A list of good dares over text

I’ve been dying to post this bc I haven’t seen anyone else call this out. But I got banned from reddit for 7 days for pointing out the list of children Drake groomed over in the drizzy sub lol
But you can hear faint sounds of dogs barking before the beat drops and any time that jazzy few seconds is played. You need a good pair of headphones to hear it but once you hear it, it’s unmistakable. At first I thought it was just dogs in my neighborhood but no.. it’s 100% dogs barking in the background of the song. It’s so faint.
This whole beef, Kendrick’s sent shots directly to Drake. By that, I mean he’s been making subtle hints of where he’s gonna go next. In Euphoria, the subtle hints at pedophilia “you make music that pacify em, i can double down on that line…”.
And in Not Like Us, I’m starting to think Kendrick’s next song would’ve exposed some weird shit with dogs which we’ve probably all heard about by now. Either that or it’s just more of Like That where he’s just talking about drake’s dogs bc of For All The Dogs.
Pop those AirPods on and try and listen to the dogs barking before the beat drops and any time that jazzy interlude section comes on.

I (21F) have been close friends with my friend (20F) for almost seven years now. She’s a really cool and fun person to be around, really kind and all that. The only thing not so great about her is that she is pretty flaky. When we were in high school things were different, but now that she’s living at a college a couple hours away we barely talk. It’s all good, when she comes home to visit it feels like no time has passed. It was hard to accept at first that our relationship was changing but I feel like I’m over that now.
This summer she decided to come home to work and get more money for the next year. She lives a couple minutes away from my house. She invited me out to play tennis with her which is a sport we played together in high school. While we were playing we kept talking about how much fun it was, how much we missed it, how we should get back into it twice a week even. We joked around a lot about how we were goi to get so good this summer and just grind. We met up a couple more times and then on a Friday planned to meet the next Monday.
Then she ghosts me. It’s on character (she did this in high school too) but somehow I don’t see it coming. The Monday comes and she ignores our texts. She flakes on a beach plan we’d already made. It took me a few days to figure out what was happening, so I’d already sent a few texts to her asking where she was. This was about a week ago.
Here comes when I think I screwed up. I went on a run this morning and saw her walking with her brother. We exchanged greetings, and she said: “Hey, I’ll text you about tennis soon!”
Then I said, in a completely joking tone: “yeah you should! Instead of just ignoring my texts!” I felt like I was making an awkward situation less awkward by putting it out in the open, but once we went our separate ways I started having doubts. My bf thinks I’m the AH and I was being super passive aggressive. The more I think about it the worse I feel. AITA?

Do you spend a lot of your time day dreaming what life would be like with your perfect match? Would that life consist of lots of quality time spent together, shared hobbies, travelling together, supporting each other and sharing not just the good times? Are your passions a weird conglomerate of sciency and artsy topics? We might just be a match. No, this is not an infomercial.
What makes finding my match somewhat difficult i,0s that my personality is all over the place, I can't really be put into a box and I dream of finding someone I'm deeply compatible with. I have a PhD in physics/math and work in a related field, involving IT and programming. My take on life is rather critical, rational and I'm not religious. BUT I'm also very by morals, emotional in certain aspects and my biggest aspiration in life is having a happy, fulfilling relationship where we are inseparable, each others best friend and more. A soulmate sorta thing if you wish, even though souls obviously don't exist...right?
Soo what are my passions that we could hopefully share together? I have to get the cliché out of the way first, I'm really big on films/tv shows/video games/manga and some books. It's not just something I consume to overcome boredom though, I'm extremely interested in stories and the art of story telling. My tastes are varied and something that would be fun to discuss, some of the things I like:

• weird, obscure horror movies that sometimes make me wonder if anyone else on the planet has ever seen them (spoiler: yes they have). Also horror movies in general.
• "artsy, deeper" movies without bordering into pretentiousness, a line that is entirely subjective but I shall still defend as if an objective truth. Kubrick I really like, also Disney.
• big sucker for romantic comedies and enjoy some goofy comedies as well.
• mostly story driven, single player games, Life is Strange would be an example of a game that had a deeper impact on me, wowser.
• would enjoy getting into multiplayer games together, I consider it a fantastic way to bond. Mario Kart (GoldenEye?) should be obligatory for a couple, friendly trash talking included (or not so friendly, if you're into that). LoL? Yes please (even though I hate it)
• I already feel like it's getting too long (that's what she said) but I enjoy the Harry Potter books and don't like when people call them children's books. They contain more wisdom about life than most literature classics.

The point being, talking about stories, analysing movies together or writing our own video game plot (don't worry I already have an amazing idea, but not so good at writing dialogue)/short stories is a big thing I'd like to share in a relationship.
Still with me? Some other things I enjoy:

• music, especially older stuff rock, pop, some metal, classical and soundtracks!
• photography, especially nature & architecture. Going on a hike or exploring nature with the intent of taking pictures gives you a whole new outlook on things.
• running, that would be a really fun activity to share together as well.
• cooking and every now and then baking. Let me cook a romantic dinner for you?
• travelling! I've somewhat dipped my toe into the digital nomad thing in the last year and loved it. Exploring a new city/country is super exciting to me. My style of travelling is definitely more adventurous. I like being out and about all day and see as much as I can in the time I'm there, doing a moderate but not too crazy amount of research beforehand about attractions. I like a certain degree of spontaneity and some days where we would just walk wherever the wind carries us. Long... really long walks on the beach are the best, especially at night. That being said, I also enjoy a day laying at the beach, café hopping, exploring restaurants or a mall haha. My favourite place so far has been Japan for sure (not a weeb I swear)(lot's of malls here!). If you're a solo traveller let me know. If you're younger or haven't travelled so much, this is not a deal breaker. As long as you're curious and open minded with a sense for adventure.

Phew ok, not done yet. I need to say something about the type of romantic connection I'm desiring as it's somewhat off the norm. I want to spend a lot of time with my partner. A lot. That doesn't even mean constantly engaging with each other, but just being around each other, checking in on each other, leaving little notes, generally what they would call being clingy. Maintaining a happy relationship should be the number 1 priority in your life, as it would be for me. I would never neglect you in favour of other people or obligations and expect the same in return. Location wise would be great if you're in Germany of course, but really doesn't matter that much to me. This would just be an awesome motivation for me to travel somewhere and as I'm very flexible in my day to day life, I would make a visit happen sooner than later.
Appearance wise, 183 cm, caucasian, slimish/fitish/averageish build, short dark brown hair and eyes. Finally, I'll finish off with an arbitrary list of traits that describe me and I'm simultaneously seeking out in a woman: sense of humour (did that come across...like, at all? Writing this post I felt like it was all rather serious at times, because I take this seriously, but my style of communication is more light hearted, being silly together, not taking everything too seriously, but being able to talk maturely should the situation require), responsible, curious, reliable, trustworthy, loyal, honest to a fault, dedicated, creative, self-aware, honest again because it's important, thoughtful, caring, kind but not a pushover, enjoys arguing/debating, romantic, sweet. If you have a (very?) k1nky side that would be the cherry on top, but it's not a must and all in due time.
Have a virtual cookie for making it this far. Now don't be shy and send me a PM already, telling me what's on your mind. If you send a chat and I don't reply, send a little PM as a follow up in case the chat didn't work.

I'm a man. A few days ago, I went on a date with a woman. It took some clever planning to ask her out, I used donuts since I figured it would be a casual way to ask someone that sort of thing. I figured, why not since I had bought 160$ worth of donuts for all staff, so I spent extra on her and also bought apple fritters for my mother as a present for mothers day. Anyway, The lady I had asked out was everything I had wanted. I was attracted to her mentally first, and then soon after physically. Prior to this I had done a lot of self improvement. She had a wonderful personality, we were both into cooking, baking, reading, We had quite a bit in common. Over the 2-3 days that the events took place, I began to obsess over her. I felt a deep warmth in my mind, heart, and everywhere. I was overwhelmed with love and affection towards her. I was so happy. The conversations we had in texts were great, so full of life, cooking, deep details on our backgrounds and past experiences. We went to a Bubble Tea and dessert shop for the date and things went so well that I confessed my love to her and also further refinforced it the next day. Then, I got rejected. I sort of took it well/didn't take it well at the same time. I just shut down and told her how much she hurt me with rejection and I couldn't understand why. I didn't say anything mean, I just shut down and told her how much she hurt me and then I said goodbye and blocked her number. To think that I poured my heart out to her, I baked her a cheesecake (which I worked on that recipe 15 years to perfect it) then gave it to her in a brand new cake carrier that I hand washed with care, I gave her half of my stock of bookmarks (like 50 of them), I gave her chamomile tea and told her how to brew it because since chamomile is a natural sedative and it would help with some of the pain with her chronic health condition as well as assist in sleep. I was supportive, helpful, and loving. Yet, I was shot down when I was forward with my feelings. WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! I kept asking myself in my mind while I was crying that night after I got rejected. questions like "What did I do wrong?" I don't understand what went wrong. I was a gentleman, held the door open for her on the date, pulled out a seat for her, payed for everything, I was very polite, held great conversations, I was honest, etc. I did everything I could think of out of love to please her and make her happy. She laughed the whole date at the things that I said and my sense of humor as we shared pictures of cooking and talked about music, etc. but.... WHY?! why? Has all the self improvement I have done been for nothing? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not good enough? I feel emotionally injured and really vulnerable right now and to a certain extent here and there I'm still crying. I'm a good man, All I've ever wanted is love and to settle down with a good woman who would love me back, be loyal, never cheat, and raise a family with me. Why have I been hurt so much and so many times? It's heartwrenching. I thought the one on the date was the one but my heart ended up being torn out and stomped on. I feel so fragile right now mentally and I can't seem to stop crying. All I wanted was love and I thought I finally had it and then.... and then..... I was rejected.....and I'm feeling this combination of emotions, sadness, anger, frustration, but mostly sadness and that is coupled with confusion and lots of crying. Where did I go wrong? Was I not good enough? Is it as simple as she was not the right person? I feel this intense pain in my heart and no it doesn't have to do with arteries. I'm heartbroken and sad. When will I ever find love? I have worked so hard and yet........... I was hurt again. Why? I'm so hurt right now and emotionally injured. Do I need to improve myself even further? I'm already skinny, strong, and in good physical shape and I'm a great chef in my field. I'm not in debt. I'm saving up money to buy property. I have a lot of good things going for me. Yet, I keep asking myself "What went wrong?" "What could I have possibly done wrong?" Were they simply just not the right person? I have so much to offer a lady in a relationship. Yet, now I feel hurt, lost, heartbroken, and very very sad.

