Women groping eachother

I am a 30 year old male, and I've had 5 serious relationships all lasted from 2 years to 4 years, and these relationships were all with women the same age or a year older. Now I had ended all of them due to me becoming bored or ready for a new chapter. Do not get me wrong I have a great deal of respect for each one as they were all good relationships, yea there was arguments, but nothing out the norm.
Now my latest relationship lasted 2 years, and it's safe to say I loved her... alot. The relationship started amazing, everything was great, birds were singing, the sun was shining...it was amazing! Until it wasn't...and it went downhill... very fast! I am not going to go into a huge amount of detail because I could write a book on it if I did. The girl I am talking about was the first girl I got in a relationship with, who was a few years younger.
The relationship got to the point where there was no security, hardly saw eachother, rarely opened up to eachother, argued alot and then would go days/weeks without talking, messaging. My mum couldn't stand her, her step dad didn't like me. Friends didn't like her. Her friends didn't like me. The only thing that was good, was the physical side of things. Most the relationship felt like I wasn't even in a relationship. Even birthdays was spent without eachother, Xmas was the same. It is actually crazy to think how bad it got!
Yet I feel more heartbroken than ever. I am still getting on with my life, I'm dating but it's not the same this time round. I just feel lost. I keep thinking about her on an off.. this doesn't mean I have got in contact with her, because I won't, because deep down I know it was a mess. The only way I can explain it, is that I think as stupid as it sounds, like I was addicted to pain and being completely miserable and mentally drained for the sake of those very little moments of the good times...even though they were rare
Can anyone relate to this or has felt this way ?

For context, we are grown ass people. I'm about to hit 35, she's 37 already, lets call her Jen (we are not american so her name is not Jen obviously). We have been seeing each other for years now, since I broke up with my ex-fiancee, around the time pandemic started. In fact we were seing eachother while I was still with my ex-fiancee, but that part is a bit more complicated, so we'll leave it there.
BTW, we are "non-monogamous", or whatever that means. She has hinted at the chance of having a LTR before but I'm not going down that path again and I don't want kids. So there's that too.
So we were talking the other day about random stuff, like she pulled out a family pick and I couldn't help noticing how many children her grandpearents had, so the convo devolved into people not having big families anymore, then her running out of time, then her wanting kids with me, me not wanting a family, and somehow it ended in her asking something like
"After breaking up with your ex-fiancee (who was 32 are the time) and besides me (Jen), you have only dated young women ever since... Why is that?"
And I don't remember what I said exactly, but I guess it was something along the lines of
"I'm not age-discriminating, I just happen to click better with younger gals since they are more care-free and don't make that many plans for the future, they just wanna have fun, and I find them more alluring on average than older gals, but it's not a requirement, it's just a prefference."
She just lost it. Like, literally out of the blue, she blew up.
And she said so many things that are not reflective of the way I think or how I treat her, it made me feel really sad and hurt, but not just for me but for her also.
Now I get that she may feel a bit insecure for other non-related things that are going on in my personal life now (another girl, basically) but I would never hurt her or think a way to make her feel sad or disrespected.
She still says it's very disrespectful on my part to let another girl to stay at my place, and that I'm only doing it because I "prefer younger women over older women like her", which is somehow what I said but not EXACTLY what I said...
And then she came up with the idea that another girl staying at my place means I'm actually "replacing her for a NEW MODEL".
Like... WTF.
IDK why but I can't stop feeling like literal shit. This happened almost a week ago and I feel really misserable.
AITAH?

Hi all,
First time poster so go easy!
So years ago there was a series of videos on PornHub from an adult online game show. From what I can remember there would be 2 women, 2 men, the men would enter the women's rooms in the gameshows house and spend 30 mins with them getting to know eachother, some would lead to sex some wouldn't. Then the guys would swap rooms and 30 mins again.
Then the women would choose which guys they wanted Or something along those lines. It was similar to like a playboytv type show and in a similar setting to the swingers mansion kind of thing.
Does anyone remember this or have any idea what it would be called, I'd love to find it and watch the series again!
Thanks in advance

So for a while now I (26M) have a had a huge crush on my manager (36F) and over the last 2 months it seems the feeling is mutual. We get along really well and share some awesome banter. We are both single and have been for about 2 years. I've always preferred older women, most of my past encounters have been with older women so I know this isn't some flash in the pan. When I think about what could potentially come from it, I'm thinking it could become something serious as opposed to NSA, which I would welcome.
We work in healthcare. I am solely based in one location for work. Her being the manager, she has other branches to manage so we are never working in the same facility and rarely see eachother at work. We text and have both sent "accidental" kisses after our messages on several separate occasions. We have discussed our past relationships with eachother and chatted about our personal lives. When she has been in to visit the branch, she has offered me lifts home on several occasions (me, alone). We have work related meetings on Teams once a month, just the two of us. Conversation about work usually takes up the first 30 minutes, then we'll stay on the call just chatting for another 30 minutes until the scheduled end of the meeting.
I've considered the consequences if I fail, and honestly, the fact that we would not be constantly forced to see eachother day in, day out strikes me a huge positive.
Please let me know your thoughts on my situation, would really like some impartial opinions. If there's any information I've left out please feel free to ask and I'll do my best to answer.
Thank you for reading.

