mom’s side (along with many other awful things but that’s for another post) and called my mother a bad wife for not standing by her husband. I am now no contact with my sister and ultra low contact with my father. We are struggling a lot, but mom is doing better (with plans for therapy now that her health care covers it finally), I am in therapy as well, and am happy with my partner whom my mom and two cats adore. Next step…set mom up with our favorite old man, John lmao! 😂
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2024.05.15 07:03 Dapper-Alfalfa1918 Bf M(26) Gf F (25) what should I do? Any suggestions.
Any suggestions
Before I explain the situation. I know a lot of people have different boundaries so please respect. I want to break up with my boyfriend because I don’t trust him anymore. I have my reasons to why. On the 3rd month of dating I let him know that I didn’t feel comfortable him having half naked women on his social media, and he told me he don’t pay any mind attention to that. & I just suggested him to erase them when he comes across them and he agreed. I asked him to why he don’t just erase them he said cus he don’t care for it. Anyways second issue, I used to see a lot of girls Snapchat him and when I mentioned it he said he spoke to his girl- friend that is married and I have met before and his guy friend, although I didn’t believe it I chose to give benefit of the doubt. Only reason why I didn’t believe is cus I saw a recurrent snap emoji of a girl. But I thought to myself it’s just a friend. Everything went down hill as time went by, he in fact commented on the girl snap story “ sexy” on her photo & mentioned to me it’s a girl he used to like/talk back in hs. I didn’t see their conversations but, she was sending heart emojis. Anyways, I chose to stay in the relationship bc I thought to myself it’s just a comment. Even tho it was eating me up that he did that. So that triggered me to check his following and the pictures he be liking on instagram , he was following soooo many girls and liking half naked pictures of women. I was so confused cus he told me don’t pay mind attention and more confused to where he was finding these random girls and following them. I mentioned to him about liking half naked women and told him that I would move on if he continues and he said , okay I understand there’s no excuse for my actions ….. he mentioned it’s a habit. W.e anyways I then asked him to show me his IG DMs bc he was following so many girls I thought to myself what if he’s messaging them , well he showed me and nothing. I asked him nicely brought the concern calmly. Anyways, he felt like I was accusing him. But I just wanted to make sure. Then, I kept on seeing his followers and my last straw was when he followed a stripper. Anyways I mentioned his following at the wrong time when we were in vacation. And he said it’s to get inspiration to take pictures of me that’s why he followed women. Anyways, we left it there and then I brought it up again he got so defensive and tired that I was bringing up this issue again and to why I’m bringing social media. I told him how it made me feel and he said he’ll stop and that it’s a habit. Anyways, yesterday I looked through his following and saw he liked a half naked picture of women after we had that conversation. He told me he was erasing women that was showing ass on Facebook , & instagram & that just showed me bs. Thing is right now he’s in basic training for the army so I can’t do much about it now. But I don’t want to be with him, I feel like there was never a solution and was just slapped with a band aid and he told me he’s only doing the unfollowing and stuff just out of “courtesy”. I’m not sure when and how to break up with him. He’s in basic now and then I see him on his ceremony .We been together for 7 months and this issue has been recurring…. And I’m afraid it will. I see no point of working it out cus it’ll be a long distance relationship. My trust has been broken many times. Also he has wandering eyes . I mentioned to him on the 4th month of dating that he has wandering eyes again he told me it’s a habit and he don’t be noticing that… I told him it’s okay to find other people attractive it’s natural but to break a neck it’s where it becomes an issue and staring . Before he left to basic we went to a concert and I saw him staring at a girl and when she walked by he looked back . Right at front of me. What should I do? Is it really a habit ?
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Before I explain the situation. I know a lot of people have different boundaries so please respect. I want to break up with my boyfriend because I don’t trust him anymore. I have my reasons to why. On the 3rd month of dating I let him know that I didn’t feel comfortable him having half naked women on his social media, and he told me he don’t pay any mind attention to that. & I just suggested him to erase them when he comes across them and he agreed. I asked him to why he don’t just erase them he said cus he don’t care for it. Anyways second issue, I used to see a lot of girls Snapchat him and when I mentioned it he said he spoke to his girl- friend that is married and I have met before and his guy friend, although I didn’t believe it I chose to give benefit of the doubt. Only reason why I didn’t believe is cus I saw a recurrent snap emoji of a girl. But I thought to myself it’s just a friend. Everything went down hill as time went by, he in fact commented on the girl snap story “ sexy” on her photo & mentioned to me it’s a girl he used to like/talk back in hs. I didn’t see their conversations but, she was sending heart emojis. Anyways, I chose to stay in the relationship bc I thought to myself it’s just a comment. Even tho it was eating me up that he did that. So that triggered me to check his following and the pictures he be liking on instagram , he was following soooo many girls and liking half naked pictures of women. I was so confused cus he told me don’t pay mind attention and more confused to where he was finding these random girls and following them. I mentioned to him about liking half naked women and told him that I would move on if he continues and he said , okay I understand there’s no excuse for my actions ….. he mentioned it’s a habit. W.e anyways I then asked him to show me his IG DMs bc he was following so many girls I thought to myself what if he’s messaging them , well he showed me and nothing. I asked him nicely brought the concern calmly. Anyways, he felt like I was accusing him. But I just wanted to make sure. Then, I kept on seeing his followers and my last straw was when he followed a stripper. Anyways I mentioned his following at the wrong time when we were in vacation. And he said it’s to get inspiration to take pictures of me that’s why he followed women. Anyways, we left it there and then I brought it up again he got so defensive and tired that I was bringing up this issue again and to why I’m bringing social media. I told him how it made me feel and he said he’ll stop and that it’s a habit. Anyways, yesterday I looked through his following and saw he liked a half naked picture of women after we had that conversation. He told me he was erasing women that was showing ass on Facebook , & instagram & that just showed me bs. Thing is right now he’s in basic training for the army so I can’t do much about it now. But I don’t want to be with him, I feel like there was never a solution and was just slapped with a band aid and he told me he’s only doing the unfollowing and stuff just out of “courtesy”. I’m not sure when and how to break up with him. He’s in basic now and then I see him on his ceremony .We been together for 7 months and this issue has been recurring…. And I’m afraid it will. I see no point of working it out cus it’ll be a long distance relationship. My trust has been broken many times. Also he has wandering eyes . I mentioned to him on the 4th month of dating that he has wandering eyes again he told me it’s a habit and he don’t be noticing that… I told him it’s okay to find other people attractive it’s natural but to break a neck it’s where it becomes an issue and staring . Before he left to basic we went to a concert and I saw him staring at a girl and when she walked by he looked back . Right at front of me. What should I do? Is it really a habit ?
2024.05.15 06:23 superspydo Lots and lots and lots of Text
It is normal to use Power BI as a 'dashboard'. However, my assignment is to use Power BI with data source is nothing but text. The data here is just an example that I made up while typing this.
Each teacher will have an update per class. They update things like: chapters that we have studied, chapters being explained, students engagement and highlight on problems. As you can imagine: english teacher writes nicely and clearly, Maths teacher write too short but can't understand, science teachers is in between (depend on her mood) and don't get me started on art teacher (like writing a book).
They update this on their own excel file. I upload and combine them into table format. The principle can select the class level and will be able to see all updates per subjects (english, maths, science, arts) on 4 columns (what's studied, current study, engagement level, problems).
There is a max I can do to beautify the table. But the number of columns, the text after text after text - simply means I can get different user experience on different day of the week.
Other visualization:
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Each teacher will have an update per class. They update things like: chapters that we have studied, chapters being explained, students engagement and highlight on problems. As you can imagine: english teacher writes nicely and clearly, Maths teacher write too short but can't understand, science teachers is in between (depend on her mood) and don't get me started on art teacher (like writing a book).
They update this on their own excel file. I upload and combine them into table format. The principle can select the class level and will be able to see all updates per subjects (english, maths, science, arts) on 4 columns (what's studied, current study, engagement level, problems).
There is a max I can do to beautify the table. But the number of columns, the text after text after text - simply means I can get different user experience on different day of the week.
Other visualization:
- matrix - not good.
- cards - too many cards to do. besides, level 1 have 4 subjects, level 5 may have 6 subjects. The number of cards can vary depending on filter
- customs visualization - i search for "text", but they're not made for this.
2024.05.15 06:08 Inthemaze_1827 I wrote an “if” story for Celestine and Eric based on the suit description of Ripples of Moon
It is for the facebook page activity. English isn’t my first language and I accidentally wrote it too long… 💀What have I done they don’t even reward diamonds 🫠🫠🫠
1
After knowing Eric was killed by the cold arrows, in countless lonely night, Celestine doesn’t remember how many times she couldn’t help but sobbing underneath the moon. Everything from that dreamlike memory turns against her, making regret and yearning as her tear. The secret they have shared and the happiness they have experienced for only a short while, now is remaining as a hole in her which fills with unspeakable agony.
Yes, unspeakable. As long as the Fairy and the Sanguine are still enemy, the knot of her mind could never untie, no matter how much concern and care were shown to her. Because the reason she couldn’t relief can only be a secret that bury in her deepest mind.
2
Her fairy friends bring her brushes and pigments, expected that Art could be a way to heal her. When she picks up a brush, the flashback of that moonlit night of the first time she met with him is very much clearly recalling in her mind, as if it was happened yesterday. Tear droppes from her bowing head, a strong feeling bloom in her heart, ‘If getting to understand the thing he liked, can I get closer to him?’
In later days, she spends all her days to soak in the world of color. Except it is a way to commemorate her beloved one, sooner she has found that art could also be the way to express her true feelings beneath the deepest side of her mind, and so she feels so much relief than before. Years and years, by the artwork in her memory which she has seen from talented him as a goal, she worked very hard to improve her art skill, in order to paint the world he has seen. Every years, she would paint the lake where he drew and where they‘ve met once, until one day, she found that her skill has already been to where she has once wished to reach. “I could see the same view as you now…”
Somehow, a feeling of emptiness comes over Celestine.
3
As she walks to home in the deepest forest, the thick woods gradually cover the moonlight and the starlight from the sky. Beneath the shadow of branches and leaves, she takes out a new canvas, and starting to draft an appearance of a person.
“He had a pair of branch-like dark wings without feather and unlike any fairies, the black and light purple suited perfectly outlines his artistic body, the pair of high heel boots quietly brought out of his sexiness, and that slightly worn hood whispers his mystery. He looked so dangerous with his bone hands but I was so much into his touching. When he took my hands into dance, the moonlight fell on his flowing silver hair, making lively of his….”