I just watched Tango's newest video where he built a hero of the village farm, and was wondering since witch farms were about to be buffed, what other villager gifts would be useful? So I looked up a list of gifts and it turns out that masons drop only clay, which means if you were to hook up an auto smelter to the farm you could have an insanely efficient terracotta farm! If it had the same rate as Tango's farm, it would produce over 17,000 terracotta an hour. Of course it would need an extremely good auto smelter to keep up, but it definitely seems possible. I know Bdubbs was looking for the best way to get terracotta so maybe this would help? Or maybe Big T would be interested?

I had a girlfriend in high school and she was the best. Caring to the max and always just put a smile on my face. We decided to go our separate ways though because we were going to separate colleges. It really hurt us both, but we separated on really good terms.
Even after we broke up we still texted each other and hung out every once in a while. We were very clearly still in love with each other and we just had a hard time letting go.
Well I go off to college and since she’s a year younger so she is still was a senior in HS. At this point contact is almost nonexistent. We would tell each other happy birthday still strike up a small text conversation.
It’s been almost 2 years since we’ve talked and I still think about her constantly. I’ve gotten over her for the most part but there’s just that little bit in the back of my head constantly reminding me how good I had it. I don’t even think I’d want to get back together, hell she probably is seeing someone. I just want to know if she’s doing good. I truly do still care about her and I can only hope she feels the same about me.

I left my full time job over 3 years ago and have been freelancing as a programmer since then. Making full time money (> 6 figures/year) and really enjoying it.
I hear a lot from people about how hard freelancing is, and how the market sucks now. So I wanted to give my perspective and some tips on how I've survived (and dare I say thrived?) freelancing last couple of years:
1. The gold mine of finding clients is from your inner network
This is why I think it's important to work for a couple years full time first, to build up your network. My best clients have been from my inner network, it's by far the best way to find good paying work.
If you don't have a good network, leads to my next tip:
2. Have a system for finding clients online, and be disattached
I'll often apply to hundreds of freelance listings, and maybe hear back from 1-5%. Of that, maybe half of them I'll land. It's a numbers game, and it's not personal. Definitely do not feel discouraged and take it personal when you're rejected.
I also use a tool called devlist.co , which finds the best listings online for me and sends them in an email. Highly recommend it saves me lots of time.
3. Have a great portfolio
You need to have something to show. Just a resume won't cut it. You need tangible evidence of what you can do. Honestly 99% of people in the market are about equal, and the people that land jobs are the ones with great portfolios.
Anyways, I hope that helps someone out there. I've felt the highs and lows of freelancing, but if you're like me and love autonomy it doesn't get much better when you get it work. Keep grinding!

To preface, I am a hopeless romantic at heart but I recently noticed that I tend to make exceedingly logical decisions when it comes to matters of love.
Heck, even when trying to ship my friends with potential 'suitors' I tend to have a long and detailed flowchart mapped out in my head explaining why I think they are suited for each other.
For example, in grade 8th, I used to like a boy. But the boy was not a good influence for my academics or general demeanor despite being a goof friend (only). So I forced myself to think all of the vices I could think about him to get over my crush. An endeavor that succeeded in two weeks.
In grade 11, I had a crush on a boy, but because of academics (again) I forced myself to get over him successfully
In grade 12, I had a crush on a boy (who is the closest to my ideal type) for 9 months, the longest crush I had so far. When all failed and I was not able to get over my crush, I confessed to him with full expectations of rejection because I had a very important exam coming up and I couldn't afford to get distracted by my fantasies and thoughts about him.
If you even ask me why I had a crush on them, I will have a detailed analysis about the reasons. I don't understand why, but I always do this despite being hopelessly romantic.
I am also very confused whether I am ENTP or ENFP.
So, does anyone else face this when they deal with their feelings? Because I seem to deal with them with a list of pros and cons. ALWAYS!
And I am not uncomfortable feeling things. In fact, I am what you'd call the 'Therapist friend'
However, this is a recent development. Till grade 10, I used to detest emotions.
So am I a mature-er ENTP or and ENFP? Because I am CONFUSED!
Thank you Have a great day

To preface, I am a hopeless romantic at heart but I recently noticed that I tend to make exceedingly logical decisions when it comes to matters of love.
Heck, even when trying to ship my friends with potential 'suitors' I tend to have a long and detailed flowchart mapped out in my head explaining why I think they are suited for each other.
For example, in grade 8th, I used to like a boy. But the boy was not a good influence for my academics or general demeanor despite being a goof friend (only). So I forced myself to think all of the vices I could think about him to get over my crush. An endeavor that succeeded in two weeks.
In grade 11, I had a crush on a boy, but because of academics (again) I forced myself to get over him successfully
In grade 12, I had a crush on a boy (who is the closest to my ideal type) for 9 months, the longest crush I had so far. When all failed and I was not able to get over my crush, I confessed to him with full expectations of rejection because I had a very important exam coming up and I couldn't afford to get distracted by my fantasies and thoughts about him.
If you even ask me why I had a crush on them, I will have a detailed analysis about the reasons. I don't understand why, but I always do this despite being hopelessly romantic.
I am also very confused whether I am ENTP or ENFP.
So, does anyone else face this when they deal with their feelings? Because I seem to deal with them with a list of pros and cons. ALWAYS!
And I am not uncomfortable feeling things. In fact, I am what you'd call the 'Therapist friend'
However, this is a recent development. Till grade 10, I used to detest emotions.
So am I a mature-er ENTP or and ENFP? Because I am CONFUSED!
Thank you Have a great day

After questioning the contractor on the "work" he did he started to flip out on me and yell and call me names and threatened to take me to court. He told his guys "pack up we're leaving" and he kept running his mouth. I told him to get the fuck out or I'll call the cops.
The contract stated "use of leveling cement and bonding agent" neither was used. I have a bunch of evidence to support my case. A few contractors looked at my basement and said "you didn't even need a new floor over this what you had was fine, just needed a grinding".
Later on Friday night I grabbed a shovel and dug up his work. He had cemented in my water heater and furnace when I told him not to go near it. He put concrete over pieces of sponge pad that wasn't removed. He texts me later that night to Zelle him the remainder of the money, I said no, he said "take it up with the owner so n so". He told me he was the owner a week ago. He said he'd put "an attachment on your house" aka a lien.
On Sunday and Monday I sent him text messages to pay for the damages. When confronted he said "you're not a real man, you don't pay your contractors" then said "you're a f**". Then proceeded to make insults towards my wife. I responded with a "good luck buddy". And started to contact some lawyers and placed a complaint with him to the NY consumers department.
I found out he put a fake address on the contract and that he is most likely lying about being a licensed contractor. I also found prior lawsuits involving him. His business card also doesn't have his name.
Let this be a PSA for first time home buyers like me who don't know any better. He took advantage of my stress of trying to get the basement cleaned up so I can begin more work on it. This will set me back and is seems damages to fix and remove all the shit will be in the 5-7k range. My fault for not properly vetting the guy.