My best friend (27M) and I (27F) met on bumble 7 months ago. When we met neither of us really knew what we were looking for, I had left an abusive relationship and lived in a women an children’s shelter with my kid when we met (lived there for 6 months but met him halfway through being there) so I wasn’t really looking for anything serious, more or less someone to keep me company and to talk to. He told me he also didn’t know what he was looking for, but after a month of texting and messaging platonically we decided to meet for dinner. The first “date” went fine, it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t sparks flying. Hes pretty average looking, I’m not repulsed but I can’t look at him like “oh my god you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen”. We had good conversations but it was kind of like having dinner with a coworker type of vibes not date vibes. We still talked pretty much every day and I thought about trying to kind of taper it off because it just don’t have the excitement of a new relationship, but I still liked talking to him every day so it was pretty much impossible to stop texting him. (Important to note, most of our communication is solely through text). He invited me to go to a football game with him because we love the same team, and so our second “date” was the game, it was exactly one month after the last time we saw each other. He made me feel so safe, I get stressed out in crowds and he had his hand on my back between my shoulders to make sure I knew he was right there. We had so much fun at the game, our team won, the vibes were right…it was a December game and he didn’t wear enough layers so we snuggled in my blanket a little and I liked it, but that was it we didn’t kiss or anything, I think we hugged hello and goodbye and that’s it. So two weeks later he invited me over to watch a movie, and I think I felt love bombed (didn’t know what the problem was at the time, but now looking back that’s kind of what it was). He baked me cookies, he had a whole charcuterie board, he made sure everything was perfect. We went in his room because his roommate was there, the only place we could sit was in his bed and he wanted to cuddle and touch me and I just kind of let it happen because it had been a long time since I allowed someone to love me and I wanted to see if there was something there. He started kissing me and we ended up having sex, and some of it was really good…but most of it just didn’t do it for me and I got the Ick, I didn’t even like the way he kissed. I am a very sexual person, so if I don’t desire someone in that way that’s kind of it for me…so I made up an excuse of “it’s just not a good time for me to be dating and I just don’t feel a strong emotional connection with you”, which wasn’t true, but how do you just tell someone “the sex was not as great for me as it was for you and you’re a bad kisser, now I’m not interested anymore”?
And here’s where it starts to get messy: I went off my Wellbutrin a couple weeks after because I moved into an apartment and couldn’t find the bottle, so I had new found freedom from the shelter AND was unmedicated and I kind of went off the rails and I met someone else and we had a strictly sexual relationship for like 2 weeks. He lived an hour away and we didn’t physically have sex, but we would sext and send each other videos and pictures. Then I KNEW I couldn’t talk to my best friend anymore. I tried to taper it off again, I even considered ghosting him…but I still couldn’t do it no matter how hard I tried because emotionally he is my person. So I continued to have a platonic relationship with him (even though I knew at that point he had fallen in love with me and I didn’t feel the same), and a [virtual] sexual relationship with someone else. I knew it was wrong and I couldn’t keep doing it, but I did anyways and god punished me for it. I was sending the other guy videos of me in the shower with a toy on Snapchat, and it was so dirty I couldn’t bring myself to send it, but it was so good I had to save it so I could send it another day because it was a masterpiece, like I could make bank on onlyfans with it if I was brave enough (edit: this was totally a joke btw, I wasn’t actually going to post it on onlyfans)…But instead of pressing save on the Snapchat screen, I SENT IT TO MY PUBLIC STORY. I think about 50 people saw it before I got out of the shower, my phone was blowing up and I. Was. Mortified. I know it was my karma(edit: I deleted it IMMEDIATELY along with my entire Snapchat account). I went off the grid after that, I got off all social media and I didn’t talk to my best friend for a couple days after that because I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t even know if he knew about it. Well he texted me and knew something was wrong…because he’s my person and he just always knows when something’s not right with me. So I broke down and told him about the other guy and the video. I know I broke his heart that day. But he is the kindest, most forgiving person I have ever met. We remained friends and he started to give me a little space, mainly because after that incident I decided I was going to move to another state 9 hours away. (not just because of the Snapchat thing. The place we were living was dangerous and there were issues with my abusive ex, but I’m gonna leave those parts out to try to make this story shorter). I don’t know what his feelings or thought process was, but a month after the Snapchat incident, he asked me if I wanted to go to a home opener game for our favorite baseball team. It was a week before I was moving and 2 weeks before my birthday He wanted me to come with him because we had such a great time at the football game, and it was my going away and birthday present. Going to a home opener for my favorite team has been on my bucket list for a long time, so after consideration I decided to accept his invitation because 1) despite my attempts to stop…he was STILL my best friend and person and talked to me every day, and 2) the solar eclipse was the same day (another bucket list event) and the game was in Cleveland…that place that was said to have the BEST view of it because it was in the line of totality. So yea, I HAD to go to this game, I wasn’t going to miss two major events in the same place at the same time.
Now fast forward to the day of the game/eclipse, this was the day that changed it all. He picked me up that morning super early because we were told traffic was going to be terrible and it’s going to take hours to get into the city. He picked me up and we didn’t hit any traffic at all, we never got stopped once. so we got into the city around 10/10:30, the eclipse was around 3ish and the game started at 5 so we had HOURS to kill. Our original plan for the day before knowing about the eclipse, we wanted to go to the rock ‘n’ roll Hall of Fame because he had never been there and it’s one of my favorite places to go in the city. We found the perfect parking spot between the Hall of Fame and the stadium, it was the cheapest parking in town and was walking distance to both. We walked to the rock ‘n’ roll Hall of Fame and they had a big event happening for the eclipse. We were able to go though the entire museum (for free btw, I was trying to get our tickets on my phone but it wasn’t working and the security guard told me to just go through the line and talk to somebody at the front…and they couldn’t figure it out so she gave us wristbands and let us in anyways), we still had hours to kill so we walked nextdoor to the science museum because they had a big event for the eclipse as well. We made it through two museums and a festival, and when we got out of the second museum we were trying to figure out where we wanted to watch the eclipse, I spotted a big patch of grass over by the train station with a ton of empty space, ot was the perfect spot. There was the skyline of the city on one side, the museums and football stadium on the other side and the lake behind it, the view was unbelievable, we could not have found a better place if we tried. So we sat in the grass watching the moon move in front of the sun. He asked if I wanted to take a picture together but I said no (I’m the picture person and HE is usually the one who doesn’t want to) I was sitting with my hands behind me leaning back, we had those super dark glasses on so I couldn’t see, and his hand touched mine in the grass. It happened not once, but twice so idk if it was on purpose…but I pulled away both times and I still don’t know if I did it unintentionally, and moved my hand the second time so it wouldn’t happen again. (So I turned down 3 attempts he made at that point and it was a little awkward) When the sun was totally covered and you can look at it with your bare eyes, it’s almost like a switch was flipped in my life, I swear EVERYTHING changed after that. The world felt so different. When it started to get light again we walked from the place we were sitting to the stadium for the game, I was thinking about how he touched my hand and I pulled away. Did I pull away because I didn’t like it, or did I pull away because I was scared? I still don’t know the answer honestly. We made it to the game, the seats were amazing, we got a little drunk, our team won. Our chemistry that night…it was just something I’ve never felt before. When the game was almost over a couple in front of us wanted me to take a picture for them and they offered to take one for us, so he finally got me to take a picture with him that night, and it’s actually a really good picture of both of us. The game was over and I was drunk and ready to go, so I basically took his hand and said “keep up with me, I’m getting us the fuck out of here”. We ended up arm in arm and laughed and smile the whole way back to his truck. We got out of the city and stopped at a gas station for food before heading home, and the entire drive home I thought about holding his hand, and maybe kissing him when he dropped me off. I didn’t though.
Fast forward to now (about a month after I last saw him, and weeks after I moved 9 hours away): He’s still my person, we text all day every single day, he constantly checks in on me and makes sure I’m doing ok. He is the most supportive and reassuring person I have ever met. We’ve had some deeper conversations lately, and I think the distance after having such an amazing day with him has made me realize how lucky I am to have somebody who loves me unconditionally the way he does. This man has waited seven months for me, he would do absolutely anything for me (and my daughter who he has never even met), he wants to drive nine hours both ways once a month just to see me for a weekend. He knows every single thing about me, he was there for me during the hardest time in my life, we have almost everything in common…and they places we are different is where we balance eachother, we are literally a yin yang.
The thing I’m struggling with though…do I actually love him, do I love the idea of him, or do I just love the way he loves me? I have never had a love like this, I have never been in a healthy relationship so I don’t even know what it should feel like. I’m used to relationship starting with passion and flames, whereas this one has grown gradually with time and distance and is built on emotional connection instead of sexual connection.
Am I still going to feel this way when he comes to visit next month? Or am I going to backtrack again because the physical chemistry isn’t there for me the way it is for him? To him I’m the most beautiful thing in the world, he loves every ounce of me spiritually, emotionally and physically and he’s so open to telling me how much he loves and adores me. Whereas for me it’s more emotional and spiritual. We tried being intimate long distance last night. When we were just talking it did everything for me, we even talked about the one time we did it when I came over and thinking about being with him felt good…but then we started sending pictures and I kind of lost it. Is this a deal breaker? I am falling so in love with him and his soul, but for me there’s no sexual chemistry…which is hard because I’m very intimate when I’m in love, so why is it so hard for me to do it with him? Is it possible for it to come with time? It’s been 7 months already, I should be feeling some sort of sexual attraction by now shouldn’t I?
Please send answers!!!!!