…How was his face looked like?
Celestine, then sinking into shocked.
——
A few days later, a friend who visited Celestine has found that her house was in a mess. There were a lot of canvas scattered around everywhere, which were all depicted about the same person but with an erased face. However, Celestine herself was nowhere to be found. The only thing the fairies could find after a long while, is an existence who is known as Mrs. Bone.
—-—
——-
4
“I finally meet you… I finally meet you… I finally meet you…”
A repeating whisper echoes in the Shadow City, no body knows how did the master of this voice entered into here. Leading by a Sanguine, the fairy who holds tight of a skeleton which is wrapping by some muddy, broken clothes in her arms, kneels in front of the throne of tomb. The giant wings of white devil and black angel spread, showing the glamorous body and the blood lust gaze of the queen from that dark throne.
"Are you gonna pay for your desire, even if the cost is to render yourself into darkness?", she asked, with a slow, arrogant voice.
"Show me your madness then, soak your soul into BLOOD!"
——
5
Putting on a dress that made of the bone under her feet, to make herself a well-match wife to him - You’re in black, I’m in white, and we’re in bone.
Upon the cluster of rose and bone, the man who has only bone remained, opening his “eyes”. He is unable to speak, since he has no throat. (But this will be just temporary)
He has never expected that he could awake from his everlasting “sleep” in this form, seeing the world, and meeting her once again. Her atmosphere seems slightly different, but still, her light skin is as beautiful as the moon of Lake Bovaly, her purple eyes is as deep as the sky of Shadow City, and her tender smile is like the meteor they’ve seen together, which streaks into his very heart. Tears that reflects the color of the blood moon shud from her eyes, and he just reaches out, wipes her tears away from her endearing face. Yet she holds his hand and rubbing her face with it, to feel this touching of long lost - she has been waiting for this day for so long in countless lonely nights. And now, she’s not the girl who has only the understanding of the art he likes, but also has learnt the desire of blood that root in his sanguine nature - it is for the sake of maintaining the spells of his resurrection, rebuilding, and existence. But most importantly, for the sake of LOVE.
“Even death could never separate us anymore.”
-End-
Thank you for reading and Sorry for my grammar and weird story🫠
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1
After knowing Eric was killed by the cold arrows, in countless lonely night, Celestine doesn’t remember how many times she couldn’t help but sobbing underneath the moon. Everything from that dreamlike memory turns against her, making regret and yearning as her tear. The secret they have shared and the happiness they have experienced for only a short while, now is remaining as a hole in her which fills with unspeakable agony.
Yes, unspeakable. As long as the Fairy and the Sanguine are still enemy, the knot of her mind could never untie, no matter how much concern and care were shown to her. Because the reason she couldn’t relief can only be a secret that bury in her deepest mind.
2
Her fairy friends bring her brushes and pigments, expected that Art could be a way to heal her. When she picks up a brush, the flashback of that moonlit night of the first time she met with him is very much clearly recalling in her mind, as if it was happened yesterday. Tear droppes from her bowing head, a strong feeling bloom in her heart, ‘If getting to understand the thing he liked, can I get closer to him?’
In later days, she spends all her days to soak in the world of color. Except it is a way to commemorate her beloved one, sooner she has found that art could also be the way to express her true feelings beneath the deepest side of her mind, and so she feels so much relief than before. Years and years, by the artwork in her memory which she has seen from talented him as a goal, she worked very hard to improve her art skill, in order to paint the world he has seen. Every years, she would paint the lake where he drew and where they‘ve met once, until one day, she found that her skill has already been to where she has once wished to reach. “I could see the same view as you now…”
Somehow, a feeling of emptiness comes over Celestine.
3
As she walks to home in the deepest forest, the thick woods gradually cover the moonlight and the starlight from the sky. Beneath the shadow of branches and leaves, she takes out a new canvas, and starting to draft an appearance of a person.
“He had a pair of branch-like dark wings without feather and unlike any fairies, the black and light purple suited perfectly outlines his artistic body, the pair of high heel boots quietly brought out of his sexiness, and that slightly worn hood whispers his mystery. He looked so dangerous with his bone hands but I was so much into his touching. When he took my hands into dance, the moonlight fell on his flowing silver hair, making lively of his….”
…How was his face looked like?
Celestine, then sinking into shocked.
——
A few days later, a friend who visited Celestine has found that her house was in a mess. There were a lot of canvas scattered around everywhere, which were all depicted about the same person but with an erased face. However, Celestine herself was nowhere to be found. The only thing the fairies could find after a long while, is an existence who is known as Mrs. Bone.
—-—
——-
4
“I finally meet you… I finally meet you… I finally meet you…”
A repeating whisper echoes in the Shadow City, no body knows how did the master of this voice entered into here. Leading by a Sanguine, the fairy who holds tight of a skeleton which is wrapping by some muddy, broken clothes in her arms, kneels in front of the throne of tomb. The giant wings of white devil and black angel spread, showing the glamorous body and the blood lust gaze of the queen from that dark throne.
"Are you gonna pay for your desire, even if the cost is to render yourself into darkness?", she asked, with a slow, arrogant voice.
"Show me your madness then, soak your soul into BLOOD!"
——
5
Putting on a dress that made of the bone under her feet, to make herself a well-match wife to him - You’re in black, I’m in white, and we’re in bone.
Upon the cluster of rose and bone, the man who has only bone remained, opening his “eyes”. He is unable to speak, since he has no throat. (But this will be just temporary)
He has never expected that he could awake from his everlasting “sleep” in this form, seeing the world, and meeting her once again. Her atmosphere seems slightly different, but still, her light skin is as beautiful as the moon of Lake Bovaly, her purple eyes is as deep as the sky of Shadow City, and her tender smile is like the meteor they’ve seen together, which streaks into his very heart. Tears that reflects the color of the blood moon shud from her eyes, and he just reaches out, wipes her tears away from her endearing face. Yet she holds his hand and rubbing her face with it, to feel this touching of long lost - she has been waiting for this day for so long in countless lonely nights. And now, she’s not the girl who has only the understanding of the art he likes, but also has learnt the desire of blood that root in his sanguine nature - it is for the sake of maintaining the spells of his resurrection, rebuilding, and existence. But most importantly, for the sake of LOVE.
“Even death could never separate us anymore.”
-End-
Thank you for reading and Sorry for my grammar and weird story🫠
2024.05.15 05:30 delibirdguy Top 500 Songs Ever (Subjective)
Over the course of the past few months I have been working on compiling a list of my 500 favorite songs. It was sort of challenge that I gave myself and I'm super pumped with how it turned out. There were a few rules (only 5 songs per artist being the big rule, among a few others), and here's the list I came up with. Thought it was fun, so wanted to share here and see if it might spark any discussion about song placement, lack of songs/artists, or see if anyone had any similar lists. All thoughts are welcome! (and if you don't care to comb through all 500 songs for your favorite song or artist I'm more than happy to help you track 'em down)
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- Trash Panda - Aging out of the 20th Century
- Djo - Roddy
- The Beatles - Don't Let Me Down
- Snail Mail - Heat Wave
- Phoebe Bridgers - Savior Complex
- Joji - SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK
- The Shins - The Fear
- Talking Heads - This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)
- The Cranberries - Linger
- Post Animal - Ralphie
- Hop Along - Not Abel
- The Beach Boys - Heroes And Villains
- Electric Light Orchestra - Livin' Thing
- The Monkees - As We Go Along
- Blondie - Heart Of Glass
- The Strokes - Oblivius
- Chet Baker - It's Always You
- The Beatles - Rain
- Electric Light Orchestra - Telephone Line
- Husbands - Must Be a Cop
- Faces - Ooh La La
- The Flaming Lips - Do You Realize??
- Frank Ocean - Nights
- Harry James - It's Been a Long, Long Time
- The Turtles - Happy Together
- Etta James - At Last
- The Zombies - The Way I Feel Inside
- The Beatles - Here, There And Everywhere
- The Beach Boys - God Only Knows
- Kanye West - Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1
- Briston Maroney - Sinkin'
- John Lennon - Oh My Love
- Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass - Ladyfingers
- Squirrel Flower - Headlights
- The Backseat Lovers - Maple Syrup
- The B-52's - Rock Lobster
- George Harrison - All Things Must Pass
- Snail Mail - Ben Franklin
- Laura Elliott - Grass Stains
- Djo - Chateau (Feel Alright)
- Tame Impala - Eventually
- The Backseat Lovers - Snowbank Blues
- Claude Debussy - Clair de Lune
- The Weeknd - Save Your Tears
- Talking Heads - Thank You for Sending Me an Angel
- The Zombies - Time of the Season
- The War On Drugs - Nothing to Find
- Queen - Brighton Rock
- The Dream Academy - Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
- The B-52's - Strobe Light
- The Cranberries - Dreams
- Fugees - Killing Me Softly With His Song
- Molchat Doma - Тоска
- Tyler, The Creator - ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?
- The Mamas & The Papas - Dream A Little Dream Of Me
- The Chords - Sh-Boom
- The Beatles - The Abbey Road Medley
- The Ronettes - Be My Baby
- The Who - Baba O'Riley
- Dr. Dog - Where'd All the Time Go?
- M83 - My Tears Are Becoming A Sea
- Billie Eilish - everything i wanted
- Outkast - Hey Ya!