To preface, I am a hopeless romantic at heart but I recently noticed that I tend to make exceedingly logical decisions when it comes to matters of love.
Heck, even when trying to ship my friends with potential 'suitors' I tend to have a long and detailed flowchart mapped out in my head explaining why I think they are suited for each other.
For example, in grade 8th, I used to like a boy. But the boy was not a good influence for my academics or general demeanor despite being a goof friend (only). So I forced myself to think all of the vices I could think about him to get over my crush. An endeavor that succeeded in two weeks.
In grade 11, I had a crush on a boy, but because of academics (again) I forced myself to get over him successfully
In grade 12, I had a crush on a boy (who is the closest to my ideal type) for 9 months, the longest crush I had so far. When all failed and I was not able to get over my crush, I confessed to him with full expectations of rejection because I had a very important exam coming up and I couldn't afford to get distracted by my fantasies and thoughts about him.
If you even ask me why I had a crush on them, I will have a detailed analysis about the reasons. I don't understand why, but I always do this despite being hopelessly romantic.
I am also very confused whether I am ENTP or ENFP.
So, does anyone else face this when they deal with their feelings? Because I seem to deal with them with a list of pros and cons. ALWAYS!
And I am not uncomfortable feeling things. In fact, I am what you'd call the 'Therapist friend'
However, this is a recent development. Till grade 10, I used to detest emotions.
So am I a mature-er ENTP or and ENFP? Because I am CONFUSED!
Thank you Have a great day

Me (24F) and my boyfriend (28M) met 17 months ago on a dating app. At the time we were both in different countries and had set our location to a place we were both planning to visit. He asked me on a date for new years eve and even bought an event ticket for that night when we were both supposed to be there . Unfortunately a few days before my flight I got sick and never got to visit that country or see him there. I was expecting us to stop talking and I was talking/dating afew other people since I thought him and I would never meet in real life but to my surprise we started talking every single day and he was the sweetest guy I had ever met . We got to know each other pretty good to the point that he kept asking me to move to his country. After around 4 months of talking online he told me he’s getting a ticket and coming to see me for a week . And that’s when we had our first phone call , over that phone call he said he needs to tell me something because it might be a red flag for me and he just wants to be honest about it , he said he has dated a stripper before me (around 2 years before me) but they were never official and it was something casual just because he was lonely and she was pushy. To be honest I didn’t like hearing that but I was still okay with it. Fast forward to our first week together, we went on date every single day , we went to really nice restaurants and bars and he was putting in so much effort into our dates, we eventually spent the weekend together and that’s when he gave me a gift along with a letter telling me how much he loves me and then we were intimate for the first time and spent the entire weekend in his hotel room .
He went back to his country for work and came back to see me after 5 weeks and we had another amazing week together and that’s when I told him that I love him too so we got alot closer and talked about our past, about how he used to be a party boy and into drugs but he’s changed now and people we have dated and exes , and in a funny conversation the topic of body count came up and I told him mine is 3 and he said he has been with 6 people in total which was shockingly good in my opinion. He also told me that the last time he slept with someone was a year before me because he’s not into one night stands or casual sex because he is emotional and can’t just have that with anyone and that was very respectable and admirable in my opinion and made me fall in love even more . I was honest with and told him the last time I had slept with someone was a month or two into us talking but there was no emotion connection with that person, he was upset but he said he understood that we weren’t that serious back then .
He came back for the 3rd time after 2 weeks and that’s when we got an Airbnb and spent the whole week together cooking and talking like a married couple in love , on the same week we ran into a girl in our airbnb building and she was so happy to see my bf , she jumped to hug him and gave him a kiss on the cheek but my bf seemed kinda uncomfortable. After the interaction I was curious to know how does he know someone in my country so I asked him who she was and he said she is his high school classmate that lives in the same city as him now and she just got married so it must be a coincidence that she’s visiting too.
He was back to see me for another week after 2 weeks and at that point we both knew we are offical and that neither of us has even talked to anyone else for the past 4-5 months but we still didn’t put a label on it because I was so afraid of doing long distance and the fact that I was going to move to a country even further away from him in a month. On that week we went and got an STD test together and I even got an IUD so we don’t have to worry about using protection anymore. He knew that I had this unreasonable fear of contracting HIV and this was him being supportive and calming my nerves.
Afew weeks later I moved to a different country around 17000 miles away and when I was looking for a place there we decided to lease an apartment together and furnish our home together because he was planning on moving there to live with me . He came to visit me for a month and we had more amazing days together and became officially girlfriend and boyfriend .he was the sweetest most loving and understanding guy ever.
We did 3 month of long distance and I missed him so bad that I decided to leave everything behind and sell my stuff to go travel with him for 3 months and also go and visit his family and his hometown , it was hard but we made it work and we were both on cloud 9 for the first 2 weeks together. And after meeting his family things were even more serious , they all loved me and keep asking him when he’s going to propose and end the long distance and I even got invited to his brother’s wedding.
One night my trust issues got the best of me and decided to check his phone ( I know it’s bad) I didn’t see anything too bad as his chats were mostly deleted but I came across a chat with that high-school classmate I mentioned earlier and I found out that they had been on a few dates and that he had sent her the same sweet questions as he sent to me word for word. I also saw that they spent the night together and he had a hickey on his neck from her . I also saw that before meeting me he was sliding into girls dms calling them hot and being sexual and I was sooo shocked just because the image he showed me of himself was so so different. I gave him a chance to come clean in the morning but he kept on lying to my face till I showed him the chats , even then he denied ever sleeping with her . I was so hurt that so early in our relationship he could lie to my face for no reason .
I was upset so I left our villa to stay at a hotel, he kept texting and calling and begging me to give him another chance and go to dinner with him and I did, he was so apologetic he was so upset and he kept saying all he wants is to go back and never lie to me so I asked him to come clean about anything else he has lied about . I went over everything with him and asked if they were lies too? he said no . I decided to stay and give us another chance .
Just 3 days after that night I asked him if I can delete his exes number that is a stripper off his phone in front of him he said yes and when I went to delete it I saw their messages , it wasn’t from 2 years before me ! The last message was 15 days before meeting me and turns out she was actually his friend’s girlfriend and they were secretly seeing each other… I was so heartbroken I couldn’t believe he is a person like that and that he has lied to my face again! He used to always say he hates cheater and that he has been cheated on before so he would never do anything like that but in the chats they were making fun of that girl’s bf which was his friend.
He started apologising again and told me there is more, there is someone else he has slept with shortly before me and that whole not sleeping with anyone for a year and no one nights stands was lie to make me fall in love with him . I forgave him again and decided to help him not feel ashamed about his past .
4 days later I asked him to send me our STD test results from months ago to me again because I lost it and my doctor wanted see it he started looking at his emails and said he can’t find it so I offered to help him look and I found it in his trash folder, but again I wanted to give him a chance so I asked if he has deleted it? He said no ! Turns out he was tested positive for a very minor and not dangerous STD and because he felt ashamed he edited the results when he sent it to months earlier. And deleted it afew days prior. His excuse was that I’m very anxious and fearful about STDs so he didn’t want to worry me because the doctor said it doesn’t need a treatment , And again I was convinced .
A few weeks passed and we were arguing a-lot because of trust issues but we were trying to get help and work on the relationship, he even confessed that there were more small lies he has told me , like saying some of the girls he was following were his friends or friends of friends when in fact they were girls he had met on tinder before meeting me . I struggled to understand why he would lie to me about stuff like this when I had never showed to be a jealous or not understanding GF .
A few weeks later we were doing better and travelling different countries together and I thought we’re done with lies so one night I was overthinking and asked him about a blocked number I saw on his phone that first time I looked through it , I asked who’s number that was because It had the country code of the country I lived in when we first started dating. He reassured me that it’s probably a scam number and that I was overthinking but I wasn’t convinced so I put it into google and it brought up so many escort websites from that country. For a whole week I begged and cried for him to tell me the truth to tell me I’m not crazy and what I’m seeing is right but he denied it every time for a whole week and even cried because I couldn’t believe him till one morning when I promised him I won’t leave if he just tells me , he confessed that on that first week after or first or second date when he went back to his hotel room he looked at escort sites and texted them but kept swearing that he never saw one and to him it just like watching porn . Once again I was in disbelief because he used to always say people that pay for sex are evil and are using girls that might have been trafficked for sex , I was also heartbroken and disgusted that he could do that in my city , somewhere that was my home and he was supposed to be there just for me and the fact that I’d have been on the same bed we had sex for the first time and the same room he told me he loved me in only 2 days later …
He blamed it all on porn and his porn addiction, I was shocked because I never had a problem with him watching porn I had even asked him if he wants to watch it together but he always seemed not that interested. He said that he has had trust issues and the reason why he went on an escort site in the first place was to make sure I wasn’t one … Honestly I didn’t know what to do with that informations ! How could he even possibly think that but it doesn’t bother me what bothers me is thinking that he got on 5 hour flight and took me on all those nice dates thinking I might be an escort?? And when he realised I wasn’t he looked for a real one ? Like he was disappointed that I wasn’t an escort? After 5-6 months of talking to me all day and night . I couldn’t not understand and will never understand .
Because of my promise I stayed and went to therapy ever since then he keeps saying I know all of his dark side and secrets and there is nothing else he would lie to me about. He’s been super apologetic and putting up with my anxiety and hearing out my hurt and looking for ways to fix our relationship and trust.
Our trip ended and we are doing long distance again and I told him I won’t be like before because it takes time to rebuild trust he understood and said it’s fair for me to look for things or have doubts . The other night i was looking at his email to make sure there are no more escort or things like that and I saw an email from a almost a year before me , it was from a flowegift shop that he has bought me flowers from which was very meaningful to me .
I saw that he had sent the same flower to that stripper girl that he claimed he was never in a relationship with only difference is hers was way more expensive and it had a note saying she is his world and there was another flower order worth 500$ sent to the same girl and the note was he is sorry for not keeping his promises and that he is in love with her more than he could have ever imagined.word for word of how he has apologised to me.
He has been telling me for over a year now that he never told that girl he loved her without me ever asking him . So I asked him if he has ever bought her flowers? But I also sent him a text saying he doesn’t owe me anything from his past and he shouldn’t worry about hurting my feelings and just tell me truth because I love him . He said no . Afew hours later he said he remembered that it was one time and it was from the same shop but what he got me was better and once again without me even asking he said no but I never loved her and never told her I lover her . I gave him the benefit of the doubt and asked if there is a chance he doesn’t remember ? Maybe because it was over text ? He said no there is no way he wouldn’t remember saying something like that .
I sent him the email and all he had to say was that he wasn’t lying he just didn’t remember… And he kept saying but that’s all , I never got her anything else (like that’s the point) but I also saw another email in his trash folder and it was another gift order to the same girl and he deleted that email the same day so there is no way he wouldn’t remember those gifts …
I’m so done and over the lies but I’m starting to blame myself for asking things for caring about the past , my mind keep telling me at least he didn’t cheat on you . But then I remember he lied to me about things I never even asked for cared about. I remember that he might have been interested in me because he thought I might be an escort not because of who I am .
He has been the kindest and nicest person to me and has done everything to make sure I’m okay during our relationship . Am I doing something wrong? What to do ? I’m so confused