This all happened when i was about 7-8 years old.I was born in New Jersey.I have a mom and a dad, and a half brother on my fathers side.Long story short, my father was a serial cheater.Me and my mother both think that my dad cheated on his ex-wife with my mother, but we dont really know for sure.Anyway, my dad also cheated on my mom.The fallout was absolutely insane.My dad cheated on my mom with like 7 different women and none of them knew about eachother.There was this one woman that always asked my father to divorce my mother plus take full custody of me, and he always said he would but never did. My father and his favorite affair partner slandered the living shit out of my mothers character.Anyway, his favorite affair partner was a cyber security expert and decided to dig up some info on him.She found basically everything.She told my fathers other affairs, told his boss what he did, and told my mother.He lost a very high paying job, lost his 401k, lost friends, and got into a massive screaming match with my mom for hours in another room in my house.Eventually my half brother cut all of us off, and i was really hurt because i really liked him.After a couple weeks, my fathers favorite affair partner called cps on us because she was told that my mother was absolutely insane.I did sessions with him and my mother everyweek, and i really liked the guy so i was sad when he had to leave.I wasnt taken away from my mother as the cps investigator found no signs of anything wrong.We were dead broke.I got really upset because i was used to having nicer things, and i couldnt have them anymore.Eventually, word got around to the other parents in my school, and i lost some friends, which really sucked.When the school year ended, we had to move to florida so me and my mother could live with my grandparents, while my dad stayed in new jersey.A couple years passed and we moved to another city in florida, which was alright i guess.Then i decided to look up my fathers name on google.There were entire websites dedicated to hating my mother and father.They were calling my mom a slut, and a spiritual maniac, and started listing every sex position she liked, and where she lived in NJ, and so much more, and the same went for my dad.They said that my father liked to be pegged, and that he was a cuckold (i didnt know what it meant, so i looked it up and i was horrified).I really couldnt look at my parents in the same light as i used to for a while.I would pretend i loved them, but i would always feel dirty when i talked to them.Me and my father would call, text, and write letters to my brother, but we never got any response.This all happened about 10 years ago, im 17 now…and cade, if youre reading this, just wanted to say fuck you for leaving all this shit to me.I literally became the family therapist when it all happened.I had to slander both of them to eachother so they would feel better about themselves and i had no help at all.A kid that hasent even hit puberty should never have to be the family mediator.I lost literally everything, and i couldnt bring it up with any of my friends at all.It really wouldve been easier for me if i just had someone to discuss it with at the time.I got really good at lying during this time, because i would hate slandering my mother infront of my father, but i had to do it so he wouldnt go insane…Anyway, i dont want to ramble or anything.I just never told anyone about what happened, so this is the best i got…

According to statistics from the government tourism bureau, the number of foreign visitors to Japan exceeded 3 million for the first time in a single month in March 2024. Against the backdrop of a weakening yen, which is driving up demand for affordable Japan among inbound tourists, what is the impression of Japan among foreigners?
First, I asked a straightforward question to an American man who has lived in Japan for over 30 years: "What do you dislike about Japan?"
He began by praising aspects of living in Japan, highlighting the sense of security and tranquility that comes with it, mentioning the rarity of serious crimes and the freedom from worrying about entering unsafe areas late at night. He also appreciated the relaxed atmosphere that allows leaving a laptop unattended at a café when going to place an order. However, he pointed out a significant downside of living in Japan: becoming accustomed to life there may lead to naivety and excessive trust in human goodness when returning or visiting foreign countries, potentially making one overly passive.
Another American man echoed similar sentiments when asked the same question. He pointed out unique sexual crimes such as groping and the scandalous behavior of certain politicians, like the panty thief lawmaker (such as Takeru Ōgi, a member of the Liberal Democratic Party). These, he stated, clearly constitute negative aspects of life in Japan.
Furthermore, this American expressed dissatisfaction with the quality of housing in Japan, noting the common lack of proper insulation, resulting in uncomfortably cold conditions inside apartments during winter. He also criticized Japan's work culture, stating that his tolerance for the oppressive labor culture has diminished over the years. He emphasized the superficial nature of Japan's corporate culture, where appearances are prioritized over genuine integrity and where the process of decision-making tends to be slow.
In summary, it's often said that Japan's corporate culture is formalistic, emphasizing surface appearances and preserving decorum. This American man appears exhausted by Japan's business culture, highlighting its rigidity and the time-consuming nature of decision-making processes.
A French woman who has been living in Japan for three years remarked, "The cute, anime-like outfits worn by young Japanese women are amusing and certainly characteristic of Japan... However, I've noticed a lot of foreign 'otaku'-like men visiting Japan recently, and they uncomfortably stare at these cute-looking Japanese women on trains and such. Because the women appear so passive, it makes me want to say, 'Be careful!'"
Regarding Japan's business culture, she expressed confusion, stating, "You have to read between the lines, and that's bothersome. Because people who can't express themselves directly make it difficult to gauge whether I've said or done something wrong or offended them."
Furthermore, when asked the same question, another American man responded, "What I dislike most is that in Japan, you can't just live. In reality, while living in Japan, you're always expected to speak positively about life in Japan, and you realize that Japanese people expect you to say, 'Japan is wonderful!' It feels like being trapped in a cult."
Additionally, it has been observed that many foreigners have felt a sense of discrimination in the way they are treated or handled by the police, and some foreign residents in Japan have expressed a belief that Japanese people tend to discriminate based on race or skin color.
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Love you Charlotte. Let me preface this by saying Dont judge me!!!!!!!
So, when I (now 29f) was younger (about 17) I met this guy Brandon (now 34) on my walk from school one day. Based on face value alone, I had the biggest crush on him. He was really handsome, physically attractive, older and mature. The problem? He was in a relationship with a girl Natalie (now 33) that I was technically friends with. I respected the relationship and didn't say anything. Also, he would have been about 22, the age gap was intimidating. Anyway, because of geography (Natalie and I went to the same school and were neighbors) we would see eachother alot, I just knew him as her boyfriend and kept it pushing. Natalie would suggest that we go places, but the places they would want to go were clubs and parties. They are of legal drinking age, I am not. I could not even get into the places they wanted to go. This would lead to me waiting in the car while they went inside and waiting for them to come back out. Brandon would check on me often and even kept my company a few times. Sometimes they would do things that I could do but Natalie obviously wanted to party and have fun with Brandon, so I just stopped going places with them. I moved away for my last year of high school and went to a college local to that area. We did not keep in touch and eventually I forgot about them.
Fast forward to about 8 months ago.
I moved back to town for a job and posted it to socials. Natalie called me to welcome me back and suggested that we go out, since I can hang now. Even when I turned legal, I didn't want to go to clubs or parties (I dont like crowds), but I'll drink at home. I mentioned this and told her where I live... Why do we live in the same apartment complex?? It is extremely close to our childhood homes (walking distance) so I guess it makes sense.
When I saw her again, I was shocked. Not because of her, because of him. Brandon was there and had aged like fine wine. I gave her a hug and him a handshake out of respect. I was still unpacking as I was only back for a few days and Brandon was helping me put ikea furniture together. He's so helpful.
After a lot of laughs and catching up, it was almost time for them to leave and I asked Natalie if she could take me to the store. She told me to ask Brandon. I did and he said he would take me. We made small talk, he asked about a few relationships I'd had over the years and I informed him that I was single now. Not for any reason, we were just talking. I did see him giving me a few lustful looks though. In any event, he helped me bring my groceries to my apartment and he left. I asked her a few times after this to take me to the store, she would always tell me to ask him. Eventually, I would just ask him. Cut out the middle man.
Me and Brandon would hang out from time to time but We all hung out a lot. I noticed overtime that I was Natalie's only friend. I also remembered that me moving away was not the only reason we lost touch. She's really negative and talks a lot. She makes jokes at other people's expense and when we did go places, she would be mean and make fun of people out loud. She would see some of the prettiest women and always felt the need to point out their flaws. From a funny walk to a big nose or forehead. She would point it all out, out loud and didnt care if they heard her. She's a bully.
She and Brandon also fight a lot. Shes really jealous and possessive and gets upset at him even if other girls look at him. He doesn't have to look at them or even notice that they look at him. She gets upset. She's physically and verbally abusive but refuses to let him leave. Based on a few arguments that I've witnessed. The relationship is just to keep up appearances as she's been telling anyone that would listen that they have the perfect relationship. If he packs his things to leave, she would beg him to stay and threaten to call the police on him and say that he abused her. I decided to keep my distance after a few of these heated arguments.
One day I was reading and day drinking by the property pool. Not sure if they saw me or if it was just a coincidence, but here come Natalie and Brandon. They both came and helped themselves to a drink. Natalie sat next to me and Brandon went and sat on the edge of the pool facing us on the opposite side. Natalie started to talk, so I put my book down to pay attention. She was talking about Brandon. She said the most embarrassing and disrespectful things about him as a man. Things about him being immature and babyish. Imagine what a mother would have to do to her newborn baby including nursing and burping. All unsolicited and it got worse the more she spoke. I was uncomfy. Eventually I interrupted her and asked "if he's that bad, why are you with him?" She said that the... giggity... was good. Must be transcendental to ignore all the embarrassing and emasculating things she claims he does. She said all that though to say that his immature ways are the only reason they fight so much. I went back to reading my book.
One day I'm chilling after work and I get a knock on my door. Brandon came over with food. We're laughing, drinking and then decided to watch a movie. He randomly mentioned that he had eyes for me since we first met and kissed me. I didn't even leave time for a question... we giggitied... just a fling or so I thought at that point. We have been going at it ever since. I know I shouldn't, but I'm catching feelings for this man. He's caring, kind and he's the perfect gentleman.
I know I'm the AH. Just needed to get it off my chest. We have a small community and most of my friends know her and how she is. I'm a good person I swear, but we can't help who we fall for.