- Nat King Cole - Orange Colored Sky
- The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize
- Four Tops - Reach Out I'll Be There
- Foreign Air - Shut Up and Show Me
- Leonard Cohen - So Long, Marianne
- dodie - If I'm Being Honest
- Briston Maroney - June
- Post Malone - Sunflower
- John Lennon - Isolation
- Buddy Holly & The Crickets - Not Fade Away
- Phoebe Bridgers - I Know The End
- Kanye West - All Falls Down
- Alvvays - Adult Diversion
- John Lennon - Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)
- Clairo - Amoeba
- The Beach Boys - I Know There's An Answer
- Paul McCartney - Let Me Roll It
- Frank Ocean - Ivy
- Radiohead - Motion Picture Soundtrack
- Djo - Mutual Future (Repeat)
- Phoebe Bridgers - Scott Street
- Childish Gambino - Me and Your Mama
- Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine
- The Pied Pipers - Dream
- The Beach Boys - All I Wanna Do
- Djo - Change
- Второй этаж поражает - Крайности
- Little Richard - Lucille
- King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Shanghai
- Chet Baker - Deep In A Dream
- The Beatles - It's All Too Much
- Post Animal - Dirtpicker
- The B-52's - Love Shack
- EDEN - foreve/over
- Kanye West - Ultralight Beam
- The Zombies - Going Out Of My Head
- Talking Heads - Found a Job
- Snail Mail - Pristine
- Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love
- Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants To Rule The World
- WILLIS - I Think I Like When It Rains
- Chet Baker - But Not For Me
- Naked Eyes - Always Something There to Remind Me
- Tyler, The Creator - GONE, GONE / THANK YOU
- Djo - Half Life
- Trash Panda - Check Please
- Briston Maroney - Deep Sea Diver
- Beach Fossils - This Year
- Momma - Medicine
- Hop Along - Prior Things
- Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere
- Electric Light Orchestra - Turn to Stone
- Briston Maroney - It's Not My Fault
- Tyler, The Creator - NEW MAGIC WAND
- Snail Mail - Headlock
- Phil Collins - Take Me Home
- Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know
- The Beach Boys - Do It Again
- Tame Impala - Breathe Deeper
- Ella Fitzgerald - Misty
- Phoebe Bridgers - Waiting Room
- Kanye West - Runaway
- Daft Punk - Get Lucky (feat. Pharrell Williams and Nile Rodgers)
- Dire Straits - Money for Nothing
- Kendrick Lamar - Alright
- Black Country, New Road - Concorde
- George Harrison - If Not for You
- Harry Styles - Cherry
- Ms. Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (That Thing)
- Paul McCartney - Junk
- Wings - Maybe I'm Amazed [Live]
- Talking Heads - Houses in Motion
- Del Water Gap - Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat
- Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
- Queen - Seven Seas Of Rhye
- Paul McCartney - Jet
- Sufjan Stevens - Death with Dignity
- A Flock Of Seagulls - I Ran (So Far Away)
- Tame Impala - Let It Happen
- Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love
- Clairo - Management
- Tommy James & The Shondells - I Think We're Alone Now
- Fergie - Clumsy
- Childish Gambino - This Is America
- Prefab Sprout - The King of Rock 'N' Roll
- Joy Again - Looking Out for You
- Beach House - Space Song
- John Lennon - Mind Games
- The Weeknd - Gasoline
- Weezer - Buddy Holly
- Phoebe Bridgers - Sidelines
- Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes
- Lana Del Rey - A&W
- The Dillards - I've Just Seen a Face
- The Doors - Break on Through (To the Other Side)
- Julie London - I'm Glad There Is You
- 2Pac - California Love
- Dean Martin - Everybody Loves Somebody
- Snail Mail - Anytime
- The Strokes - The Adults Are Talking
- Jordana, TV Girl - Better in the Dark
- Juice WRLD - Hide (feat. Seezyn)
- The Wild Reeds - Get Better
- Finom - Mine
- Hop Along - One That Suits Me
- The Killers - Mr. Brightside
- Michael Cera - Clay Pigeons
- Clairo - Bags
- Prince - Let's Go Crazy
- The Zombies - She's Not There
- Blackstreet - No Diggity
- Frank Sinatra - I've Got You Under My Skin
- John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads
- Harry James - I'm Beginning to See The Light
- The Clash - London Calling
- Charles Bradley - Changes
- Buddy Holly - (Ummmm, Oh Yeah) Dearest
- Eagles - Seven Bridges Road [Live]
- Moxie - Honey
- Faces - Stay with Me
- Post Animal - How Do You Feel
- New Order - Age of Consent
- Natalie Imbruglia - Torn
- Lana Del Rey - Doin' Time
- Twin Peaks - Blue Coupe
- Kanye West - Gold Digger
- Fruit Bats - The Bottom of It
- Frank Sinatra - Somethin' Stupid
- Lorde - Perfect Places
- Martha Tilton - Exactly Like You
- King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man
- Glen Campbell - Southern Nights
- Claire Rosinkranz - Frankenstein
- Guillemots - Made-Up Lovesong #43
- Fleetwood Mac - Say You Love Me
- Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes off You
- The Crickets - Don't Ever Change
- Paul Anka - Put Your Head On My Shoulder
- George Harrison - Isn't It a Pity
- Trash Panda - Off
- Super Besse - Holod
- Beyoncé - Hold Up
- Charlie Burg - I Don't Wanna Be Okay Without You
- Eagles - Peaceful Easy Feeling
- Ella Fitzgerald - It's A Lovely Day Today
- PERMSKY KRAY - Дорогой Человек
- The Little Dippers - Forever
- The B-52's - There's a Moon in the Sky (Called the Moon)
- Patti Page - Old Cape Cod
- Daft Punk - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger
- The Soggy Bottom Boys - I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow
- Trash Panda - Things Will Never Change
- Hop Along - Well-dressed
- Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me
- TV Girl - Daughter of a Cop
- LAUNDRY DAY - Jane
- Tyler, The Creator - EARFQUAKE
- Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11
- Joji - Gimme Love
- The Backseat Lovers - Pool House
- The Weeknd - Take My Breath
- Mild High Club - Homage
- Doc Watson - Am I Born to Die?
- Daniel Caesar - Streetcar
- The Kinks - Sunny Afternoon
- John Lennon - #9 Dream
- Tame Impala - Elephant
- Chuck Berry - You Never Can Tell
- Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
- KIDS SEE GHOSTS - 4th Dimension
- Soft Cell - Tainted Love
- The B-52's - Song for a Future Generation
- Gnarls Barkley - Crazy
- Lana Del Rey - Blue Jeans
- Billie Eilish - Halley's Comet
- Glenn Miller - In the Mood
- Kid Bloom - Control
- The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build A Home
- Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through The Grapevine
- Brenda Lee - If You Love Me (Really Love Me)
- TV Girl - Lovers Rock
- Art Lown - Knew You Well
- Dean Martin - Ain't That A Kick In The Head
- Miniature Tigers - Like or Like Like
- Electric Light Orchestra - Sweet Talkin' Woman
- The Hunts - Ages
- The Cars - Good Times Roll
- Bill Withers - Lovely Day
- Drake - God's Plan
- Kansas - Point of Know Return
- The Neighbourhood - Stargazing
- The Clash - Rock the Casbah
- Hop Along - What the Writer Meant
- Briston Maroney - Under My Skin
- Jack Stauber - Buttercup
- King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ya Love
- Ginger Root - Loretta
- Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now
- Frank Ocean - Pyramids
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- Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2: No. 10, Scene. Moderato
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- Franz Schubert - String Quartet No. 13 in A Minor, Op. 29 No. 1, D. 804
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2024.05.15 04:59 Grunbell Do you think the character designs will get nerfed like in Genshin?
It seems that when Genshin became too popular that the Chinese government had to either make some power play or appeasement effort and inconsistently nerf designs in Genshin to be less “sexy”.
But do you think the same thing will happen to WuWa when it becomes popular? Because these designs are definitely more mature than Genshin. I would really hate if that happens.
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But do you think the same thing will happen to WuWa when it becomes popular? Because these designs are definitely more mature than Genshin. I would really hate if that happens.
2024.05.15 04:58 kiltedfrog E.S.K.
Bodie, the towering white Dragonborn bounty hunter approached the city gate with a creature in tow. The man was often a welcome sight to the city guard. Usually he was coming back with a sack full of criminal's heads or the important bits of a manticore to prove he'd slain it. Today he was technically breaking the law, walking up to the city gates with a live monster, even if it was one he could strike in half in a instant with his enchanted great sword.
"Hail Bodie, that's Far enough." A Sergeant of the city guard put a hand up to signal him to stop. The guard knew he couldn't really stop Bodie from doing whatever he wanted, but he would try to enforce the law all the same. "You know we can't let you in the city gates with that thing."
The thing in question was a kobold scales a matching white to Bodie's own splendiferous scales. Most Kobolds were red, or green. This was the first white one Either of the guards had seen.
The kobold jumped forward in front of Bodie, and it spoke in the common tongue of all things. "How DARE you speak to Bodiaracamat the Bolstered in such a way, you FILTH! You nasty Fuu-"
Bodie yanked the collar on the creature less than half his size to stop him talking. "Heel boy. That's enough yappin Scrax. These men are just doing their jobs."
The other guard, a Corporal, was more sympathetic to Bodie. Bodie had saved his ass in a bar fight recently. "Look, Sargent it seems mostly harmless. Bodie's got it on a leash and I bet it even listens to commands."
The Sergeant looked skeptical, but intrigued. "Does it do tricks?"
Bodie laughed exactly two laughs, and stopped. Then he put a very serious face on before saying, "No. He doesn't do tricks. He's my Emotional Support Kobold."
The Corporal burst into laughter and had to step away to get himself together, while the Sergeant tried to carry on like that wasn't the absolute silliest thing Bodie had ever said. The man was the very model of stoicism. He rarely spoke more than was needed. In fact it was common for him to get through the gate without saying a word. Flashing his Adventurer's Guild Silver Badge and a sack full of goblin heads is usually all it takes.
"I'm sorry Sir, Bodie. I..." The Sergeant mastered himself, "Did you say Emotional Support Kobold?!"
"I did," Bodie drawled slowly. He showed his teeth for a the briefest moment before he spoke again, the guard knew well it had the opposite meaning from a dragonborn than a human. He was annoyed, bordering on angry. "I don't like to repeat myself Sergeant. Get out your little notebook and write down what I say. I know you dolts all know your letters. I found Scrax in a cave about to be sacrificed by the other ones for being a white scaled type. I didn't take kindly to that. They're dead now. Killed twenty, but only twelve usable heads left, they're in my pack. This one can speak common, and he worships me. It's nice. I like it. If he misbehaves I'll kill him myself."
The white kobold prostrated himself before the mighty bounty hunter. "Scrax will be good, I promise. I wou-"
Bodie Yanked him from the ground to his feet and made him fall ass over teakettle backward with a flick of his wrist through the chain into the collar on the Kobold's neck. "Who said you could speak, Scrax. This is people time. Silence."
Just then a half-elf sorceress that was a sometimes rival, sometimes ally, but much to her chagrin never a lover to Bodie, was walking by on her way out of town. "Aww. Bodie, did you get a cute little pet? Look at him, and he was talking too, like he thinks he's people!"
Bodie sighed. A deep, weary sigh. The kind you'd expect from a man like him after slaying a dozen ogres by himself, not two seconds of conversation with Priscilla. "Hello Pris."
"Ma'am." The Corporal had recovered himself from the notion of Bodie having an emotional support Kobold.
She ignored the low ranked human. "So what'd you say this little things name is Bodie, Scrax? Isn't that Draconic for feces."