This may be a longer post, apologies I'm advance.
I 24m have been dating my partner 25f for the better part of 5 years now. We have had plenty of ups and down in that time, but I don't think I can get past the downs anymore.
We have a revolving door of issues, including lack of intimacy, lack of communication, no support etc etc. These had been manageable until last summer where she got a new job working 2 weeks on and 2 weeks off on a mine as a geologist.
She now barely ever texts while she's up there and I'll get 1 30min call ever 2 days, meaning we never fucking talk. We haven't had one spicy call since she started this job (not that I haven't tried). And I just feel so fucking ignored and neglected 24/7.
Moreover she completely stonewalls me every time we fight, adding to thr distance between us.
She also messages and sends memes with the mostly men she works with all the time, even when she is off. When I get upset and ask to keep it at work she gaslight me and tells me to get over it.
This has all gotten me to a point where I am losing any and all feelings I once had for her. There have been way more fights than I expressed mentioned, but even with that I'm just tired.
I feel no love from her, I feel like she isn't attracted to me, I feel like she doesn't care about my feelings at all, it's only about how she feels.
I just really feel like I would be happier with somebody else who doesn't make me feel this way. I'm a 6'8 in shape decently attractive guy who makes good money.. I'm not a loser.
So now onto the question.. how do I leave? I definitely have some childhood issues with this where whenever I try I like panic for some reason.. like I have a hard time letting people go from my life.
It also doesn't help that she gets self destructive the last times I tried, throwing things, hurting herself, etc...
How do I get out, how do I feel okay again? I know as soon as I leave her she will instantly start talking romantically (if she hasn't already) to one of these guys and it bothers me. How do I do this guys, why am I like this..
I feel like most of my romantic feelings have died, but this like.. attachment, I dont know how to break it.

I know this is unnecessarily long, so if you are not in the mood for reading, I understand. But I would greatly appreciate anyone who would take the time to read my story that is probably TMI and badly in need of some editing. I just really need some advice from people whose heads are less cloudy than mine.
My fiancé M/42 and I F41 have been together for about 4 years and have known each other since high school. I knew he was a recovering addict when I got together with him but I fell head over heels in love and didn’t see the relapse on the horizon that would occur shortly after the honeymoon phase and would eventually almost kill me - I took a swipe of some mystery powder and touched it to my tongue (fentanyl) thinking it would help me get through the most stressful day of my life as i was ceaning out his place while I was packing him up for detox. It was a total freak accident, I’m not an addict, never done anything like that in my life, I’m a single mom and a kindergarten teacher, but I loved him so much I just followed him down the rabbit hole and honestly just became so disoriented in this world I (naively) didn’t understand or even realize I had signed up for.
Anyway, He literally saved my life, and said I also saved his, because that day is what motivated him to get and stay clean for good despite being an active heroin addict for the majority of his life.
He worked an incredibly thorough program, and he gained more friends, money, and more overall success in 2 years than I’ve been able to scrounge up in an entire lifetime. And it’s no surprise honestly. He’s a special person. Absolutely brilliant, charismatic, driven, and has a heart of gold.
Within a year of getting sober, he moved me and my daughters into a gorgeous home adjacent to a golf course, bought luxury vehicles for both me and him, convinced me to quit my teaching job which was making me miserable, so I could finally be fully present for my girls, and then put a giant diamond ring on my left hand. He completely spoils us. We went from having nothing to having every tangible thing, we could possibly need.
The stability that he provided for us meant the world to a single mom who was barely making ends meet, but it was always just the icing on the cake for me. He’s my best friend in the world, he makes me laugh so hard my mouth hurts from smiling, he show me that he loves even the parts of myself that I don’t find lovable. I found my soulmate.
His program started slipping after 2 1/2 years (last November). He was already struggling in his role of being a stepfather, and we were fighting a lot about parenting stuff. He has a lot to learn, has little patience, and seems to have very unrealistic expectations of my kids. He wanted Parenting to be this effortless thing, and he just doesn’t get that it’s not. And that kids are not always going to behave themselves and that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with them. so we were fighting a lot.
In December, he started complaining about his chronic back pain again (a real issue for him as he’s had five back surgeries due to a snowboarding accident in his early 20s-this was during that height of Purdue Pharma and what got him hooked on pain meds)
While I know he was legitimately in pain, it was also a red flag because pain was the culprit for his last relapse. He decided to go in for a sixth surgery and was told he would have to wait three months. He found a surgeon who has made a lot of profit off of him over the years (as he’s a PI attorney) and was willing to prescribe him generous amounts of pain pills to get him through the three months of increasing pain that he was experiencing. He spent the next three months in bed, depressed, checking out, taking pills depressed, checking out- as I became increasingly suspicious that his behavior was much too loopy for the amount of medication he was being prescribed. I fell into the role of his nurse, and his babysitter. Making sure he didn’t text to nonsense to clients, making sure he didn’t fall and make his back worse, making sure he wasn’t interacting with the kids, etc
I knew he wasn’t being honest with me, but he just kept gaslighting me. It honestly felt like he was psychologically tormenting me, treating me as though I was totally paranoid, heartless and out of line. I thought after the surgery, it would finally get better. I made a promise that I would be there for him because he had never had anyone there for him for the previous surgeries and it had been a really traumatic experience for him in the past. I really stepped up and tried so hard to his rock. The hospital experience was horrific, mainly because no amount of diloted was relieving him of the pain. None of the nurses understood why he needed so much more than everyone else, but I think his tolerance had just become so high.
After that nightmare was finally over I was really counting on things getting better, as the plan was for him to taper off the meds, live pain-free, and get back to normal. It didn’t go that way. It just kept getting worse and no matter how many times I told him that I didn’t trust him he just had an excuse for an explanation for everything. He is a master manipulator and I listened to him do it to everyone, doctors, the pharmacist he formed a “friendship” with, literally everyone.
On Mother’s Day, it got to a point where he couldn’t hide it anymore. He disappeared for the day, Ended up, passing out at a gas station and was unreachable for hours, when he finally came home, the car was all fucked up and he claims it was someone else’s fault. He went straight to his home office and I didn’t see the rest of the night until I walked in on him smoking crushed up pills. After that, he confessed everything to me, including the time that he told me not to check the mail because he had a special surprise for me to thank me for all the love and support I gave him To help him through his surgery. it turned out he had drug dealers sending him drugs in the mail. Needless to say there was no surprise for me me. Just heartbreak and betrayal. I felt like a fool.
I was still processing this the next day when , after insisting on taking a photo of me in these designer sunglasses he purchased for me out of guilt. I asked him not to take my photo, because I had tears in my eyes, but he insisted. He was napping next to me and I opened his phone to erase the photo. we’ve always had each other’s passwords, and have looked through each others photos before for various reasons, sharing photos, etc. I cannot emphasize enough how much I trust his loyalty to me when it comes to anything other than drugs.
But for some reason, all of my photos, the ones I was taking on my phone were showing up in his feed. I was so confused, so I started scrolling through deleting unflattering double chin pictures of myself when I came across that menu photos organized based on face recognition. One of them was his ex. I remember him telling me he deleted all of his photos of her the first time he told me he loved me.
I opened it and scrolled through hundreds of pictures of their happy life together. The pictures got more and more sexual, one of her with her legs spread, another another of them in the bathtub together, her kissing him while he had his hands around her neck, another screenshot of her naked in the shower with a thumbnail shot of him in the corner obviously jerking off to her on FaceTime. Because I’m a masochist I decided to take it one step further and look in his video folder. I found a There I found a thumbnail shot if a close-up of him penetrating her. I watched it and it just completely crushed whatever was left of me.
I’m normally a really passive person, and I just completely lost my mind. I reacted as though I had caught him cheating on me. I just couldn’t handle the physical evidence of such a close up shot of him being inside another woman. It’s stupid because I know, like me, he has a past. Obviously he’s been with other women. Obviously he’s been attracted to them. But it just scarred my brain, I literally haven’t even been able to eat since because I’ve been so nauseous. I know it’s ridiculous, because this is a reality I was well aware existed, but seeing it with my own eyes… I don’t know what to say. Other than that I need a lobotomy.
He says he erased all of those videos and photos from his phone, and something weird happened where all of his photos from the cloud just re-uploaded when he got a new phone. He’s not a technical person and I actually believe him because, aside from being a complete liar when it comes to drugs, he has always show me the upmost, integrity, love and loyalty. So it’s not that I don’t believe him. I just can’t get that image out of my head.
I can’t tell if this intense emotional reaction I’m having would be the same reaction anyone would have if they saw what I saw, or if I’m combining the feelings of betrayal over the gaslighting and the relapse…, the last four months of feeling completely invisible, hopeless, and like he was choosing drugs over me. My mind is like mush and I seriously can’t differentiate between these two very separate issues. I’m so confused, but that’s what gaslighting does to you. It makes you question your reality.
He said that he’s finally willing to go into detox, so at this point, I have waited this long, it would be silly not to stick around and see if he’s finally going to put an end to this. What’s getting me is that he’s still making excuses, still not seeming very remorseful, and is still so deep in self-pity that he doesn’t seem to have any awareness of how badly I’m hurting because of him. It feels like he just doesn’t care. anyone who’s ever loved an addict knows that feeling well.
I’m in Al-anon, and I’m well aware of all of the things I should be doing, focusing on myself, etc. but I’m just not doing well, and I can’t seem to find my way out of this dark hole. Anyone who has made it this far deserves some sort of a Reddit badge of honor. This was more of an autobiography than a simple question. I just wanna hear some outside input because I don’t trust my own mind right now. I’m willing to take your criticism, just please be kind. I know I’ve made mistakes, I’m just hurting so badly. I can’t seem to sort through this. Thank you so much if you took the time to read all of this and still want to respond. You have no idea how much it means to me.