I am a wayward.
TW.. mental issues, suicidal thoughts, etc.
Long, scattered post. My apologies.
I am 20F. My BS is 21M.
My partner and I got together 3 years ago. We had a very healthy relationship at the beginning and have always been very open with one another. My partner struggles with opening up. From his past, he shuts down whenever something serious happens. This led to me feeling unheard and unloved after a while. But, now I realize it was never his fault and I know he wants to be open.
Because of my issues, I began to seek validation from other people because my partner wasn’t giving me what I wanted. Very stupid of me, yes, I know. I realize it now why it happened. It wasn’t BP’s fault. It’s mine for letting myself listen to my head.
One and a half months ago today, I emotionally cheated on my partner with my AP for 3 days. When I met my AP, I was drunk and had been struggling with impulsive thoughts during an episode (I was recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder) and overall felt like I wasn’t in control of my body. I made a choice (NOT a mistake.. I willingly did what I did. It hurts, but I will not call it a mistake.) that changed me and woke me up. Really heavily. Nothing AP and I had was physical. We had no intentions of meeting up, nor did I want to. I would never physically cheat on my partner. I hate that I emotionally cheated on him. We exchanged nude photos once. I never talked bad about my partner to my AP. I stopped talking to AP on the 3rd day. The guilt I felt was horrible. I blocked him, but obviously the messages were still there.
I got the courage and told my partner what I had done. Anything he asked, I told him. He asked to see the messages. I showed him. I did not hide anything. I wanted him to know what I did. I wanted to be honest to him.
Obviously, my BS was hurt. I asked him if he wanted to continue our relationship and he told me no. I swallowed my pride and watched him leave. The pain I felt was nothing in comparison to what he felt. My heart broke. He was so destroyed, and it was because of what I did. The pain in my heart. I had been cheated on in the past by an ex partner. I know exactly how it feels.. I cannot believe I would do that to the person I love the most. I am beyond angry with myself. Learning to forgive myself is not easy. I ranged between anger, remorse, guilt, shame, but especially hurt. I Hurt Him. So much. I hated myself.
The hate I had for myself drove me to believe I had to die for what I did. I admitted myself to a mental facility. That is where I began to get help.
The regret nd remorse I felt. I wish I never did what I did. But I can’t take it back. But, what I can do is help him heal and be transparent with him.
We kept in contact after our split. I apologized to him everyday. I poured my heart out to him everyday. I told him how much he meant to me. Most of the time, he would ignore it. My apologies will never erase the hurt of my actions. I know that. I wish they could, but they won’t. I hurt my partner in a way that I never should have.
A month after our split, my BP began texting me again. He and I agreed to meet in person and talk. We opened the possibility of being together again. That night, we were intimate. We hung out again everyday for a week, again, being intimate. We began texting again non-stop. We laughed, cried, and hugged eachother. We still kiss each other and say I love you. We go on dates, we hold hands and look into each others eyes and call each other baby/etc. We continue our intimacy and meet up at night to be intimate sometimes. BS tells me he believes me and knows what I did was a horribly poor choice and that I won’t do it again. I love my BS. For him to give me another chance is a blessing. I really do not deserve him..
I started attending therapy (where I found out I had bipolar disorder), and looking into books about infidelity, trust, and overall how to better myself. I think constantly of things I can do, how to control impulsivity, know my triggers for them, etc. I began talking about my traumatic past, to see what may lead me to act the way I do.
My last partner I dated when I was 14 till I was 16. He was physically, emotionally, abusive. He gaslit & manipulated me to all hell. Every day, we argued. He cheated on me constantly with 7-8+ women (to my knowledge) I dated a narcissist for 2.5 years. I realize what he did to me really changed me for the worst. I am trying my absolute best to show my partner that what I did is not what I am.
He deserves the best version of me. I shouldn’t have let my traumas control me. I hate what I did. But I know.. it is not me.
For now, we agreed to be dating, exclusive to one another, and committed. But, not in a full-fledged serious relationship as we still both want to work on ourselves.
I am beyond happy my partner is giving me a chance again. We are taking it slow but we both have hope and know it will all work out. Everyday, I make sure to text my BS that I love him, how amazing he is, how proud I am of him. How much he means to me. I send him gifts, love letters, poems I write about us. I did this throughout our relationship as well.. might as well continue it. And he’s okay with it. He calls me cute:)
I love you, BS. You are my world. You are so amazing and perfect in every way, I love your flaws, your scars, your smile. I love how confident and charismatic you are. You are so passionate. I love that.
You light up the sky with how bright you are. Your laughter fills my heart and you make me so, so happy. I didn’t know there was someone with so much good in their heart until I met you. I promise to never ever hurt you again.
Here’s to forever <3