For the first time in his life he was actually intrigued by Priscilla, "You've been studying Draconic? Yes, but not normal shit, what's the elf term." Bodie took a moment to think, "Louthunarum"
"Waterfall bowels, Diarrhea in the common tongue. What's normal shit then?" The surprising genuineness with which she asked it took Bodie by surprise. So he decided to answer instead of blowing her off like normal.
"Screm," Bodie paused, and new cruel idea dawning. "That can be his surname. Scrax Screm."
The Corporal had to excuse himself again. The kobold stood proud. Proud to have been given a surname by his god, even if it was shit.
"Let me get this straight," said the Sergeant, "You want me to let you into the city with an untamable monster type named Diarrhea Shits. A rare white kobold that worships you like a living god."
"He is a God, you filthy swi-" Bodie yanked the Kobold over to him and picked him up with one smooth motion. He stuffed the creature under his arm, punched it in the gut, then he used his powerful hand to hold Scrax's screaming scremhole shut.
"Sorry about that. I'll get him a muzzle first thing." Bodie was far more talkative than usual.
"You know, maybe there is something to this Emotional Support Kobold thing." The Sergeant said, not realizing he'd been charmed by Priscilla's subtle magic, "Come on, I'll walk you over to the captain and he can help you figure out what paperwork we need to fill out for this... thing."
Bodie sensed it though. Damnit, now I owe her one. He knew the captain would let him get away with whatever he wanted, especially since he'd rescued his wife and daughter from those kidnappers. Though the Captain had said he would have rather Bodie not so brutally hacked the kidnappers apart in front of his family, a simple stabbing to death would have done. All the same he was very happy they were safe, if slightly traumatized by both ordeal and rescue.
As they walked toward the captain's office with his Kobold under his arm and muzzled by hand. Bodie heard Priscilla's voice in his head. He knew she knew the spell for such a whisper and wasn't terrible shocked to find her in his head. Annoyed, yes. Shocked, no.
"You owe me one you big sexy dragon man." Her voice said.
Bodie just turned and showed her his teeth.
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"Hail Bodie, that's Far enough." A Sergeant of the city guard put a hand up to signal him to stop. The guard knew he couldn't really stop Bodie from doing whatever he wanted, but he would try to enforce the law all the same. "You know we can't let you in the city gates with that thing."
The thing in question was a kobold scales a matching white to Bodie's own splendiferous scales. Most Kobolds were red, or green. This was the first white one Either of the guards had seen.
The kobold jumped forward in front of Bodie, and it spoke in the common tongue of all things. "How DARE you speak to Bodiaracamat the Bolstered in such a way, you FILTH! You nasty Fuu-"
Bodie yanked the collar on the creature less than half his size to stop him talking. "Heel boy. That's enough yappin Scrax. These men are just doing their jobs."
The other guard, a Corporal, was more sympathetic to Bodie. Bodie had saved his ass in a bar fight recently. "Look, Sargent it seems mostly harmless. Bodie's got it on a leash and I bet it even listens to commands."
The Sergeant looked skeptical, but intrigued. "Does it do tricks?"
Bodie laughed exactly two laughs, and stopped. Then he put a very serious face on before saying, "No. He doesn't do tricks. He's my Emotional Support Kobold."
The Corporal burst into laughter and had to step away to get himself together, while the Sergeant tried to carry on like that wasn't the absolute silliest thing Bodie had ever said. The man was the very model of stoicism. He rarely spoke more than was needed. In fact it was common for him to get through the gate without saying a word. Flashing his Adventurer's Guild Silver Badge and a sack full of goblin heads is usually all it takes.
"I'm sorry Sir, Bodie. I..." The Sergeant mastered himself, "Did you say Emotional Support Kobold?!"
"I did," Bodie drawled slowly. He showed his teeth for a the briefest moment before he spoke again, the guard knew well it had the opposite meaning from a dragonborn than a human. He was annoyed, bordering on angry. "I don't like to repeat myself Sergeant. Get out your little notebook and write down what I say. I know you dolts all know your letters. I found Scrax in a cave about to be sacrificed by the other ones for being a white scaled type. I didn't take kindly to that. They're dead now. Killed twenty, but only twelve usable heads left, they're in my pack. This one can speak common, and he worships me. It's nice. I like it. If he misbehaves I'll kill him myself."
The white kobold prostrated himself before the mighty bounty hunter. "Scrax will be good, I promise. I wou-"
Bodie Yanked him from the ground to his feet and made him fall ass over teakettle backward with a flick of his wrist through the chain into the collar on the Kobold's neck. "Who said you could speak, Scrax. This is people time. Silence."
Just then a half-elf sorceress that was a sometimes rival, sometimes ally, but much to her chagrin never a lover to Bodie, was walking by on her way out of town. "Aww. Bodie, did you get a cute little pet? Look at him, and he was talking too, like he thinks he's people!"
Bodie sighed. A deep, weary sigh. The kind you'd expect from a man like him after slaying a dozen ogres by himself, not two seconds of conversation with Priscilla. "Hello Pris."
"Ma'am." The Corporal had recovered himself from the notion of Bodie having an emotional support Kobold.
She ignored the low ranked human. "So what'd you say this little things name is Bodie, Scrax? Isn't that Draconic for feces."
For the first time in his life he was actually intrigued by Priscilla, "You've been studying Draconic? Yes, but not normal shit, what's the elf term." Bodie took a moment to think, "Louthunarum"
"Waterfall bowels, Diarrhea in the common tongue. What's normal shit then?" The surprising genuineness with which she asked it took Bodie by surprise. So he decided to answer instead of blowing her off like normal.
"Screm," Bodie paused, and new cruel idea dawning. "That can be his surname. Scrax Screm."
The Corporal had to excuse himself again. The kobold stood proud. Proud to have been given a surname by his god, even if it was shit.
"Let me get this straight," said the Sergeant, "You want me to let you into the city with an untamable monster type named Diarrhea Shits. A rare white kobold that worships you like a living god."
"He is a God, you filthy swi-" Bodie yanked the Kobold over to him and picked him up with one smooth motion. He stuffed the creature under his arm, punched it in the gut, then he used his powerful hand to hold Scrax's screaming scremhole shut.
"Sorry about that. I'll get him a muzzle first thing." Bodie was far more talkative than usual.
"You know, maybe there is something to this Emotional Support Kobold thing." The Sergeant said, not realizing he'd been charmed by Priscilla's subtle magic, "Come on, I'll walk you over to the captain and he can help you figure out what paperwork we need to fill out for this... thing."
Bodie sensed it though. Damnit, now I owe her one. He knew the captain would let him get away with whatever he wanted, especially since he'd rescued his wife and daughter from those kidnappers. Though the Captain had said he would have rather Bodie not so brutally hacked the kidnappers apart in front of his family, a simple stabbing to death would have done. All the same he was very happy they were safe, if slightly traumatized by both ordeal and rescue.
As they walked toward the captain's office with his Kobold under his arm and muzzled by hand. Bodie heard Priscilla's voice in his head. He knew she knew the spell for such a whisper and wasn't terrible shocked to find her in his head. Annoyed, yes. Shocked, no.
"You owe me one you big sexy dragon man." Her voice said.
Bodie just turned and showed her his teeth.
2024.05.15 04:45 misadventures_77 My Tumultuous Relationship
I (26F) met my ex-GF (26F) in college when we were about 20 years old. I dated one guy prior in high school but I never really found myself invested in the relationship (ended with me getting cheated on lol) but anyway. I met my GF, let's call her Lia and I swear the first time I saw her I was just inexplicably drawn to her. She reached out to me on Instagram and we started talking and hitting it off from there. We got together about 4-5 months after and were going pretty steady. She was my first girlfriend and probably my first love as well. Things were going great although we were both closeted and hung out as "Friends". While she was my first GF, I was her second and I'm pretty sure she was still in love with her ex, or perhaps still had some lingering feelings. So anyway, she would compare me to her ex a lot and mention all their little fun and cute times together. It bothered me a whole lot but I decided to accept it because I figured she's with me now and I just wanted to make this work.
There were also instances of her making me jealous by being overly close to this one girl. Like having her sit on Lia's lap and stuff. I was pissed but I guess she enjoyed the attention she got from others and the jealousy from me. More than her ex I was uncomfortable with this current girl (Amy). The final year of college comes and I have a planned trip with my friends in winter. It's not even the second day of the trip and she confesses to me that Amy and her shared a drunk kiss. Amy came onto her and she let her. I was seething at this point and lashed out and she lashed out at me trying to make it seem like it was on me. We broke up.
We got back together during the trip itself though. And it was from this point onwards that I hardly opened up to her that backlash I got after being angry at something I felt was valid, just did something to me. And I've never been the one to be confrontational anyway.
After graduating, I got myself into a Uni across the country and she hadn't got herself in any so I suppose the stress from that, me moving across the country and her home situation got to her to the point that she would lash out at me for small things (gosh I can hardly remember what they were about) and only remember the times I cried. She accused me of cheating since my phone was always busy (the network was so shit where I was, I can't even imagine how I would cheat, also I was just a socially anxious loner who read manga and fed dogs in my free time). But she broke up with me citing religion and how it was against her beliefs (she's catholic). It was bullshit but I cried and let it go. She then wanted to get back and we did.
Any who, all these fights we had seemed to always go in circles because I kept bringing up stuff from the past. I guess it was because I would try to rationalize things I was unhappy with and say I was okay when I wasn't and she would want to move on from the mistake she made. But since I was not over them they kept creeping up.
The second year of Uni comes, and we have a big fight again and she blurts out that Amy (remember her) and her kissed another time when she went for a sleepover (she assured me at the time nothing happened) and I guess she forgot she did, and I was livid and she was livid because I was hung up on the past yet again.
After graduating, I moved back home and Covid hit so I was stuck at home with my parents (think drunk dad who unloads his frustration on wife and kids and submissive mom who thinks he has every right to because he provides for us). So being stuck at home with no job and my parents really did a number on my mental health.
Boom, we have another argument over her bringing up her ex-girlfriend and Lia wondering how things would have turned out with her. I asked her if she was still in love with her ex and she hesitated and said she wasn't sure and that she'd always have a soft spot for her (being her first love and all that). At this point I had enough, cried like a baby and initiated a break up for the first time (all our previous break ups were her doing). I told her our relationship would always be a cycle if we never changed (my toxic trait being saying things were fine when they weren't and hers were lashing out whenever she felt like it) and I couldn't do that anymore because it wasn't to fair to her or me, since I told her things were fine when they weren't and it was too late to acknowledge and validate them now. And that was that.