My 18 year old daughter is suddenly very entitled.
As many people in North America did on Sunday, we celebrated Mother’s Day. We stayed in, my husband, daughter and stepson, and watched movies and had snacks. The day was pretty relaxed and comfortable. Syepson had to go back to his moms for supper, my husband took him late afternoon. Then my husband and I made a big family dinner and his parents and our oldest son and his girlfriend came to enjoy with us. Mother’s Day has always been a strange day for me. I’ve always said all I want is to have a chill day with my family and enjoy each others company. There has not been one single year that has happened. In the past, my oldest son was usually bent on ruining the day for me some how. He would do things like sleep all day, say he forgot or just not even acknowledge the event. It was really hurtful and my oldest daughter, now 18, used to hey so upset with him when he behaved this way.
So this year, I was hoping for a miracle. As I said, the day went well and the evening was set up to be really good too. Everyone was chatting and supper turned out amazing, no bickering or snippy remarks between my in laws, the kids all seemed to want to be around, it was kinda perfect.
Now, in our house we’ve always had the rule that if you didn’t cook you help clean up. Fairly standard practice from what I can’t tell, compared to other families we know. It’s never even been a question, just get to it and many hands make light work.
Apparently all the kids just forgot that was a thing. Everyone left, just walked by my husband who stepped up to do the washing and didn’t give it a second thought. I followed the kids out to the front street and did an exaggerated shrug, got their attention and told them I was disappointed they were just leaving everything for us. This was no small dinner, it took several days of prep to brine and smoke the delicious turkey we served. Even after chasing them out to object, they both just drove away. Since I had already confronted them together I decided to discuss my issue with each of them separately. Since my son is out in his own now, I wasn’t as hard on him.
But here’s the thing, my daughter lives here full time and does nothing at all to help anymore. She was often at work in the evenings or with her boyfriend, until just recently when she stared a 9-5, so she didn’t have supper at home often. Because of her schedule, I would bring her dinner every night she works, making sure she had at least one decent meal a day. I didn’t expect her to come home at 9 pm and clean up, only to help out when she’s home. Now she’s home for supper most nights but still doesn’t lift a finger without being asked. And the attitude when she does have to pitch in is atrocious.
Now back to Mother’s Day, when I confronted my daughter I told her I was disappointed in the both of them. I told her her behaviour has been selfish and that I need her to start participating around the house. She refused to come home to talk that night. Monday she texted me to tell me she was coming over after work. That put me off further, you don’t come over to your own house. Her language made me feel like she doesn’t appreciate the free and supportive roof over her head. When we talked Monday evening my disappointment turned into anger and hurt. This kid had the audacity to say that having to help with dishes is me treating her like staff.
I am beside myself in the massive failure I feel about that. She grew up in a divided family situation but has two sets of parents to lean on and grow from. Her stepmother is a control freak and as a result, my daughter didn’t have chores over there. I knew that but made my expectation clear about our home, from the start. I just feel so helpless in this situation. If anyone has any advice or reminiscence of their own teenzilla, I’d love to hear it.

If someone who has considered bankruptcy or gone through it can offer any input that would be greatly appreciated!
I’ve been keeping track of my expenses but after 1.5 years my credit card keeps going up. This is mainly due to interest and unexpected expenses. I’m 25 and have 20K in credit card debt and 20k in student loan debt. I do not have anything in savings, 1K in investments from few years ago and roth from work. I have been looking through people’s experiences and reading over threads and feel like bankruptcy might be for me but I have been scared to even think about it. The only assets I really have are a car and what I listed above.
I have tried to reduce my use of credit cards and pay more than the minimum every month but barely making a dent. I tried looking at getting a different credit card with 0% APR but hard when my credit is bad from my cc debt. I understand it’s my fault for not budgeting, i mainly used to help my family out. I keep getting letters for loan consolidation but it seems to good to be true…if someone has done this I would love to hear personal experience!
My job also does not allow for me to have a second job which I know can help so I feel stuck (auditor). I make around $4k after taxes, and use 2.6k for living expenses (already reduced my living expenses, this is the lowest I could do and includes $200 i use to try to stretch through the month on grocceries) and the remaining 1.4k goes to my credit cards which $1,200 (includes minimum pmt and interest) so only $200 actually goes to paying it down.
I’m just not sure what to do and exhausted of stressing and being sleepless trying to figure out what to do. Any advice would be helpful.
I also understand this is my fault, I am much better with money but I just feel stuck in this cycle.

I met my now ex-boyfriend in 2021 when I was in my 6th semester of undergrad studies and was doing classes online as the second wave of Covid was in peak at the time. I was finally dating a guy after being completely single for 4 whole years. The guy was almost 2 years older than me and was an MBA student at my college. He did his undergrad from the same college so I knew he existed beforehand. Our relationship pretty much started on Instagram and we would spend almost the entire day and night on voice and video calls with one another.
The relationship was going on good in my mind as we began going on dates as soon as the lockdown restrictions eased. I really liked the guy and felt the feeling was mutual, atleast for some time. Fast forward to a couple of months later, the guy was now giving me barely any time. To his defense, he was a busy man who had college from 6:30am to 8:15am and a bank job from 9 to 6. But I was an understanding girlfriend as well, as I was okay with him not replying to me throughout the day and also okay with acting like strangers when we came face to face in college because he didn't want people to know about us. The only demand I had was for him to talk to me for at least half an hour before bed and to meet me for a few hours on the weekend, which was apparently too much to ask for as well. I took this behaviour for quite a few months until that one melting point when he cancelled the plans with me one weekend with an excuse and I found out he was actually out with two of his friends from his bachelor studies among whom, one was the girl he had a solid crush on back in the day. That was the day I just lost my cool and broke off with him.
Now that the backstory is done, here's the points that this post is actually about. Though I swore to never see his face again after that, it was the very next day when I realised I had gotten addicted to my feelings for him and it physically hurt me to not text him or hear his voice. That's when I swallowed my self-respect and went to him begging for one last meet for closure and he agreed. I also gave him an option to continue the relationship without him having to put any extra effort than what he had been putting until the day of the break up. He denied. Then, me being the desperate loser I was, I offered him to have a casual situationship kinda thing until one of us found somebody else. For months, we were in touch and even went on multiple dates (not as romantic as it used to be). In between, I would sometimes see him with the same girl he had a crush on before dating me and even heard rumors of them dating. But everytime I asked him about it, he denied and went on with seeing me. We had been slowly drifting apart with every meet as I was starting to get cold vibes from him. One day, situations led us to spend a night together. Even at that evening, I asked him if he was actually in a relationship with her because I didn't want to be that ex a boyfriend cheats on his girlfriend with, and he denied YET AGAIN. It was that night and the morning that followed when I had my melting point regarding this situationship because I was getting pure creep vibes from him and felt more lonely around him than I had ever felt alone in my life. So, that was the last day I saw him. I also blocked him everywhere.
Fast forward to a very few months later, the girl I suspected he was dating, moved to Australia and I found out that they got MARRIED in court before she left. As we had mutual friends from the college we both went to, I found out they had been "in love" for months even when he was seeing me and swearing he had no girlfriend. That revelation was the toughest pill I ever had to swallow and I felt equally an asshole as him for believing him. I have never confronted him on this or informed the girl about the matter because I initially found her to be a bitch too as she never accepted my follow request and also, somewhere I was still mad he played me and MARRIED her knowing damn well she never cared about him at all before he started dating me! (She had rejected him when they were classmates in undergrad studies and he wasn't as well-groomed or employed then. But now, that he looked much better, had a job and had dated a couple of other girls while she had dropped out of her Master's studies, had no job and was single, she suddenly loved him).
Knowing all of this bs about the guy and the girl, I feel like there's no need for me to tell the girl anything. Honestly, I don't even think she'll ever trust me over her husband and I don't have that kind of energy to get into this negativity again. So, am I the asshole in this whole drama?