Ex partner is ruining my life
Hi I’m a former onlyfans creator and twitch streamer from Washington state, for a year now I’ve been getting harassed by my ex partner. To fill you in on background I already hated the idea of people knowing who I was on dating apps so I changed my name to something other than my birth name. This is where I meant this guy at the time I wasn’t not trying anything serious just a spontaneous hook up partner. Well we kept seeing eachother for 6 months until we broke it off and he started seeing another girl.
Fast forward another 6 months and he’s texting me everytime his relationship goes through a rough patch and tells me they break up so we hook up again. Then the next day gets back together with his ex gf…
Now it’s about 3 months later and his girlfriend finds my number and calls me from her number… she tells me he’s been cheating on her with multiple women and I felt bad and gave in… I tell her the timelines of our meet ups and I express that I want no trouble and I’m deeply sorry.
2 months later he leads me to think they’ve broken up and he wants to continue hooking up. He tells me to drive an hour out all just to tell me he isn’t at that location and he’s going back to his girlfriend. Also threatens that I’m going to regret what I did which I’m sure he’s referring to me telling his girlfriend what had happened between us. This is over the phone.
On August 15th Monday night at 10 pm I get a text message while closing the bar, that someone is posting horrible posters of me around Capitol Hill. I ask to meet to see the poster and I’m just absolutely in shock. Pictures of my nudes from onlyfans and some pictures that I’ve sent him surfaced on these posters, I see pictures of my siblings on there next to them and it just crushed my soul. The posters listed my social media accounts, personal information, my car description, where I work, where I live, how to find me. Absolutely doxxing me.
As I’m going through a panic attack I call everyone I know to help me take these posters down. As I’m taking them down around 1:00 am my car gets bashed in by three people. How do I know this? Someone anonymously tipped the police and let them know they saw three people bashing a black sedan in. I come back to my car in shambles and just in complete nightmare. I don’t know what to do. I call the cops they can’t come in a reasonable time so I just have a friend drive me home.
Next morning, I get floods of text messages from various numbers all over the city telling me about these posters. He had his friends post these posters all over Ballard, Capitol Hill and then on my neighborhood street. I’m in hiding at this point. I’m calling all resources I can for help. No one seems to help and then I have officer auderer assigned to my case whom was determined to catch this guy. And I knew who it was I mean the only person who recently threatened me. But I don’t have anything to prove that.
Also he posted them on the internet but I don’t know how to trace that back to him. I’m really in need of help… ngl all of this stress has me close to wanting to end my life. We all do stupid things but I’m not a malicious person and I don’t mean any harm.
My only fear rn is not having enough evidence to get protection for myself. What do I do

Hi I’m a former onlyfans creator and twitch streamer from Washington state, for a year now I’ve been getting harassed by my ex partner. To fill you in on background I already hated the idea of people knowing who I was on dating apps so I changed my name to something other than my birth name. This is where I meant this guy at the time I wasn’t not trying anything serious just a spontaneous hook up partner. Well we kept seeing eachother for 6 months until we broke it off and he started seeing another girl.
Fast forward another 6 months and he’s texting me everytime his relationship goes through a rough patch and tells me they break up so we hook up again. Then the next day gets back together with his ex gf…
Now it’s about 3 months later and his girlfriend finds my number and calls me from her number… she tells me he’s been cheating on her with multiple women and I felt bad and gave in… I tell her the timelines of our meet ups and I express that I want no trouble and I’m deeply sorry.
2 months later he leads me to think they’ve broken up and he wants to continue hooking up. He tells me to drive an hour out all just to tell me he isn’t at that location and he’s going back to his girlfriend. Also threatens that I’m going to regret what I did which I’m sure he’s referring to me telling his girlfriend what had happened between us. This is over the phone.
On August 15th Monday night at 10 pm I get a text message while closing the bar, that someone is posting horrible posters of me around Capitol Hill. I ask to meet to see the poster and I’m just absolutely in shock. Pictures of my nudes from onlyfans and some pictures that I’ve sent him surfaced on these posters, I see pictures of my siblings on there next to them and it just crushed my soul. The posters listed my social media accounts, personal information, my car description, where I work, where I live, how to find me. Absolutely doxxing me.
As I’m going through a panic attack I call everyone I know to help me take these posters down. As I’m taking them down around 1:00 am my car gets bashed in by three people. How do I know this? Someone anonymously tipped the police and let them know they saw three people bashing a black sedan in. I come back to my car in shambles and just in complete nightmare. I don’t know what to do. I call the cops they can’t come in a reasonable time so I just have a friend drive me home.
Next morning, I get floods of text messages from various numbers all over the city telling me about these posters. He had his friends post these posters all over Ballard, Capitol Hill and then on my neighborhood street. I’m in hiding at this point. I’m calling all resources I can for help. No one seems to help and then I have officer auderer assigned to my case whom was determined to catch this guy. And I knew who it was I mean the only person who recently threatened me. But I don’t have anything to prove that.
Also he posted them on the internet but I don’t know how to trace that back to him. I’m really in need of help… ngl all of this stress has me close to wanting to end my life. We all do stupid things but I’m not a malicious person and I don’t mean any harm.
My only fear rn is not having enough evidence to get protection for myself. What do I do

The question being posed is structured in a way that invokes the most emotional response from anyone who engages with it, which I feel is intentional.
Generally, I’ve seen the question posed as, ”If you were alone in the woods, would you rather encounter a man or a bear?”
If we break the question down into the information that we know, we can determine the following:
• We are alone in the woods,
…and that’s it. We don’t actually have any other information to go off of. We don’t have any idea of how the encounter takes place, the distance between the man/bear and the woman that is encountering them, if the woman has anything to defend herself typically carried when alone in the woods such as a firearm or some sort of blade or hatchet, or the surroundings at all. And that is exactly why people feel so strongly one way or the other.
Even just the concept of “a forest” looks vastly different from person to person. For me, a forest looks similar to the way they do in the southeastern United States, which is a temperate coniferous forest characterized by lots of pine and thick undergrowth. For others, it may more closely resemble a temperate broadleaf forest, which is the vast majority of the continental U.S.. The actual forest type is probably one of the least important pieces of the puzzle, but the point is that we use our own lived experiences to fill in the blanks of what we expect the scenario to look like.
We see this trope of “The Unknown” used very effectively in the horror genre, as it is entirely up to us to come up with the perceived reality of the situation. All we know is that the protagonist of the story is in a bad position and is currently under threat. With that, our brains come up with the worst thing that we could plausibly believe if we were in the same position. This phenomenon, while powerful, also leads to difficulties for the horror genre if the threat ever becomes tangible. If you’ve ever seen a scary movie and the monster turns out to be a weird goofy looking puppet that is obviously not real, you’ll end up feeling disappointed, as you had a perception in your mind that the threat was far more frightening than it actually is.
For most women, they have zero experience with bears, especially in the context of seeing them up close with no barrier to separate them from you. However, there is an innumerable amount of interactions between women and men. While logically, encountering a bear is probably more dangerous from an outward perspective, lived experience forces people to fill in the blanks. I’ve been with my wife since we were in high school, and she was groped by a man that she knew at a college party I was not able to attend. That experience will live with her for the rest of her life and I regret every day that I was not there to do anything about it. She would be correct to pick the bear, as she has grown up in a society where things like this are not treated as harshly as they should be. We could get into the specifics of how and why it is this way, but that is the way it is.
The disconnect comes from the way this is perceived by others who view it as a way to dogpile men as a collective without taking into consideration that they are nothing like the men that women typically fear. Based on the lived experience of many men, the level of distrust the average woman has for an average man can be genuinely damaging to the mental perception they have of themselves. This is why they feel defensive, not that they are jumping at the chance to run into a woman who is alone in the woods. When I first heard the question, my immediate reaction was to feel defensive because I know that I would never do something to a woman in that scenario. Every day I strive to make the women in my life feel as safe as possible. I only realized later that the image of a man in this imagined scenario will always be the worst version possible. It required me to chew on it a lot before gathering my thoughts and realizing that the answer is not obvious despite what people say.