A lot of things happened and although we communicated from time to time, it wasn't much. I then finally got a job in another city and moved. We started talking more after that she realized how she treated me and wanted to get back. It was about after a year that I decided to get back and try to work things out again. I told her that if at any time we reverted to our old selves, that would be it for us. I looked at the relationship as something to start afresh, but she would always bring up the great times we had in the past. But whenever she brought up stuff from the past of how we used to be, I would also recall the bad and although that sucked, I still tried to hold on to this relationship, thinking maybe we can still work this one out. But my mental health had other plans for me lol. She knew how bad I got during Covid but I suppose I just ever really bounced back up.
I had to moved back home, and started spiralling downwards even more. And I felt like I was only disappointing her, she would ask me if I missed her, how I felt when I met her, saw her, etc. But for me it was like even feeling emotions was a huge plus. I suppose I had some form of dissociation because, I would recognize people - in my head I knew who they were but emotionally just never checked out. I told her how I felt, and she said it was alright and that she didn't mind and just wanted to know if I still saw her the same. I told her that she's the one I want to be in a relationship with. Although, with us being in different cities, and different life plans, we may clash but I wanted to take things as they come. But as time went by, I delved deeper and deeper into isolation and although we talked, I disappointed her numerous times by not being able to respond to sexy or cute texts and calls in kind.
So, I broke up with her because its not fair. Although most of the negatives parts of my relationship are mentioned here, we did have many good times together. She made me feel loved, beautiful, and there were times she believed in me more that I believed in myself. I really only wish her the best.
That is all.
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There were also instances of her making me jealous by being overly close to this one girl. Like having her sit on Lia's lap and stuff. I was pissed but I guess she enjoyed the attention she got from others and the jealousy from me. More than her ex I was uncomfortable with this current girl (Amy). The final year of college comes and I have a planned trip with my friends in winter. It's not even the second day of the trip and she confesses to me that Amy and her shared a drunk kiss. Amy came onto her and she let her. I was seething at this point and lashed out and she lashed out at me trying to make it seem like it was on me. We broke up.
We got back together during the trip itself though. And it was from this point onwards that I hardly opened up to her that backlash I got after being angry at something I felt was valid, just did something to me. And I've never been the one to be confrontational anyway.
After graduating, I got myself into a Uni across the country and she hadn't got herself in any so I suppose the stress from that, me moving across the country and her home situation got to her to the point that she would lash out at me for small things (gosh I can hardly remember what they were about) and only remember the times I cried. She accused me of cheating since my phone was always busy (the network was so shit where I was, I can't even imagine how I would cheat, also I was just a socially anxious loner who read manga and fed dogs in my free time). But she broke up with me citing religion and how it was against her beliefs (she's catholic). It was bullshit but I cried and let it go. She then wanted to get back and we did.
Any who, all these fights we had seemed to always go in circles because I kept bringing up stuff from the past. I guess it was because I would try to rationalize things I was unhappy with and say I was okay when I wasn't and she would want to move on from the mistake she made. But since I was not over them they kept creeping up.
The second year of Uni comes, and we have a big fight again and she blurts out that Amy (remember her) and her kissed another time when she went for a sleepover (she assured me at the time nothing happened) and I guess she forgot she did, and I was livid and she was livid because I was hung up on the past yet again.
After graduating, I moved back home and Covid hit so I was stuck at home with my parents (think drunk dad who unloads his frustration on wife and kids and submissive mom who thinks he has every right to because he provides for us). So being stuck at home with no job and my parents really did a number on my mental health.
Boom, we have another argument over her bringing up her ex-girlfriend and Lia wondering how things would have turned out with her. I asked her if she was still in love with her ex and she hesitated and said she wasn't sure and that she'd always have a soft spot for her (being her first love and all that). At this point I had enough, cried like a baby and initiated a break up for the first time (all our previous break ups were her doing). I told her our relationship would always be a cycle if we never changed (my toxic trait being saying things were fine when they weren't and hers were lashing out whenever she felt like it) and I couldn't do that anymore because it wasn't to fair to her or me, since I told her things were fine when they weren't and it was too late to acknowledge and validate them now. And that was that.
A lot of things happened and although we communicated from time to time, it wasn't much. I then finally got a job in another city and moved. We started talking more after that she realized how she treated me and wanted to get back. It was about after a year that I decided to get back and try to work things out again. I told her that if at any time we reverted to our old selves, that would be it for us. I looked at the relationship as something to start afresh, but she would always bring up the great times we had in the past. But whenever she brought up stuff from the past of how we used to be, I would also recall the bad and although that sucked, I still tried to hold on to this relationship, thinking maybe we can still work this one out. But my mental health had other plans for me lol. She knew how bad I got during Covid but I suppose I just ever really bounced back up.
I had to moved back home, and started spiralling downwards even more. And I felt like I was only disappointing her, she would ask me if I missed her, how I felt when I met her, saw her, etc. But for me it was like even feeling emotions was a huge plus. I suppose I had some form of dissociation because, I would recognize people - in my head I knew who they were but emotionally just never checked out. I told her how I felt, and she said it was alright and that she didn't mind and just wanted to know if I still saw her the same. I told her that she's the one I want to be in a relationship with. Although, with us being in different cities, and different life plans, we may clash but I wanted to take things as they come. But as time went by, I delved deeper and deeper into isolation and although we talked, I disappointed her numerous times by not being able to respond to sexy or cute texts and calls in kind.
So, I broke up with her because its not fair. Although most of the negatives parts of my relationship are mentioned here, we did have many good times together. She made me feel loved, beautiful, and there were times she believed in me more that I believed in myself. I really only wish her the best.
That is all.
2024.05.15 04:21 WanderingLust6843 37 [M4F] #Chicago or online - Neurodivergent Geek Looking to Build Meaningful Connections
Hiya,
I'm a geeky neurodivergent type of human, and I'm looking to find someone who I can laugh, flirt and generally share experiences and conversations with. I live in Chicago, but don't mind connecting online; I've had some very meaningful friendships and relationships virtually, and I value them a lot.
I tend to get along best with people who can talk about pretty much anything, can appreciate trashy movies/tv and who have a good deal of passion for something. Also, people who are at least a little weird.I've been polyamorous for 12 years and have been in a few different configurations of relationships...from having entirely separate relationships to being involved in multiple triads.I'm looking for something meaningful, though that can take a lot of different shapes.
That being said, I tend to like connections where I can just feel comfortable being myself, we share some interests and can talk with equal ease about deep and meaningful stuff, and really stupid silly kinds of things. I also like dynamics where we inspire each other to learn and grow, and can be equal parts sexy and ridiculous.
I'm a bit of an awkward homebody who goes out for movies and theater on occasion. I consume a ton of different kinds of media....I especially love bad horror movies but I'll watch anything from cooking shows to Marvel and everything in between. I also spend a lot of my time playing video games (or board games when there's people to play with).
When I do go out, I like trying out food, drinks and spending time + sharing experiences with the people I'm close to. Oh, and I can't say no to a good espresso martini.
Work-wise, I have a relatively laid back marketing writing job at a software company. I used to lead a marketing team, but went through really severe burn out along with a pretty bad mental health episode, so I generally shifted my priorities away from work stuff and more into building friendships and connecting more with the people in my life.
Anyway, I'd love to have someone to connect with! If you're interested, send me a message and tell me a few things about you.
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I'm a geeky neurodivergent type of human, and I'm looking to find someone who I can laugh, flirt and generally share experiences and conversations with. I live in Chicago, but don't mind connecting online; I've had some very meaningful friendships and relationships virtually, and I value them a lot.
I tend to get along best with people who can talk about pretty much anything, can appreciate trashy movies/tv and who have a good deal of passion for something. Also, people who are at least a little weird.I've been polyamorous for 12 years and have been in a few different configurations of relationships...from having entirely separate relationships to being involved in multiple triads.I'm looking for something meaningful, though that can take a lot of different shapes.
That being said, I tend to like connections where I can just feel comfortable being myself, we share some interests and can talk with equal ease about deep and meaningful stuff, and really stupid silly kinds of things. I also like dynamics where we inspire each other to learn and grow, and can be equal parts sexy and ridiculous.
I'm a bit of an awkward homebody who goes out for movies and theater on occasion. I consume a ton of different kinds of media....I especially love bad horror movies but I'll watch anything from cooking shows to Marvel and everything in between. I also spend a lot of my time playing video games (or board games when there's people to play with).
When I do go out, I like trying out food, drinks and spending time + sharing experiences with the people I'm close to. Oh, and I can't say no to a good espresso martini.
Work-wise, I have a relatively laid back marketing writing job at a software company. I used to lead a marketing team, but went through really severe burn out along with a pretty bad mental health episode, so I generally shifted my priorities away from work stuff and more into building friendships and connecting more with the people in my life.
Anyway, I'd love to have someone to connect with! If you're interested, send me a message and tell me a few things about you.
2024.05.15 03:31 22Perverts How is it possible for me to be a misogynist without me knowing I'm a misogynist?
I made a few posts here a while ago that went into me having rape fantasies about women I've been attracted to for years. Asked if I should give up on ever dating anyone since I've got them. Days ago, I made another posts on the sub psychologyofsex(Which has since been taken down) where I asked people for insight about the electrical and chemical processes occurring in the brain that make certain people prone to having such thoughts, specifically how the brain links having power and sexual pleasure. Which most people didn't even bother touching upon. As you'd expect, I had multiple people claim I was just misogynistic. I can't really complain about that, it's not like the context of my fantasies, and my profile activity, doesn't involve placing women into degrading plots.
But when I tried explaining that my fantasies weren't actually driven by hatred towards women, one specific commenter pretty much said I was misogynistic without being aware. Of course I argued against that, since that idea makes little sense to me, and that's when things went off course and got messy. That last part's kinda besides the point of this post though. I'm just adding context. What I want to do here is explain my mentality on this situation and see if anyone can make that commenter's idea make sense. I get that repressed feelings are a thing, but this seems a bit outlandish for me. But I've been wrong before so...here goes my side of this little debate.
Argument One:
So, the first thing I want to bring up about their statement that I disagree with is them saying I'd been "socialized" to believe I deserve power over women, basically implying that was the core reason for my fantasy. There's two problems with that angle. One being that I wasn't "socialized" to believe this. Nearly every member of my family, both male and female, were pretty damn adamant about making sure I didn't grow up thinking like that. Another being that...well, I don't think I deserve power over women. I've got no reason for thinking that. If you ask me, the only logical reason to say someone "deserves" power over anyone is if they have the capacity and drive to make life better for others. If not for society at large, then at least for the person/community/group that puts them into power. That's not how things would go if I had power over a woman. I'd likely end up making life harder for her. Not out of malicious intent, mind you, but because I generally screw up more things in life than I get right. And I'm still quite dependent on my family. I can't even take care of myself as well as a guy my age should, how would I be able to take of another person? That doesn't really make sense.