I saw that the Federal Way Mirror released their winners for the "Mirror’s Best of Federal Way 2024."
Pizza
Pop’s Pizza & Pasta – 1st
Mod Pizza – 2nd
Pizza Pizazz – 3rd
The Rock Wood Fired Kitchen – 3rd
My wife and I spent recently spent this past month trying out each of the pizza restaurants in Federal Way voted on this list and let me tell you, we were absolutely impressed with the rankings!
1) Pops Pizza & Pasta was delicious! This hidden gem exceeded our expectations! They were a hole in the wall restaurant and I feel like might be a best kept secret in Federal Way! No more gatekeeping! They have a large menu with not just pizza but also pasta, calzones, wings and salads! We highly recommend their FW pizza and their Mario's linguine pasta! Their dough was perfectly crispy but also soft at the same time, I cant really explain it! We overordered so we had some left over and it was still delicious the next day. We can totally see why and how they won this year! You wont regret trying it, thank me later!
2) Mod Pizza was great because it allowed us to pick all of our toppings on the spot! I overdid it a little bit on the toppings but still delicious! Their crust is closer to a thin crust which allows them to make the pizzas a bit faster I believe! It took about 10 minutes but was a fun experience!
3) Pizza Pizazz had really good pizza rolls! Highly recommend if you'd like something a little bit different but with the same pizza flavors!
4) The Rock has an extensive menu, a lot of seating and even a drink menu! Great place to go if you're looking or a sit down place to spend time at but be careful going very busy days/times of the week! Friendly tip: Friday was a bit of a wait!
Overall, we had a great time trying all these spots! Pops Pizza is a MUST TRY! Next category that we'll be trying is, Steakhouses!

This guy (23M) and I (23F) met through a mutual friend I went to college with (they went to high school together), and we've been gaming friends for around 4 years now. Since around last year:

• We've been talking and gaming almost daily (virtually)
• I've met him three times in-person now (we live in different cities and I will see him at least three more times this year, staying at his place)
• I'm part of his friend circle now and am in their group chat

Not long ago, he visited me (I live in an unpopular city where my friends and family aren't even that willing to see me) and stayed over for a few days. On one of the nights, we ended up drinking bottles of wine and while I blacked out a little, I remember that we cuddled/spooned on the sofa throughout the night. I woke up much earlier than him and slept a little longer in my own bed. When we talked in the morning, he claimed that he didn't remember the second half of the night so I feigned no knowledge too. I'm not sure if he's just pretending because it might be awkward. He's not someone who normally shows skinship to anybody but I can't tell if it was the alcohol or if there's any interest at all. It's also complicated because I recently came out of a 3-year relationship, where he knew my ex and we talked about it on this same trip.
Since then, we've texted on a semi-regular basis, sent each other daily Insta reels of things we find funny and relatable, and a lot of other things that friends do. The only other thing that made me wonder if there's any interest was when he went on an international trip and checked 10 different makeup stores to see if they had a product I wanted. Maybe he's just a really good friend lol but I don't even know if my girl friends would do that for me.
He's mentioned being a friend-to-lovers kind of guy but has also expressed a fear of rejection & women, which just makes me overthink everything that's happening. He doesn't usually initiate any 1:1 hanging out (but then again he doesn't really for anyone) and seems always nonchalant/not that excited that I'm coming to his city to see/hang out with him (but he houses me so).
Yeaaaaa so idk lmao. I'd appreciate any thoughts on if he has interest and what's happening/what he's thinking at all.

(I know it's not the main focus in the title but I'd also be super keen to talk to people in the UK, either London or somewhere in England or Scotland around like Edinburgh as there's a near 100% chance I'm moving there this year)
Hi everyone!
My name is Jack, I'm 21 and I'm a recent cyber security and forensics and internetworking and network security graduate, but I hope to go on for a few more years and do post grad studies! (this year my goal is to move to Edinburgh for my masters!)
Hobbies!: For the past few years I've been heavily into formula 1, never missing a race (even the 3 am ones and even worse, the 7 am ones!)
I also enjoy doing photography, I mainly do cars but I have recently started thinking about more landscape/urban photography.
Now for games! My main ones are Destiny 2, and rainbow six siege, (for those wondering my highest rank is diamond 3 (when rank actually meant something lol)), but I haven't been playing them much these days. I play heaps more than that but I can't think of them off the top of my head lol. To try and list some id say project zomboid is one I'm very into as of right now, that and hell divers 2. I really enjoyed elden ring so I want to try more souls like games. Red dead redemption 2 is amazing and my favourite game of all time is probably watch dogs 2.
I love JDM cars and unfortunately haven't been to a car meet in over a year now. My introduction to photography was through cars so if you'd like to see some of my photos do let me know! Most of my part time work went towards getting my dream car so I definitely plan on going to more meets!
As for what I look like I'm 5"11' brown hair that touches my shoulders and never acts normally. I am 75 ish kg and I have brown eyes. That's a basic description of me but if you want a picture that's not an issue.
I'm not really too good at writing these advertisements or making titles or finishing them off so I'll just say if I sound appealing to you or you wanna know more, feel free to shoot me a message! For those in WA I'm down in the Mandurah area but travelling up to Perth isn't an issue for me! And hopefully I see all you Scots later this year!
Thanks for reading! Stay safe people!!