TL;DR: The question is worded as vaguely as possible to ensure that people will paint a mental picture that is the worst thing they could imagine, rather than what is likely. This tactic is used commonly in the horror genre. Men need to be more empathetic towards women who pick the bear, but men should also not be ridiculed for initially feeling hurt by the perception that being in the woods with a literal bear, apex predators of the forest, is preferable to being in the woods with them. We need more empathy on the whole, and this question requires an introspective understanding that many people have not regularly trained. Go to therapy you filthy animals!

PART 3 – THE CONFERENCE
As soon as we checked in the hotel, it was a lavish 5 star property and sir booked a city view room. which excited me more as in our last trip to chandigarh, sir literally fucked me on the window for 2 hours at night keeping me exposed to the city. i immediatly got goosebumps thinking about the incidence and could foresee what would happen in evening. i kneeled down as we entered the room, i thought this would definately keep him happy. As i kneel he grabbed me from behind and pulled me toward the toilet pushing my head into the pot seat. He shouted "haramzadi chinaal teri jagah yaha hai aur tera kaam ise saaf rakhna hai mere istamaal karne ke bad". He told me stay still and i was wondering what he was going to do next. soon after i felt his pee on my face, opening my mouth i started sucking and licking his pee as he continued doing it. kissing my shoulders, he lifted my ass up sliding his hand on the ass slit. pulling down my pants, exposed my ass and spanked my ass for 10 times. i could feel my ass being red and hot with the spanks.keeping me still there, he went away to get the condom. ordered me to don the condom on his dick , while doing that i could feel his hard dick in my hands. it instantly made me drool all i wanted was his majestic dick in my hole. he dragged me to bed and held my legs, shoved his amazing dick into my cunt fucking me brutally. all i could do was moan and feel his dick in my cunt.
After using my cunt and he came inside my cunt, after which he always keep his used condom on my face to suck his cum out. HE took a quick shower and left me in the room like a used and thrown slut and went to his conference.
I was waiting for him naked on the bed. From the conference, sir messaged me to get cleaned up and dressed and wait for his orders. After i got dressed for him, i waited until his next order. I was thinking of all the ways in which i could please master when he gets back. Apart from being his slut, he pampars me like his princess as well. he already ordered some food and there was a hot bath with some amazing aroma oil to rejuvenate myself. i was checking my phone every 10 min so that i dont miss his msg.
Master pinged that he wants me to come out to meet his friends. My heart was pounding thinking about our fantasies of sharing me with master's friends. We have been swinging mostly with stranger couples but swinging outside delhi with his friends definitely makes my heart skip a beat. I took a good relaxing shower and pampered my self with some sleep and good Spa. I got dressed up which was a single piece and I was instructed not to wear panties on this trip. He sent me the location where I had to reach.
I went out and found them (a couple – AMAN / KIM ) having drinks. I greeted them like master's good girl and we all had drinks together along with some nice conversation which were getting kinky as the glasses were being refilled.
Before giving them a final heads up he asked me in non verbal manner to go ahead (he has given me a right to be comfortable and deny if I am not comfortable, and I said yes) Master told me that we would be going to their room, I nodded my head on master's order to follow them to their room. On our way to the room, we picked up some food and drinks to continue the after party as it was already midnight. The place was their Flat in a society which was not very crowded and we had to climb 6 floors up.
After we got in the room, we started talking again. A few minutes later, master held me and started making out with me. Suddenly I felt aman,s hands on boobs, he groped my boobs and started pinching them which made me moan as I was kissing sir. Upon seeing his friend aman enjoying playing with me, master stepped back to enjoy the view of his slut getting used. As a good girl, I let aman play with my boobs and pussy. As I took my gaze back to sir, he was making out with kim, instantly I was wet feeling amans finger in my cunt while i kept looking at sir making out with another girl. Seeing him with someone else makes me more horny and craving for him always. I was a wet dripping slut at that point.
While he was playing with kim, he cant take his eyes off me. He was kissing kim and playing with her boobs the way he likes it. He loves to inflict a little pain, make her wince and eat her out. I just love the way he uses a women body taking control, using the pain and pleasure at the same time. I have witnessed this so many times the way he dominates and make a women drip is amazing. Seeing him with kim and his eyes on me, FUCK I edged instantly. We realised soon that AMAN and KIM are not our types and we need to wrap soon. So sir made KIM orgasm soon with his brilliant tongue technique and me made aman finish his load on my boobs. But we were still craving for each other. We wrapped up soon and went back to our hotel.

Hey guys. So after my last read, I’m in a major slump. I’m at the point where I’ve tried and given up on so many books that I cannot justify buying another one or checking another one out from Libby (after reading about how much it costs the library, usually on a per checkout basis) until I find something that I’m excited about. Also, yes, I’ve tried branching out to different genres, no luck there either.
So here’s what I’ve realized I enjoy (in order of importance):

1. Audiobooks: this is a must.
2. Rich, well developed, and unique characters: women who aren’t just based on the strong, sassy, woman, archetype & men who aren’t just a shadow daddy with no hobbies other than fighting.
3. Plot forward with a unique & compelling story that grips you early on: honestly, I kinda prefer a balance of 60:40 fantasy:romance. Also, bonus points if the story contains other elements like political intrigue or a mystery plot. Annnnddd… I’m a little bit burnt out on chosen one plots, so maybe not those unless you have a really good one.
4. Decent writing: it doesn’t have to be literary fiction level or anything, just…. If it even remotely resembles Fourth Wing, I’m not interested.
5. Older FMC’s: 25+ (it’s ok if they’re younger for YA).
6. No toxic MMC’s: if anything they do in the book would actually be creepy or point to some unaddressed misogyny in real life, I’m not interested. I’ll put up with some of this if I love everything else about the book, but for the most part, I would like to avoid it.
7. Not super predictable: It would be nice to read a story and not know who the love interest is right away. But again, I’m ok with something that’s predictable if it fits everything else I’m looking for.