Argument Two:
This one of the more obvious(At least to me) reasons that I don't think my fantasies are driven by misogyny. Speaking bluntly, I don't feel anger or hatred towards the women I fantasize about. It's just that I like imagining scenarios that give me power over them. I don't select my imaginary victims by how much they piss me off. Most of them are just actresses I know from various horrothriller flicks I'm into and I'm just picking them because I know they play victims well and they're sexy(Again, at least to me). The only anger I usually feel during these thoughts is at myself for being insecure enough to resort to them to feel powerful. And I logically know that's not anyone's fault. I'm insecure because of my own shortcomings, not because of any bad things girls have done to me.
With all that context laid out, and taking into account that I'm consciously able to acknowledge the fact that I've got no logical motive for thinking I deserve power over women and/or having general hatred for them, I really don't see how I'd be dealing with some unconscious misogyny here. Does anyone else have another view I've failed to consider? I'd be genuinely interested in them.
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But when I tried explaining that my fantasies weren't actually driven by hatred towards women, one specific commenter pretty much said I was misogynistic without being aware. Of course I argued against that, since that idea makes little sense to me, and that's when things went off course and got messy. That last part's kinda besides the point of this post though. I'm just adding context. What I want to do here is explain my mentality on this situation and see if anyone can make that commenter's idea make sense. I get that repressed feelings are a thing, but this seems a bit outlandish for me. But I've been wrong before so...here goes my side of this little debate.
Argument One:
So, the first thing I want to bring up about their statement that I disagree with is them saying I'd been "socialized" to believe I deserve power over women, basically implying that was the core reason for my fantasy. There's two problems with that angle. One being that I wasn't "socialized" to believe this. Nearly every member of my family, both male and female, were pretty damn adamant about making sure I didn't grow up thinking like that. Another being that...well, I don't think I deserve power over women. I've got no reason for thinking that. If you ask me, the only logical reason to say someone "deserves" power over anyone is if they have the capacity and drive to make life better for others. If not for society at large, then at least for the person/community/group that puts them into power. That's not how things would go if I had power over a woman. I'd likely end up making life harder for her. Not out of malicious intent, mind you, but because I generally screw up more things in life than I get right. And I'm still quite dependent on my family. I can't even take care of myself as well as a guy my age should, how would I be able to take of another person? That doesn't really make sense.
Argument Two:
This one of the more obvious(At least to me) reasons that I don't think my fantasies are driven by misogyny. Speaking bluntly, I don't feel anger or hatred towards the women I fantasize about. It's just that I like imagining scenarios that give me power over them. I don't select my imaginary victims by how much they piss me off. Most of them are just actresses I know from various horrothriller flicks I'm into and I'm just picking them because I know they play victims well and they're sexy(Again, at least to me). The only anger I usually feel during these thoughts is at myself for being insecure enough to resort to them to feel powerful. And I logically know that's not anyone's fault. I'm insecure because of my own shortcomings, not because of any bad things girls have done to me.
With all that context laid out, and taking into account that I'm consciously able to acknowledge the fact that I've got no logical motive for thinking I deserve power over women and/or having general hatred for them, I really don't see how I'd be dealing with some unconscious misogyny here. Does anyone else have another view I've failed to consider? I'd be genuinely interested in them.
2024.05.15 03:12 ByMyDecree Reviewing and Ranking Every Battle: James Bond vs. Austin Powers
Tier List: https://imgur.com/a/WcUX9AP
Good gravy, these visuals. This is the most visual flair they've ever had in a battle up until this point. More on the particulars later. Unfortunately the music is comparatively pretty weak and unmemorable, with the notable exception of the track that plays during Austin Powers' bits.
So, Daniel Craig Bond's first verse. "[insert Bond villains here] were not as crooked and rotten as your teeth are." that's a decent burn, but man, I always feel bad for Austin Powers when Bond says this. Powers looks genuinely hurt, quit bullying Powers, Craig Bond! "I'll go balls to the Walther on this wack twat in an ascot; Blast shots atcha like gas from the back slot of a fat Scot!" Intellectually I acknowledge that there is some somewhat clever wordplay going on here, but I can't say I particularly care for these lines. The "I'm licensed to kill; you couldn't get a learner's permit!" is an alright diss I guess. The lines comparing their filmography and tying in You Only Live Twice into the diss... I dunno, something feels so rote and lifeless about this burn. It's competent, but it's not doing much for me. The best part of this verse is easily the "B on D/beyond me" diss, fun wordsmithing there. The closer is competent, reference to Golden Gun, sure, that's fine, but I ain't writing home about it. I'll go into more detail about this towards the end, but I'm not a fan of this verse, I think Craig Bond as a rapper is a fairly bland character and that the background visuals are having to compensate hard for his lifelessness.
Austin Powers opens his verse by acknowledging that he has been catfished by Craig Bond, which I think is a ton of fun. The visual of Austin Powers splitting into rainbow versions of himself as his track with the horns starts blaring is just fantastic. "Basil Exposition told me this would be boring; but Jesus, man, even my mojo's snoring!" This isn't a particularly clever line or a powerful diss, mostly seems like an excuse to drop a couple references, but I'm in full agreement with Austin Powers here. Craig Bond's performance was boring. Austin Powers proceeds to mock Craig Bond for his hairless body, contrasting it with his own glorious chest bush. I love how much confidence Austin has in his sexiness despite not being the least bit conventionally attractive. I also love this set with Austin, his buddy, and these women all rocking out. The computer-generated visuals of Craig Bond's backgrounds are impressive, sure, but actually having this wacky set made for the battle really elevates it to a new level in terms of presentation. And all these close-ups of Austin's eyes, mouth, and ass getting slapped... much more flair than their usual fare. Austin Powers threatens to hypnotize Craig Bond with a strip tease and I just... look, I'm not saying these are great lines, on paper Austin does not have the strongest disses, but this verse is just so FUN. The dancing and choreography with Austin's visuals are top-notch, love him slapping his ass on the spinning bed. "You're defenseless, my rhymes can't be deflected, you're like all the sex I've ever had: unprotected!" is genuinely hilarious. "People want a hero with a little personality; no one wants to sit through your gritty reality" is definitely encapsulating the vibe I feel on the question of James Bond vs. Austin Powers. Powers then goes in for a nice blow with the line about them making Thunderball twice. "I'm one of a kind, you're always getting remade" goes hard, even harder nowadays than it did back when this was made. "You can't touch me, double oh behave" is a cute reference, but it's not anything more than that, same tier of verse closer as Craig Bond's.
Then we have the misfortune of returning to Craig Bond's gritty reality. "I can't believe I'm wasting my time with this clown, I should... be on an island with a fucking model by now" is really weak. It feels ad-libbed. You're not too cool for this rap battle Craig Bond, you're actually not nearly cool enough. Craig throws in a reference to the penis pumping joke from Austin Powers, we get a little failed interjection from Powers, and that's fun. Craig Bond does get a strong blow in with "but I'm the original model that your frilly ass mimics"; a powerful argument that you can't take away from Craig Bond.
Until Sean Bond comes in and takes that away from Craig Bond with a cheeky "I wouldn't exactly call you original". Good stuff. The BDSM joke is whatever. "Your performance doesn't stir me and I'm certainly not shaken" is an amusing reference to his famous quote, maybe a little obvious and corny, but what really helps sell it is the way it segueways into "if I wanted shitty acting in my action film, I'd go and watch Taken". Fun! "I don't need a Q to break your balls" is some good wordplay. I remember watching this with my family years ago, and my father groaned at Bond's closing Gold Bond joke and said "That's terrible." and... yeah, I kind of have to agree. It's a good jab and the wordplay isn't without its wit, but there's something so goddamned cheesy about it. Can't help but roll my eyes when he smugly looks at the camera and says 'Gold Bond'. It's the phrasing and line delivery, I think. This joke might have landed better if they refrained from trying to tie it into that famous quote.
Austin Powers makes a valiant effort to get back in the battle, but gets bitch slapped for his troubles.
There's something so... for lack of a better term... beta about the way Craig Bond comes in and touches Sean Bond's arm to get his attention. "The world has had quite enough rug-wearing misogynists" is accurate, albeit not the most clever.
Austin Powers shows Craig Bond up by carrying that line of argumentation further with an amusing bit about Sean Bond being a rapist. I love how uncomfortable Austin Powers seems.
"If they made a mini-me they'd have to cast Peter Dinklage"... that's so lame, guys. Come on.
"Or maybe they should cast a Bond who's actually English" winds up seeming like way stronger of a burn than it is for the fact that Sean Bond takes so much offense to it he feels the need to slap Craig Bond hard for it. Austin's awed reaction in the background is quite funny.
"Why, Pussy, aren't you the cunning linguist?" Har har har.
I like the way Craig Bond takes Sean Bond's wordplay and uses it to mount a counteroffensive, he delivers a couple real solid lines here.
Sean Bond's closer is pretty unremarkable. I guess I could charitably consider it to be of the same caliber as the closers for Craig Bond's and Powers' first verse closers, a cute little reference but nothing more. Austin Powers continues to be the best part of the battle as he rises up into the frame, enamored with his opponents.
Alright, so... I think Craig Bond gives one of the dullest and most unmemorable performances in ERB history. For one thing, his face is just not very expressive here; it's like he constantly has one facial expression. Even when his face is contorting a bit to try and express anger he still looks the same. I don't know to what extent that's just the actor's physical appearance, or if it's a deliberate choice as part of the Craig Bond persona, or what, but watching him perform feels like watching a flat line. It doesn't help that he just looks like some guy. Austin Powers and Sean Bond have very distinct and flashy appearances, but with Craig Bond it looks like they just brought in some random guy off the street and gave him a suit. Maybe that's accurate to Daniel Craig's Bond, but it's a problem for this rap battle regardless. This guy is so nondescript he's regularly getting upstaged by his backgrounds. Another issue I have with this battle is that it clearly does not respect the existence of Austin Powers as a rapper. I could be misremembering, but I believe I've heard that the creators said they didn't like the idea of a parody rapping against the character they're based on, and that this one ultimately got made because they could turn it into a Bond v. Bond battle. Personally I think the idea of having a parody go up against the original is vastly more interesting of a matchup and that Bond v. Bond is the thing that isn't really worth doing. I'd rather this have just been a battle between Austin Powers on one side with two verses and one or both of the Bonds on the other. I also want to say that this is one of the best and most un-NicePeter performances Peter has ever given; I had to go on the wiki and double-check to make sure Peter actually played him. I think Peter has an issue with a lot of his characters sounding same-y, but this sounds nothing like him. It doesn't look like him either; it's not just that the costuming is great, the dancing and mannerisms are real different from Peter's usual stuff. Just look at that pose he strikes on the right at 1:13. So good. One of Peter's best characters.