Here we are again in the shit stew that is the Fallowveil trailer park. We’ve got soul eating strippers, jobs that kill us, and plenty of weirdos, both the trailer trash and the potentially paranormal variety. It’s the place where even your own computer sometimes threatens to kill you. I can’t tell if I should be worried, or annoyed that all my neighbors have such irresponsible web habits. I know it’s not me that brings in all these machine wiping viruses.
So even though I got a system error that literally said “you’re useless and you should die” I’m less interested in that. Stupid thing. Like I don’t already know I’m useless. That’s not what I’m depressed about.
Well… I suppose it's tangentially related.
I hope anyone reading will forgive me. I’m feeling the sting of rejection right now. It was really stupid of me to ask. Especially now. Nobody here really likes me. They’ve only been nice to me as a courtesy because I was almost involved in a god damn shootout. And my idiot self decided that was the perfect time to push one of my few friends all the way away. Never ask your friends out on dates. It ruins everything.
So there’s this woman. I’ve talked about her in the past. Trista Ramone. She lives in the far back corner of the trailer park. You can instantly tell which unit is hers because she’s covered every square inch of the property with gardens and a rabbit hutch. The place usually has beads and colorful flags hanging on its walls as well. She’s kind of a right winger’s nightmare. I know some of those flags represent various lgbtq plus communities.
She and I have been friendly in the past. We’re both night shift workers. We crossed paths quite a bit going to and from work so we struck up a friendship over the years.
Let’s just ripped the band aid off. Recently I’ve started thinking I had… stronger feelings for Trista. I got stupid and decided to tell her about them. She wasn’t interested. I get why. We have very different lifestyles. I like meat, and she thinks the meat industry is murder. I’m not willing to give up meat, and she’s not willing to give up her beliefs. It's as simple as that. Now things are incredibly awkward with one of my closer friends and I’m still spiraling into self loathing, where I belong.
She swore up and down that she absolutely still wants to be friends with me, but I’m not sure I believe her. The look she gave me when I told her I’d like to ask her out. It looked like sadness, but a small part of me is convinced it was pity, or worse, disgust and loathing, and that small part gave me ever shuts the fuck up. But anyway, she gave me permission to write about her.
She is one of the creepy fixtures of our little neighborhood after all. She told me to make her seem as insane and scary as I possibly could and that she should get to kill me at the end. She also handed me a few of her high school yearbooks, advised me to chat with another neighbor of ours who she went to school with, and to only use creepy rumors for the rest.
Part of me is really willing to describe her as awful, but that’s just my anger. I don’t like that part of me. Trista’s not a bad person at all. She’s just weird and she doesn’t want to date me. God damn it, Petunia’s right. I need therapy.
So, I’ve told the story of the sexy, scary lady living in a polycule here in the trailer park. I think she’s got a bigger heart than she lets on. I’ve talked about the stories surrounding the Schroeder Slaughterhouse. Now let’s talk about the hippy everyone thinks is a vampire.
She’s a taller woman, maybe five-seven or eight, and she’s skinny. Her typical wardrobe is… interesting. Try to imagine your typical new-age hippy/stoner girl, wearing colorful sarongs, crop-tops, beanies, baggy sweaters, T-shirts with colorful sayings on them, sandals, boots woven from some sort of exotic plant, beaded necklaces, bracelets, a few too many piercings and some intricate tattoos. Can you picture that kind of person? Well, take that and dip them in “goth” dye. Everything is black, and contrasts to her pale white complexion, her eyes are this unusual violet color, and then make the woman wearing all that seem kind of depressed about something. That’s the look Trista has going on. Like if Wednesday Addams was forced to dress up for Hippy Day.
I’ve heard people call her an emo vampire, but as a former emo myself, she doesn’t fill out all the criteria. She doesn’t typically wear any super tight pants or cake on the eyeshadow. I guess she’s just Trista. It might sound weird (and it is) but the whole thing suits her. Her style, tattoos, and complexion all create this image of skinny vampiric waif with a mysterious past and a freaky sarcastic attitude and I found the whole thing… kinda hot.
Trista keeps to herself. She’s made the most out of her little corner of the trailer park. Like I said, she decked out her unit with garden squares, and a Rabbit pen. No idea why she’s allowed to do that. A lot of these places don’t allow pets. I heard she was also trying to put in a beehive too, but her neighbors are fighting her on that one. Our park is a bit too condensed for bees. She has a permit to grow hemp, but of course it’s not for recreational use. She treats it and uses it to weave things like handbags, clothes, and other stuff. There’s a consignment store in town that sells all kinds of things Trista has crafted herself. So she’s handy and self sufficient too. She paints, she carves wood, she weaves, she crochets, she sews, and who knows what else. She’s so good at her little crafts that apparently she’s able to support herself just selling them and working part time at the Moonlight Inn outside of town.
She’s also relatively friendly. I almost feel bad calling her weird, but here’s the thing, I’ve seen some REALLY weird shit. People jokingly call her a vampire, and she seems to embrace that, but part of me seriously wonders. The big clue is, like I mentioned, she’s completely nocturnal. She’s always asleep during the day, and every blind and curtain is drawn tight. The one time she came out during the day, she had on this full body suit with a helmet with UV glass and everything. Even then, she only showed up to give Petunia a hug, before leaving again.
That was the first time I saw Trista, come to think of it. I was kind of intrigued. It was kind of hard not to be when someone shows up to a community cookout in a freaking astronaut suit. I approached Petunia after she left.
“Who the heck was that?” I wondered.
“MASON! I’m so glad you could make it! You’ve been here about three months now! How’d that job interview go?”
“Oh. It went well. I might be doing janitorial work soon.”
“Night shift?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure.”
“If it’s the night shift, you’ll definitely meet the person who just left. That’s Trista. She’s the girl with the rabbits in the far corner. Poor girl. She’s got a really bad skin condition. Can’t let sunlight touch her.”
“Oh. Is she like… albino or something?”
“No, she’s got pigment. I don’t remember what the condition is called. I guess it started in high school or something. You’d have to ask her. And hey! If you work the night shift, you’ll probably get to chat with her!”
Petunia wasn’t wrong. I started working as a nighttime janitor for a number of local businesses. That was when I first started noticing the pale goth hippy. She rides around on a moped, with her dark hair and her sarong barely billowing behind her. I couldn’t see her face through the helmet, but she waved to me as she passed by.
The next time I saw her, she was jogging, but here’s where it gets weird. When I first stepped outside, all I saw was a blur. It actually startled me as I whipped toward it, but then there was this skinny tattooed pixie, somehow still looking like a stonehippy/vampire in jogging gear. I swear she was moving inhumanly fast when I first noticed her. That was when we introduced ourselves. She actually jogged over to say hello.
“Hey! You’re the new guy right?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. My name’s Mason!” I reached out to shake the pretty girl’s hand, like an awkward loser. She smirked and shook my hand. Her grip was weirdly strong, and a bit cold.
“I’m Trista. I’m the weirdo in the back with the rabbits.”
“Trista… oh, are you the one who has a thing with sunlight? I think Petunia mentioned you.”
“Yup! That’s me. Xerodoma pigmentosum. Sunlight hurts. I hate that it hurts.” She lamented.
“That’s gotta be rough,” I said sympathetically.
“You get used to it. You work at night?”
“Yeah. Works better for me.”
“I get that.”
And so on and so on. She’s pretty cool, with a bit of hilarious snark in there. And she secretly procured recreational weed she was willing to share. I kept working the night shift just hoping for another chance to talk to her and possibly buy a joint. Eventually she invited me over to share a joint. The inside of her place was actually pretty sparse and spartan compared to the outside. Though she was a fan of hanging beads. Most of the main room was taken up by her various crafting projects and supplies. Hemp weaves, some paintings, and even a wood carving of what I think was a rabbit, but it wasn’t anywhere near complete.
I followed her to her kitchen where she reached into the very back of her pantry and pulled out a shoebox. Inside was her stash, but there was something else which I found very strange. It was a pack of syringes and a thing I assume is to sterilize syringes. I know what you’re thinking, and that was my first thought too. It’s a poor neighborhood, the woman already smokes weed illegally, it’s not that big a shock that maybe she was involved in other drugs too. I decided not to ask at the time. We shared our joint, and we laughed, a lot. She made fun of me for being a lightweight, while I got completely hypnotized staring at the patterns of a shawl she had woven.
Months went by and we got closer, but I couldn’t forget those syringes. After a while I got worried. I’ve seen what heroine does to people. So the next time I went over to smoke and eat (vegan) pizza with her, I asked.
“Trista? Are you using anything other than weed?”
“Drugs?”
“Yeah.”
“No. Why?”
“You can tell me if you are.”
“Mason, sweetheart, I’m a stoner. I don’t fuck around with anything else and I never have.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Okay. Can I ask what that set of syringes are for?”
“Oh. In my stash box? Those are… part of my condition. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh. Is it like… embarrassing?”
“Yeah. So don’t ask. Can we just watch a movie?”
So I don't ask anymore. But I still have no idea what she does with those syringes. Based on what I read about that Xerodoma Pigmentosum thing she says she has, I have no clue what she would need to inject herself with.
Another time she asked me to check on her rabbits for her during the day, as her usual “sitter” had something come up. All I had to do was chop up the lettuce and carrots she left out. As I was enjoying the adorable fluffy faces, one of Trista’s neighbors, a woman named Bridget, poked her head outside her door.
“Hey. Do you know what Trista injects those rabbits with?”
“I… what?”
“I’ve seen her use syringes on those rabbits. She said she was just giving them medicine, but I swear I see her inject them every week.”
“I… I wouldn't know. She just asked me to feed them.”
“I love Trista, but that always seemed so weird. She has to know vaccines are a hoax!” I tuned the woman out after that one. My mind was on that set of syringes. Why would she be using them on rabbits? These things were her pets.
I was starting to crush on her by then. But I couldn’t help feeling weirded out by that. I was actually going to confront her, but the next time I came to visit, she was literally inside the Rabbit hutch, on her back, squealing with delight as her rabbit friends nuzzled and played with her.
“Bonnibelle! That tickles! Marcy! No chewing. Finn? Watch where you’re sticking that foot! Jake? Where are you? EEEEE Lumpy! Not the neck!”
It was as silly and adorable as it sounds. She was forced to whip herself upright when two of her little friends tried to burrow under her dress. She finally stood up with a laugh, cradling a rabbit in her arms and cooing at it.