One last thing: I am particularly interested in books that handle gender in a unique way. Things like worlds without sexism, or gender role swapping I love to read about even if none of the other things I like are there. So feel free to throw out recs like this if you have any! (I have already read His Secret Illuminations & Berries & Greed).
Here are my GOAT books to give you an idea of what I like: - Between by L. L. Starling - Mages of the Wheel series by J. D. Evans. - Atonement of the Spine Cleaver by F. E. Bryce - Swordheart by T. Kingfisher
Other books I’ve liked: - Everything else by T. Kingfisher - Scholomance, Uprooted & Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik - The Last Finestra by Emily Theide - Emily Wilde Series - The Cruel Prince - Undertaking of Hart & Mercy - A Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches
Books I did not like/am not interested in: - FW: bad/predictable writing, flat characters. - FBAA: bad writing, cheesy dialogue, flat characters - A court this cruel and lovely: I hate the MMC. - Harrow Faire: juvenile writing, one of those annoying, repetitive, internal monologues. - Grace Draven: honestly, I got bored reading 2 of her books. The plot fell flat, but I did love the characters, the relationship dynamics, and the prose. - Circe: I loved it for a while, but it was too sad. She was constantly suffering.
With that said, if anyone has any books they think I would like, please let me know! I’m open to any romance tropes, any fantasy sub genre/sci-fi, older books, newer books, self published books, you name it!
Also, if anyone here has similar tastes and wants to be friends on Goodreads/Storygraph so we can get recs from eachother, please add me:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/useshow/164949026
Storygraph: https://app.thestorygraph.com/profile/petielvrrr
EDIT: I guess there’s a bonus cat pic because of my Goodreads link lol. That’s my princess, Nadja. I have more cute cat pics of her & her brother, Colin Robinson, for anyone willing to read this absurdly long post and offer a rec!

has anyone else found it hard to have meaningful, adult relationships with friends/ family who decided to have children? i (24f) grew up very close to my cousins who were my best friends until my parents’ divorce and no contact order led me to loose all contact with them until being reunited in adulthood.
i am having trouble reconciling my relationship with the cousin who was my early childhood best friend (we’ll call her claudia) because our lives are very different: she married to her high school sweetheart with whom she has 3 kids and counting. i just finished my post graduate work and got married to the loml, and want to continue traveling the world with no plans of having kids in the future (we’re both 24).
this difference is something i would not think about otherwise as i still feel grounded by love and shared childhood experiences, and happy to see her seemingly fulfilled with her life. however, it appears the same isn’t held for me. my mother told me that claudia believes that a woman’s place is in motherhood and is disgusted by women who don’t want to become mothers. my mother also told me that since the divorce, claudia always struggled in school and to even pass high school, and hold down a job. claudia always knew her life calling was in motherhood, and took like a duck to water
any attempt i have taken to reconnect with claudia has been shrugged off and she makes no effort to reciprocate. claudia engages with my other cousin’s social media posts actively, while never engaging with me (she doesn’t have to, it’s social media but the disparity is strange)
last week i heard from claudia for the first time in a year from a dm. claudia sends me a picture of an invite to her child’s birthday party with no other message asking how i have been, or any personalized message with the screenshot. i tried to overlook it, and respond asking how she’s been/ that i miss her, tell her i won’t be in town then, but would i be able to send an giftcard or anything to help her out. she says she’s been good and that the registration is in her bio
i know im a bit sensitive and have anxiety, but i couldn’t help but feel this was impersonal and kind of passive aggressive? i am failing to understand where i went wrong and how to make this right if i did
i confided in my mother about the incident with claudia, and she told me it’s because claudia is “just bad with social cues” and doesn’t know how to relate to me, considering our lives are so different from eachother’s. my mother also recommended i try to learn more about her life and accommodate this and maybe she’ll warm up to me.
perhaps im part of the problem, but is it unreasonable i don’t care to pretend to care to talk about kids and motherhood with claudia? especially considering claudia’s disdain for childless, educated women such as myself. and claudia’s rudeness and lack of willingness to learn about and ask questions/ care about my life? why should i do that for her, especially after that incident?
all of this to say, i am sad but slowly coming to the realization that this relationship with claudia will cease to exist the way it did when we were kids, as the empathetic version of herself i knew no longer exists. and i feel as if there will be a certain grain of awkwardness considering claudia is family after all, and i will continue to see her from time to time
im sure many of you reading this have faced this with friends too, and perhaps im late to this experience being in a circle of like minded, educated, child free women like myself
does anyone have any advice on how to go about this/ can relate? also if anyone has any insights of similar claudia like figures in their life i’d appreciate it
*i know this isn’t ALL people who have kids. i also have cousins who are mothers who i reconnected with and care about keeping our relationships alive and healthy

My roommate bring over women all the time and in our apartment our walls are paper thin so I can basically hear everything. It's gotten so bad to the point he's woken me up on 3 different occasions and literally shook my bed and woke me up not even 2 days ago. I want to confront him but I know it'll somehow get turned around onto me. Now my roommate and I have known eachother for about 13 years so I love thr mf but Jesus man I can't keep doing this

Throwaway account because I don't want anyone to find this.
Me 18f and this guy Luke 19M (fake name) have known eachother for about 5 to 6 years and we have had on and off talking fazes every 6 months or so. Recently me and him have began to hang out due to my best friend Jemma 18F and his friend George 19M began dating, but it had just been revealed to me that before we had all began to hang out he had admitted to George that he wanted me to become his girlfriend and asked for help.
We began speaking again and everything was going great but we talked less due to his work, then randomly he stopped responding to me but we were still hanging out as a group for our friends, I had then figured that Luke became friends with this guy called Rory who has filled his head with many things about women and how they are "nothing but a body" then Luke had began to act like that causing me and him to not speak for a couple of weeks.
Luke then came to me telling me him and the other guy had fallen out and he began speaking to me again, being friendly and always buying me my favourite snacks before we seen eachother to surprise me.
Me, Luke, George and Jemma went out to something he kept referring to as a "double date" to watch a film at the theatre and he was being very friendly to me the entire time and also bought me my favourite snacks.
Then I have recently found out that he is now friends with Rory again and has completely cut me out and when I had showed up to his town to hang out as he has planned he suddenly decided last minute he was "too tired" but he was just hanging out Rory.
I am very confused and need advice as I think I have fallen for him and cannot stop thinking about him.
Should I confront him or continue hanging out with him pretending nothing is bothering me?

A colleague of mine and I worked together for a year or so with not much of a relationship. We got along but never really spoke to each other. I worked on the bar, and he was a chef, so there was limited interaction. I kind of got the impression he didn’t like me very much. I’m confident and speak my mind. He’s chill and doesn’t like when people shout.
A few months back, we had a massive company party. He was working but joined us later. By the time he arrived I was pretty drunk and all of a sudden we were all over eachother. He was holding my hand and taking me throughout the hotel (where we work). We were kissing and dancing and holding eachother. I remember enjoying it but being too drunk to consider how different he was being. We ended up going to a room and having sex.
Now here’s the strange part. Whilst doing the deed, he was getting super excited and he all of a sudden told me he loved me. I asked him what he said, and he said it again. I will say, i think he may have just been over excited. But it was still something I knew to remember.
The next time I saw him was in the kitchen at work and all the chefs had made a big noise when I walked in- everyone had seen us all over eachother. This didn’t seem to bother him like I thought it would. He just sort of rolled his eyes and laughed. I am all for, fucking around and remaining professional and mature, so it was never going to be an issue for me.
HOWEVER. After talking to him for a bit about the party, it became clear that he absolutely did not remember anything. Not the kissing, and not the sex. I told him about the sex, because it felt odd not to- I would want to know. All the colour drained from his face. He looked SHOCKED. It was then I figured he must have had a partner. This was confirmed when I over heard someone making fun of him for the public kissing and him saying he felt so guilty. Since then he’s been very quiet with me.
We had some time apart. About 2 months because we both took some holiday. I am now management so he has to talk to me whether he likes it or not.
I caught him the other day smiling to himself, after I had had a brief conversation with him, which reminded me of the ‘I love you’ comment. I guess all things considered I want to know if men tend to ignore women they fancy. As I said, I always felt like he disliked me. But is it possible he fancied me, but because he’s in a relationship felt it better to keep me at a distance. And then it all kind of came undone at the party. I never catch him looking at me. And he seems to avoid me. But is it possible that he does like me, He just can’t do anything about it. And he resents me for being the reason he cheated, without even having the satisfaction of remembering the sex? I don’t have any feelings for him. I just need to know how to approach the situation as his superior- we’re gonna have to address it now? Or maybe not.