Anyhoo... I'd put this battle in B Tier, below Ghostbusters vs. Mythbusters but above Robocop vs. Terminator. The Craig and Sean Bonds have their moments, but their parts greatly pale in comparison to Austin Powers... but even then, Austin Powers' verse isn't that great, it's more supremely entertaining than expertly written. It shapes out to being a solid battle that still leaves a lot to be desired.
I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm saying Austin Powers>Sean Bond>Craig Bond. Austin Powers is the entire reason I revisit this battle.
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Good gravy, these visuals. This is the most visual flair they've ever had in a battle up until this point. More on the particulars later. Unfortunately the music is comparatively pretty weak and unmemorable, with the notable exception of the track that plays during Austin Powers' bits.
So, Daniel Craig Bond's first verse. "[insert Bond villains here] were not as crooked and rotten as your teeth are." that's a decent burn, but man, I always feel bad for Austin Powers when Bond says this. Powers looks genuinely hurt, quit bullying Powers, Craig Bond! "I'll go balls to the Walther on this wack twat in an ascot; Blast shots atcha like gas from the back slot of a fat Scot!" Intellectually I acknowledge that there is some somewhat clever wordplay going on here, but I can't say I particularly care for these lines. The "I'm licensed to kill; you couldn't get a learner's permit!" is an alright diss I guess. The lines comparing their filmography and tying in You Only Live Twice into the diss... I dunno, something feels so rote and lifeless about this burn. It's competent, but it's not doing much for me. The best part of this verse is easily the "B on D/beyond me" diss, fun wordsmithing there. The closer is competent, reference to Golden Gun, sure, that's fine, but I ain't writing home about it. I'll go into more detail about this towards the end, but I'm not a fan of this verse, I think Craig Bond as a rapper is a fairly bland character and that the background visuals are having to compensate hard for his lifelessness.
Austin Powers opens his verse by acknowledging that he has been catfished by Craig Bond, which I think is a ton of fun. The visual of Austin Powers splitting into rainbow versions of himself as his track with the horns starts blaring is just fantastic. "Basil Exposition told me this would be boring; but Jesus, man, even my mojo's snoring!" This isn't a particularly clever line or a powerful diss, mostly seems like an excuse to drop a couple references, but I'm in full agreement with Austin Powers here. Craig Bond's performance was boring. Austin Powers proceeds to mock Craig Bond for his hairless body, contrasting it with his own glorious chest bush. I love how much confidence Austin has in his sexiness despite not being the least bit conventionally attractive. I also love this set with Austin, his buddy, and these women all rocking out. The computer-generated visuals of Craig Bond's backgrounds are impressive, sure, but actually having this wacky set made for the battle really elevates it to a new level in terms of presentation. And all these close-ups of Austin's eyes, mouth, and ass getting slapped... much more flair than their usual fare. Austin Powers threatens to hypnotize Craig Bond with a strip tease and I just... look, I'm not saying these are great lines, on paper Austin does not have the strongest disses, but this verse is just so FUN. The dancing and choreography with Austin's visuals are top-notch, love him slapping his ass on the spinning bed. "You're defenseless, my rhymes can't be deflected, you're like all the sex I've ever had: unprotected!" is genuinely hilarious. "People want a hero with a little personality; no one wants to sit through your gritty reality" is definitely encapsulating the vibe I feel on the question of James Bond vs. Austin Powers. Powers then goes in for a nice blow with the line about them making Thunderball twice. "I'm one of a kind, you're always getting remade" goes hard, even harder nowadays than it did back when this was made. "You can't touch me, double oh behave" is a cute reference, but it's not anything more than that, same tier of verse closer as Craig Bond's.
Then we have the misfortune of returning to Craig Bond's gritty reality. "I can't believe I'm wasting my time with this clown, I should... be on an island with a fucking model by now" is really weak. It feels ad-libbed. You're not too cool for this rap battle Craig Bond, you're actually not nearly cool enough. Craig throws in a reference to the penis pumping joke from Austin Powers, we get a little failed interjection from Powers, and that's fun. Craig Bond does get a strong blow in with "but I'm the original model that your frilly ass mimics"; a powerful argument that you can't take away from Craig Bond.
Until Sean Bond comes in and takes that away from Craig Bond with a cheeky "I wouldn't exactly call you original". Good stuff. The BDSM joke is whatever. "Your performance doesn't stir me and I'm certainly not shaken" is an amusing reference to his famous quote, maybe a little obvious and corny, but what really helps sell it is the way it segueways into "if I wanted shitty acting in my action film, I'd go and watch Taken". Fun! "I don't need a Q to break your balls" is some good wordplay. I remember watching this with my family years ago, and my father groaned at Bond's closing Gold Bond joke and said "That's terrible." and... yeah, I kind of have to agree. It's a good jab and the wordplay isn't without its wit, but there's something so goddamned cheesy about it. Can't help but roll my eyes when he smugly looks at the camera and says 'Gold Bond'. It's the phrasing and line delivery, I think. This joke might have landed better if they refrained from trying to tie it into that famous quote.
Austin Powers makes a valiant effort to get back in the battle, but gets bitch slapped for his troubles.
There's something so... for lack of a better term... beta about the way Craig Bond comes in and touches Sean Bond's arm to get his attention. "The world has had quite enough rug-wearing misogynists" is accurate, albeit not the most clever.
Austin Powers shows Craig Bond up by carrying that line of argumentation further with an amusing bit about Sean Bond being a rapist. I love how uncomfortable Austin Powers seems.
"If they made a mini-me they'd have to cast Peter Dinklage"... that's so lame, guys. Come on.
"Or maybe they should cast a Bond who's actually English" winds up seeming like way stronger of a burn than it is for the fact that Sean Bond takes so much offense to it he feels the need to slap Craig Bond hard for it. Austin's awed reaction in the background is quite funny.
"Why, Pussy, aren't you the cunning linguist?" Har har har.
I like the way Craig Bond takes Sean Bond's wordplay and uses it to mount a counteroffensive, he delivers a couple real solid lines here.
Sean Bond's closer is pretty unremarkable. I guess I could charitably consider it to be of the same caliber as the closers for Craig Bond's and Powers' first verse closers, a cute little reference but nothing more. Austin Powers continues to be the best part of the battle as he rises up into the frame, enamored with his opponents.
Alright, so... I think Craig Bond gives one of the dullest and most unmemorable performances in ERB history. For one thing, his face is just not very expressive here; it's like he constantly has one facial expression. Even when his face is contorting a bit to try and express anger he still looks the same. I don't know to what extent that's just the actor's physical appearance, or if it's a deliberate choice as part of the Craig Bond persona, or what, but watching him perform feels like watching a flat line. It doesn't help that he just looks like some guy. Austin Powers and Sean Bond have very distinct and flashy appearances, but with Craig Bond it looks like they just brought in some random guy off the street and gave him a suit. Maybe that's accurate to Daniel Craig's Bond, but it's a problem for this rap battle regardless. This guy is so nondescript he's regularly getting upstaged by his backgrounds. Another issue I have with this battle is that it clearly does not respect the existence of Austin Powers as a rapper. I could be misremembering, but I believe I've heard that the creators said they didn't like the idea of a parody rapping against the character they're based on, and that this one ultimately got made because they could turn it into a Bond v. Bond battle. Personally I think the idea of having a parody go up against the original is vastly more interesting of a matchup and that Bond v. Bond is the thing that isn't really worth doing. I'd rather this have just been a battle between Austin Powers on one side with two verses and one or both of the Bonds on the other. I also want to say that this is one of the best and most un-NicePeter performances Peter has ever given; I had to go on the wiki and double-check to make sure Peter actually played him. I think Peter has an issue with a lot of his characters sounding same-y, but this sounds nothing like him. It doesn't look like him either; it's not just that the costuming is great, the dancing and mannerisms are real different from Peter's usual stuff. Just look at that pose he strikes on the right at 1:13. So good. One of Peter's best characters.
Anyhoo... I'd put this battle in B Tier, below Ghostbusters vs. Mythbusters but above Robocop vs. Terminator. The Craig and Sean Bonds have their moments, but their parts greatly pale in comparison to Austin Powers... but even then, Austin Powers' verse isn't that great, it's more supremely entertaining than expertly written. It shapes out to being a solid battle that still leaves a lot to be desired.
I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm saying Austin Powers>Sean Bond>Craig Bond. Austin Powers is the entire reason I revisit this battle.
2024.05.15 03:07 Zestyclose-Study8585 One issue that definitely feels under the surface
It’s not a problem for me per se, but whenever I’m amassing an AMAZING connection with a Dom, our chemistry is immaculate, we actually like each other beyond the kink, and we’ve built a super friendly rapport, I have the most knee jerk feeling that makes me wish we could hang out irl?
I’m not lonely by any means and feel very happy and comfortable with things, but I think a prior experience made me go crazy for like bringing findom up a notch
Like yeah sure, sit on my face and spend all my money, who wouldn’t want that! But at the same time I’m like, c’mon hold realistic expectations and enjoy the connection, which I of course largely do
But it’s still very much like agh, it feels almost immature you know? Like, tapping on the part of the “want what you can’t have” aspect of desire, it’d be so sexy to get the hotel room, spend the night, have alll our fun you know?
Post is very flow-y with my thoughts so it might seem a little unfocused or specific but I did weirdly want to express it and share it lol
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I’m not lonely by any means and feel very happy and comfortable with things, but I think a prior experience made me go crazy for like bringing findom up a notch
Like yeah sure, sit on my face and spend all my money, who wouldn’t want that! But at the same time I’m like, c’mon hold realistic expectations and enjoy the connection, which I of course largely do
But it’s still very much like agh, it feels almost immature you know? Like, tapping on the part of the “want what you can’t have” aspect of desire, it’d be so sexy to get the hotel room, spend the night, have alll our fun you know?
Post is very flow-y with my thoughts so it might seem a little unfocused or specific but I did weirdly want to express it and share it lol
2024.05.15 02:18 PersephonesRebellion How does everyone feel about the Skims “nipple bra”!?