There was just no way in hell this woman was doing anything that would hurt these animals. Bridget is a paranoid antivax weirdo anyway. If Trista was using syringes on the rabbits, I was convinced it was only for their benefit.
So life went on. I got more and more reclusive over the years. Petunia, Trista, and my next door neighbor Fred were the only things keeping me remotely connected to the outside. And so we get to now. So let’s see. What are the stories about the weird vampire woman?
Well, there’s the fact that she jogs at night, solo, in a poor neighborhood. Petunia keeps the shitty people contained and behaving for the most part, but I still wouldn’t exactly call it safe, especially for a young skinny woman. But she does it without a care in the world.
There’s one strange event that some people like to connect to this. I never knew this guy, but from what I hear he was a total weirdo who leered at anyone even remotely female. And this is despite the fact he was married. His name was Josh.
I remember him a bit. He’s the guy that Petunia chased away from one of her barbecues. Supposedly he was heard saying inappropriate things to the groups of ten year old girls that were playing in the bounce house Petunia rented. Telling them how pretty they were. Trying to coax them to take off their jackets. Police reports were filed but ultimately nothing could be proven. The guy's wife, Carole, always defends him for some reason.
But anyway, I remember hanging out with Trista one night a little over a year ago. She hadn’t gone jogging like she normally did. I asked her what was up with that.
“That weirdo, Josh has started catcalling when I pass his place. It weirds me out.”
“There aren’t other people who do that at night? I’m still shocked you jog alone.”
“Not like this. I can flip off a wolf whistler. But this guy… he keeps trying to get me to stop and talk to him, and when I don’t? He shouts about my ass. I’m gonna have to talk to Petunia about that shithead, if anybody can reign him in, it’s her.”
I’m gonna guess she never got a chance. Two days later, the whole town was awoken by sirens. I was getting ready for my shift when I heard them. I walked down the road a bit to see if I could figure out what was going on. The cops were heading toward the other side of the park, so I couldn’t see much. But I did notice Trista, in her jogging gear, skulking in the shadows. I wondered if she was in trouble. But before I could call out to her, she sprinted straight to Petunia's house and banged on the door. Petunia welcomed her inside, and that was all I saw. I still wasn’t sure what was going on, so I just shrugged and headed to work, figuring I’d text Trista later.
I didn’t learn till later that Josh was found dead. He was lying prone, face down, partly hidden by bushes at the edge of the park. His neck was cut open. He’d bled out rapidly. He had a knife in his hand, and officially it’s believed he fell on it and accidentally killed himself. There was a cocktail of drugs in his system so most people accept that explanation. But others swear they saw Trista out for her jog around the same time Josh would have been bleeding to death. She got questioned, and she swore she didn’t see anything. Without evidence, there was nothing else that could be proven.
Trista’s a friend. I know that guy was being creepy to her. So I’m happy to take her word for what happened, even if my seeing her going to Petunia’s pokes a bit of a hole in that. I can’t be sure it was Trista though. So I’m not saying a word. But if a certain creep attacked a certain lady who is rumored to be a vampire, it’s not that surprising to me that he ended up dead after bleeding to death. I’m not all that broken up about it.
I’m not the one spreading that story. Josh’s wife was the one who started the rumor. So now some people are even more convinced that the weird nocturnal hippy chick is secretly a vampire.
She’s no killer. No matter what they say. She would only have defended herself.
So that’s all the stories I’ve heard that have any credibility to them. There’s more people who swear she and Petunia perform weird rituals, and people who saw her moving “inhumanly fast” and such.
But now I have to share what I found in the yearbooks Trista gave me. I wasn’t really expecting much. I checked her senior yearbook out first. She looks about the same. Pale, goth, hippy, and sort of sad. She kind of looks even sadder in these photos if I’m being honest, but that’s high school for you. She graduated in the top half of her class, no sports or extracurriculars. I’m left wondering how she managed to go to school at the time of sun was so bad for her. I’ll have to ask her about that. So nothing really new there.
It was the yearbook from her junior year where things got really interesting. I was in shock when I found her. Trista is somehow impossible to miss, but unrecognizable all at once. She’s full of color! She wore more typical tie dye hippy attire. Bright vibrant pinks, reds, blues, greens, and yellows, in every photo, and holy shit was she busy. Captain of the soccer team, first chair flutist, president of the “green living” club and the “vegan alliance,” top ten in her class, it was all incredible. I think the main reason I didn’t recognize her was her skin. It was tan, as though she were out in the sun a lot. Furthermore there were photos of her playing sports and standing outside in bright sunlight.
It was like her disease wasn’t there, which confused me. She told me it was something called Xeroderma Pigmentosa. But that’s a genetic condition. She would have had that from birth.
I sent her a text, wondering about this.
- Hey! Just went through your yearbooks. What happened? You had color? Did you discover Linkin Park?
- My disease happened. Right at the end of Jr. year. That’s why I wasn’t there for the final class photo.
- But your disease is genetic… isn’t it?
- I guess it was dormant in me.
- So it just… happened?
- Pretty much.
- I’m sorry.
- I got over it. Mostly. It was hard. My parents were both hardcore vegan naturalists and we lived in a place that was all natural light and such, so I had to live in a shed for a bit while they built a space for me. But in my family? We kinda lean into whatever life throws at us. It took months of depression to come to terms with it. All of a sudden I couldn’t be out in the sun, and I had new dietary needs that absolutely required non-vegan sources. So I leaned into it. I was a vampire now. I can dig dark colors and “vampire style.” I could make it my own by avoiding leather. And I’d be as vegan as I possibly could.
- You’re kind of awesome.
- Damn straight. So I learned to love the night too and now, here I am.
I gained new respect for her after that. Frankly I feel kinda shitty about making fun of her for being a vampire. There might not be anything paranormally weird about her after all.
She sent me one more text telling me I should talk to a guy named Frankie. She’d gone to school with him. He’s a decent enough guy. Works in the Bicounty mall in town.
I had to wait a day or two for another of Petunia’s get togethers to talk to him.
“Hey!” I said awkwardly as I tried to figure out how to strike up conversation with someone I haven’t really spoken to in a long time. “Frankie, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. Been a while. How are you Mason? You okay after that whole thing at Red Nights?”
“I’m trying to be. Look, I’ll cut to the chase. You went to school with Trista Ramone, right?”
“Ol’ Boho Ramone? Yeah. We were sort of friendly. But I was a jerk to vegans back then. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been hanging out with her. She’s being all mysterious.” He chuckled at that. “She said I should talk to you to learn more about her… weirdness? Everyone thinks she’s a vampire now.”
“She’s totally a vampire. I have no idea what else to call her?”
“Why do you say that?”
“What did she tell you about school?”
“Nothing. She just showed me two yearbooks. Between Junior and Senior year she went from colorful club president, to lonely vampire, because of her disease.”
“Nah man. I don’t want to talk bad about her. But she was kind of a bitch, junior year. She wasn’t just a colorful vegan. She was one of those “holier than thou” types who scoffed and talked down to anyone who dared to eat meat. Her “hippy” thing meant she never hung out with the popular girls but still, she acted like she owned the place at times. I was friends with this weird guy named Steven Jones. He was just kind of a weirdo. Skulking around in the background, you know? He HATED Trista. For a while I totally understood. I thought she was kinda stuck up. But this guy was like… irrationally enraged by that girl’s existence. I guess he tried to ask her out when he was a freshman and she politely declined. But he took that shit personally.”
“Huh. So like… why’s that matter?”
“Because Steven kept saying to anyone who gave him a second look, that he was gonna ‘ruin’ her. Never elaborated. But then the last month of school rolls around, Trista gets assaulted by an unknown assailant and a week later she’s got this new disease. Meanwhile, Steven spent a week strutting around the school looking smug, and saying ‘she got what she deserved.’ Then he disappears too. Teachers said he moved away.”
“She was assaulted?”
“Yeah. Someone in a face wrap tackled her while she was at one of her protests at the meat factory. The dude freaking BIT her.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah. I was there. I came to the protest. I’ll admit I was trying to hit on Trista or one of the other girls there. But yeah. Dude dressed in all gray with a face wrap just charged in and went right for Trista. Knocked her down, bit her like a freaking zombie, then ran away before anyone could stop him. Didn’t even take his face wrap off. It was freaky, man.”
“What the actual fuck.”
“That’s what we all said. Trista needed a stitch. But while she was at the hospital, I guess she started getting more symptoms. She was out for the rest of the year. From then on, she was like she is now. Total vampire.”
“Was Steven a vampire?”
“I dunno. Probably. Little dickhead is what he is. Must have been him that attacked Trista, but nobody could prove it. Bite mark didn’t match or something. So why are you asking? You hang out with her at night right? You asking her out or something?”
“Oh. No. Just a friend.”
That was all I really learned from Frankie. It’s quite a story, and it’s full of unknowns that Trista refuses to explain. So I guess I’ll let readers be the judge. Is she a “real” vampire? Or just a weirdo? All I know is, she’s totally standing behind me right now and now I’m dead. Bleh.
I did come back to life to talk to Trista once I finished writing this. She enjoyed it. I may as well include that interaction.
I went to her place on my night off. She read my take on her and what the neighbors thought and she grinned. “Ha! I’m a total monster!” She chuckled. “So. What do YOU think, Mason? Am I a vampire?” She cocked an eye and playfully gnashes her teeth at me, making a pleasant little click.
I sighed. “No idea. You’re Trista. And… you’re my friend. I’m sorry if I made things awkward.”
She looked surprised by that. “Aw. Thanks Mason. You’re my friend too. It’s okay. I’m flattered.”
“You don’t have to explain.”
“So we’re cool?”
“Absolutely not. We’re both weird shut ins.” She laughed. It was good to hear her laugh. It made me happy.
“Yeah but I got the ‘mysterious vampire’ thing going.”
“You have dirt in your hair from rolling around with bunnies. And you’re a vegan.”
“Bite me.”
“Says the vampire.”
“You know, if I were a vampire, I could have bitten you when we both went to the slaughterhouses a few weeks ago.”
“That just makes me stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, Mason. You’re not a loser either.”
“So. You know of any other good spooky town stories that I can do next?
“Oh, sure. You ever heard the tale of Salome? She was a witch who would mash up the seeds of a Sinapis Alba plant to make a diabolical potion she’d dump on herself. They called her the ‘Witch of the Sands.’”
I’m embarrassed to admit it took me four days to realize Trista was just fucking with me. I only figured it out when I looked up Sinapis Alba and learned that mashing the seeds just makes mustard. “Salomi the sand-witch.” Well played, vampire hippy…
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