just looking for people of shared experiences and gather insight from the women of our communities about their experiences w catcalling, i feel like it's an issue not really talked enough about
i'm relatively new to manchester bc of uni and not really an alcohol/club person but this friday i thought fuck it am queening out with my mate, didn't wear anything provocative and in this one night had instances of: • being groped even after telling this man no (10-15 times) and saying i have a boyfriend • group of lads shouting for me & my mate to stop walking so they can ''get our snaps'' but chile i was NOT gonna stop - i'm trans and looks wise i pass but my voice does sound like a trans girls and i am not getting clocked, especially not by drunk lads • groups of men whistling at us at PG (i know its pg, but still) as we walk past • 3 separate instances of men coming up to us as we was chinwagging on the bench and asking for us to go back to the hotel with them • (not me, i was on the other side of oxford rd) but i saw a car drive past a group of teen girls, beep and shout stuff at them
is there anything better i can tell them so they fuck off? the ''i have a bf'' doesn't work and they just say ''he doesn't have to know'', have also tried ''im lesbian'' and they offer to turn me bi - cba
on a lighter note - even with drunkards everywhere i had not one transphobic experience (not even stares) even after people heard my voice...and i was queening out for like 16 hours, don't know if mcr is super trans friendly or i have passing privilege but yeh love mcr for that xx
but yeah, just curious with how you gals respond with it or if you have any really bad experiences.

I read this sub to try to find reasons why I or someone should not believe in Islam so far I am not convinced Islam is a bad religion or evil cult yet. I understand Muhammad did some bad sexual things and maybe beat some women or told people do things like that. But child marriage as young as 12 is legal in many western countries still and some people have been attracted to kids and beating eachother up over things since the beginning of humanity. Never actually heard of anyone using Islam to justify that in real life yet.
For now let's ignore wife beating and Muhammad loving kids, what are the strongest arguments against Islam? Maybe you can change my mind.

I (22f) was dating said (32m), we will call him Pete. Pete and I lived in a smaller town that almost everyone knew eachother. When Pete and I started dating, I would frequently go over to his house. I would hangout there for hours and I mean all day. But I need to give you some background of what his house looked like so you can picture what I’m talking about. He had a 2 story 4 bedroom lake house. Based on what I knew about him, he was very close with his 4 year old “niece” and had one of the guest bedrooms downstairs set up with a childs room containing a princess bed, toys everywhere, etc. I knew for a fact that his sister did have a daughter and he did not have any children so I thought it was actually kind of cute. He would go on to tell me all the time how close he and his sister was and how she would come over almost weekly since her divorce and would stay with Pete. However, this one particular day, it was Christmas time and we had plans to go to a holiday party. I mentioned the idea of spending the night because we would both be drinking and the party was in his neighborhood. At this point, I never spent the night at his house before since we haven’t been dating that long (3 months) and I was still in college which my campus was a 40 minute drive away so between classes and working, it wasn’t ideal. He seemed very happy with the idea once I brought it up and we kept having casual conversation until it was time to get ready. I went into the guest bathroom upstairs to take a shower and I noticed some black fuzzy slippers. I assumed they were his sisters but when I went to reach for a towel underneath the sink, it looked like a tornado went through his bathroom with all these feminine products and shampoos thrown under the sink and I mean thrown like in a rush to be hidden. At this point, I knew something was up because even if your sister comes here, she isn’t going to have hundreds of products kept here. So after I shower, I mention to him about the slippers and the disaster under his sink. He looked confused (of course) and said that the women who does his pedicures gave those to him??? So me being the FBI investigator I am, I start looking through the rest of the house. As I went to open the 2nd guest room door, I was able to see in enough and he came and grabbed the door knob saying I couldn’t go in there. I asked why even though I already saw once again, a tornado of clothes, shoes, purses, etc. all over the floor. He said because his safe was in there (as if I knew the code to get into it or like would anyway?) So I just play dumb. I’m like “yeah Pete of course! I know it’s your sisters.” So everyone who knows Pete (remind you I lived in a small town) knows what his bedroom looks like and he has this super interesting and easy to identify mirror because of all of his selfies on social media. I get glammed up and go take selfies in his mirror. Once I am ready for the party, he faked a phone call saying his “niece” is having an emergency and needs to go to the hospital and I need to leave asap. I kind of already knew this was coming based on everything I discovered so far but the way he was trying to literally kick me out of his house confirmed that someone was on their way. So I smiled, told him I knew, and that I always get the last laugh. He looked very puzzled as I walked out of the house into my car and said “you’ll be hearing from me very soon.” After a night of investigating, I found out a lot of things about Pete such as that he didn’t really have a sister, his job was a fraud, and most importantly, I found his girlfriend. We will call her Nicole. Before reaching out to Nicole, I uploaded my brand new Facebook profile photo and sent her a request. Immediately she accepted me and asked why was my profile photo in her boyfriend’s bedroom. And it begun. Pete immediately starts blowing up my phone and of course at the same time so is Nicole. Nicole asked if she can call me and I accept. I told Nicole the truth and asked her if she had a daughter. She said yes I have a four year old and Pete does not in fact have a sister. I explained to Nicole that Pete and I have been dating each other for several months now and he told me that she was his sister and that her daughter was his niece. She was stunned. She said they have been dating for 10 months but she never understood why he never posted her on social media and only her daughter but now she did. Nicole shared with me that she works nights as a vet tech and that is how we never ran into each other. Nicole wanted to know all of the details and at first I didn’t feel comfortable sharing with her, but she really wanted to know the truth so I did. Nicole then went to post our messages and called Pete out for cheating via Instagram. I was mortified. She did not paint me in a bad light but was giving me my flowers for telling her the truth. I thought that was a weird way of showing it but I understood she wanted to expose Pete to everyone in our small town. Fortunately for me, I did not get any backlash from people but empathy and could not wait until this passed over. After being cussed out and threatened by Pete, and him telling me I ruined a four-year-old’s life, he showed up to my apartment throwing a temper tantrum. He wasn’t violent but he started crying and screaming how I ruined his life and his sisters (LOL still going with that) and eventually, he left me alone for the rest of that night. I found out later that evening that Nicole packed up all her things and left him. He continued to text me for the next several months how I ruined his fake life and how lonely he is. I blocked him. 2 years later I heard he eventually moved to the same state I did and was trying to get ahold of me. We ironically saw each other at top golf (I think someone told him where I was obviously) and came begging for me back. I kindly declined. To this day, Nicole and I stayed acquaintances and she told me I was the most clever person she ever met. But like I told him, I always get the last laugh.