Say what you want about the Kardashians, but I’m going to absolutely trust their judgement on how to look good, shapewear & overall “thirst trap “ related things. I’m actually going to buy this bra & was surprised by the reasonable price! What do yall think about the nipple feature? Hate it ? Love it? Do you think it’s sexy or trashy ?
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2024.05.15 02:07 r4rthrowawatc 36 [M4F] CO - Healing from a breakup, looking for someone in a similar situation for a "flirtationship"
Hi! After focusing all my energy on getting out of job search hell, I have realized that I've delayed the healing process from a recent-ish breakup, and it's all hitting like a ton of bricks right now. At the moment, I am mostly looking for someone who can relate in their 20s or 30s for conversation, validation, and flirtation. Let's get our minds off of things by indulging in each other and making each other feel appreciated and sexy again. If you're from CO as well, that's a bonus.
To break the ice a bit, who is a fictional character you would like to be friends with? Alternatively, who is your favorite fictional villain?
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To break the ice a bit, who is a fictional character you would like to be friends with? Alternatively, who is your favorite fictional villain?
2024.05.15 01:53 Hour_Damage_3753 what do you do when you get broken up with because of your own behavior, but you were in love?
i couldn't feel secure with him but i loved him so much. he broke up with me a month ago. i wish i could go back and undo things. there's so much healing i need to do. i wish it would have been an opportunity to grow, for the both of us.
context:
i tend to anxiously attach and struggle with jealousy and being overly preoccupied with my partner, and worry too much about them leaving me. i'm very committed and loving but very emotional, to the point of toxicity.
i contacted him too much, demanded too much emotional support from him, and didn't give him enough time to himself. we would get in arguments about dumb stuff. a lot of things about him would trigger me; he was sometimes a bit of an asshole and had very strict and sort of elitist opinions, some of which were critical of what i liked or thought. he was also avoidant, and tbh a lot smarter than i was, which made me feel insecure too. he was good at everything and would always beat me at every game and took everything so seriously bc he had to be the best.
i often had to witness other people flirt with him, esp in the beginning and he had slept with several girls i knew. i always worried about everyone liking him more than me too, and it seemed like i had proof of that over and over again. my friends had crushes on him previously or said he was sexy and it bothered me. he is a musician, and a pretty one at that, and in the beginning, after a couple months of trying to get him to hang out with me and feeling rejected, he kissed me and decided he liked me. then it all happened so fast, within a month we were official. i look back and think it was because he had tried with everyone else and i was a "cool" person he didn't know already.
my anxiety was overwhelming. it remained overwhelming. i couldn't handle my feelings and would lash out. i would always apologize but i could never heal enough to change my behavior. i didn't support his music enough. i was just mad far too often.
this is all the negative stuff, which is ultimately why relationships fail. i would go into the intense love we had for each other, but it seems that all of the built resentment overpowered it. I guess i just wanted to spill my guts a bit.
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context:
i tend to anxiously attach and struggle with jealousy and being overly preoccupied with my partner, and worry too much about them leaving me. i'm very committed and loving but very emotional, to the point of toxicity.
i contacted him too much, demanded too much emotional support from him, and didn't give him enough time to himself. we would get in arguments about dumb stuff. a lot of things about him would trigger me; he was sometimes a bit of an asshole and had very strict and sort of elitist opinions, some of which were critical of what i liked or thought. he was also avoidant, and tbh a lot smarter than i was, which made me feel insecure too. he was good at everything and would always beat me at every game and took everything so seriously bc he had to be the best.
i often had to witness other people flirt with him, esp in the beginning and he had slept with several girls i knew. i always worried about everyone liking him more than me too, and it seemed like i had proof of that over and over again. my friends had crushes on him previously or said he was sexy and it bothered me. he is a musician, and a pretty one at that, and in the beginning, after a couple months of trying to get him to hang out with me and feeling rejected, he kissed me and decided he liked me. then it all happened so fast, within a month we were official. i look back and think it was because he had tried with everyone else and i was a "cool" person he didn't know already.
my anxiety was overwhelming. it remained overwhelming. i couldn't handle my feelings and would lash out. i would always apologize but i could never heal enough to change my behavior. i didn't support his music enough. i was just mad far too often.
this is all the negative stuff, which is ultimately why relationships fail. i would go into the intense love we had for each other, but it seems that all of the built resentment overpowered it. I guess i just wanted to spill my guts a bit.
2024.05.15 01:52 Negative_Jello_2845 My boyfriend 22M does shitty prank with me 24F. What should I do?
My boyfriend (M22) and I (F24) as sexting a little. Like just not that deep. You know you send some pretty sexy text. Kinda that. It was just like 10 minutes.
After 2-3 hours I called him and he was sleepy. Anyways I was talking about this and he said "i didn't text you my friends did". Then i got really weird and then he told me "Sorry, it was a prank" and i got really mad and he was like "can't make those tiktok pranks with you."
I mean I know it was him because of the things he said. I got angry and pissed still for making this joke and I reacted badly. I think this is not something you should joke about and this is immature stuff. I'm pretty mad at him.
What should I do in this situation? Do you think I overreacted?
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After 2-3 hours I called him and he was sleepy. Anyways I was talking about this and he said "i didn't text you my friends did". Then i got really weird and then he told me "Sorry, it was a prank" and i got really mad and he was like "can't make those tiktok pranks with you."
I mean I know it was him because of the things he said. I got angry and pissed still for making this joke and I reacted badly. I think this is not something you should joke about and this is immature stuff. I'm pretty mad at him.
What should I do in this situation? Do you think I overreacted?
2024.05.15 01:37 Negative_Jello_2845 My boyfriend said some things
My boyfriend and i was sexting a little. Like just not that deep. You know you send some pretty sexy text. Kinda that. It was just like 10 minutes.
After 2-3 hours I called him and he was sleepy. Anyways I was talking about this and he said "i didn't text you my friends did". Then i got really weird and then he told me "Sorry, it was a prank" and i got really mad and he was like "can't make those tiktok pranks with you."
I mean I know it was him because of the things he said. I got angry and pissed still for making this joke and I reacted badly. I think this is not something you should joke about and this is immature stuff. I'm pretty mad at him.
Am I the asshole?
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After 2-3 hours I called him and he was sleepy. Anyways I was talking about this and he said "i didn't text you my friends did". Then i got really weird and then he told me "Sorry, it was a prank" and i got really mad and he was like "can't make those tiktok pranks with you."
I mean I know it was him because of the things he said. I got angry and pissed still for making this joke and I reacted badly. I think this is not something you should joke about and this is immature stuff. I'm pretty mad at him.
Am I the asshole?
2024.05.15 01:36 Euphoricstateofmind I am afraid I have been living in denial all these years. Do you think that’s the case as well? Just looking for an opinion
So from a very early age I always liked playing with my sisters Barbie’s and with her and her friends and had my first taste of dysphoria around 7 when I accidentally saw a girls vagina and thought wait I’m supposed to have one of those too. Was a feeling not a thought.
Fast forward to ten and I see my first transwoman naked but on a porno magazine and I was like so excited that they can do that to men( make them have real boobs and look just like women)
I instantly knew that’s what I wanted to be (a woman but not a porn star)
I’ve often did masculine things because I felt disgusted with myself. My father’s an alpha male career marine so I think he instilled a lot of transphobia in me I can’t get over.
All I know is I can’t do this anymore. I will often try to get sober but the only time I feel like I’m in the write body is when I used drugs to help Me imagine having large breasts with pretty pink female aeriolas and an hourglass body. I often pray to God to turn me into a sexy woman. I often ask God to make it so I was born with a vagina between my legs instead of a penis and balls but He never answers.
I always thought God was real and that he loved me, but if He is real and he loves me then why won’t he fix me???why won’t he just change history so that I was born a girl. He knows it and I know it that I am was supposed to be a girl.
And I started HRT and quit 3 times primarily due to social fears. My wife hated me for transitioning but I don’t think she realizes I need it. I can’t live as a man anymore. It’s becoming to be too much but I’m afraid to take the next step too that I know I must take ifn too stay sober. I must transition. I really think that for me it’s transition or die or be junkie.
I’d rather transition. Amy tips for help to accept that I’m truly a girl? And any tips to help me get started or suggestions?
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Fast forward to ten and I see my first transwoman naked but on a porno magazine and I was like so excited that they can do that to men( make them have real boobs and look just like women)
I instantly knew that’s what I wanted to be (a woman but not a porn star)
I’ve often did masculine things because I felt disgusted with myself. My father’s an alpha male career marine so I think he instilled a lot of transphobia in me I can’t get over.
All I know is I can’t do this anymore. I will often try to get sober but the only time I feel like I’m in the write body is when I used drugs to help Me imagine having large breasts with pretty pink female aeriolas and an hourglass body. I often pray to God to turn me into a sexy woman. I often ask God to make it so I was born with a vagina between my legs instead of a penis and balls but He never answers.
I always thought God was real and that he loved me, but if He is real and he loves me then why won’t he fix me???why won’t he just change history so that I was born a girl. He knows it and I know it that I am was supposed to be a girl.
And I started HRT and quit 3 times primarily due to social fears. My wife hated me for transitioning but I don’t think she realizes I need it. I can’t live as a man anymore. It’s becoming to be too much but I’m afraid to take the next step too that I know I must take ifn too stay sober. I must transition. I really think that for me it’s transition or die or be junkie.
I’d rather transition. Amy tips for help to accept that I’m truly a girl? And any tips to help me get started or suggestions?
2024.05.15 01:05 Unhappy_Quote2670 Crushing hard for this girl
So here’s what is going on: I met this girl on reddit in April and we’ve been talking/chatting for 2 months now and flirting a lot like heavy sexy flirting and we are both interested in each other not just sexually but romantically as well. The thing is she lives in Europe which sucks cause I can’t see her in person . One day she texts me there’s another girl she’s talking too that is interesting in her and that she might pursue her and that she is still somewhat interested in me so we just casually talk for a few days no problem she hasn’t been talking to me for a little while since she has work and I had school you know college classes and all that. Then she starts texting me out of nowhere and now we’re back to constant flirting and fun talking, I really want to ask her out but I’m sure I’ll get rejected though idk she is everything I’m looking for in a gf and I’ve been single single hs , and college girls are a bit crazy in a good way but I want a real relationship since I’m not interested in hookup culture. Ik people say your young you have time I’m just turned 22 and almost done with college but I feel like it’s going to taking forever to find someone. I’m thinking about her all the time and she says she enjoys talking to me. If someone could help me out I’d appreciate it .
P.S : TL/DR , but should I shoot my shot or is this a hit and miss?
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P.S : TL/DR , but should I shoot my shot or is this a hit and miss?