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Where Are All The Good Men?
2017.04.01 12:10 kevin32 Where Are All The Good Men?
In response to niceguys, this sub is dedicated to exposing all the women who complain about wanting a "good man", to show what happens when women reject decent men for jerks and promiscuity, along with showing the unreasonable standards many women have while offering little to no value themselves.
2013.02.01 01:33 Fearink Everything about Tinder
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2014.12.19 18:02 zwschlei Hinge Dating App
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2024.05.16 20:48 onemerrylilac [5E] [Online] Lost Mine of Phandelver
Hi everyone!
I have a group of 3 together running through Lost Mine of Phandelver. We had a fourth, but due to scheduling conflicts, they've had to drop out of the campaign. I'm looking for a fourth person to round out our party.
The pitch from when the campaign started is below. I think it still gives a good idea of how the campaign is going, but first, a few minor details about the game:
Over five hundred years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made an agreement known as the Phandelver’s Pact, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern known as Wave Echo Cave. In addition to its mineral wealth, the mine was said to contain great magical power. Human spellcasters allied themselves with the dwarves and gnomes to channel and bind that energy to craft magical artifacts. Times were good, and the nearby town of Phandalin prospered as well. But then disaster struck when orcs swept through the North and laid waste to all in their path. Humans, dwarves, and gnomes fought alongside each other to defend the mine, but little remains of the wonders created by the Pact, with the location of Wave Echo Cave lost to time.
Much of the Sword Coast has been abandoned for centuries and nature has colonized what the mortal races left behind all those years ago. Packs of wolves and owlbears roam the wilderness. Goblin tribes set devious traps along the road for unsuspecting travelers, while orcs wait in ambush among the hills. Ancient ruins dot the landscape, but while so little remains of those bygone eras, sometimes the past refuses to die. Undead ghouls stalk the plains for food, never able to quell their hunger for mortal flesh. These lands are dangerous even for up-and-coming adventurers, and yet still there are grander schemes afoot.
Four misfits, down on their luck and unfulfilled by their lives, set out for the frontier seeking a fresh start. A dwarven archaeologist and explorer named Gundren Rockseeker needed them to escort a wagon full of supplies to Phandalin. A bustling settlement has sprung up around the old site, attracting all kinds of opportunists, and Gundren seems to be one of them.
Unfortunately, whatever exploits Gundren may be looking for, he’s crossed paths with someone dangerous. Only half a day into their journey, the rookie adventurers’ first job turned south when they found their employer’s horse dead in the middle of the road. Someone else covets the wonders that lie buried in the Phandelver ruins, and they’ll stop at nothing to have them.
Growls in the dark. Tremors in the ground. A monster emerges. Do you have what it takes?
If this sounds like the kind of game you're interested in, fill out this quick survey and you'll be considered as a prospective player. Thank you!
https://forms.gle/zZW6ixDEBQmm3XB89
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I have a group of 3 together running through Lost Mine of Phandelver. We had a fourth, but due to scheduling conflicts, they've had to drop out of the campaign. I'm looking for a fourth person to round out our party.
The pitch from when the campaign started is below. I think it still gives a good idea of how the campaign is going, but first, a few minor details about the game:
- Sessions are done weekly on Monday nights, 7:00PM to ~10:00PM Eastern Standard Time.
- Aside from limited modifications and custom game elements, the campaign only uses the core rules from the Player's Handbook, Monster Manual, and Dungeon Master's Guide. Players create their characters by choosing from a limited list of races, backgrounds, and classes specifically chosen as suitable for the game.
- Roll20 and Discord will be necessary to play, but no paid licenses are required. Roll20 will be used as virtual tabletop only, with dice rolls and character sheets done separately.
Over five hundred years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made an agreement known as the Phandelver’s Pact, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern known as Wave Echo Cave. In addition to its mineral wealth, the mine was said to contain great magical power. Human spellcasters allied themselves with the dwarves and gnomes to channel and bind that energy to craft magical artifacts. Times were good, and the nearby town of Phandalin prospered as well. But then disaster struck when orcs swept through the North and laid waste to all in their path. Humans, dwarves, and gnomes fought alongside each other to defend the mine, but little remains of the wonders created by the Pact, with the location of Wave Echo Cave lost to time.
Much of the Sword Coast has been abandoned for centuries and nature has colonized what the mortal races left behind all those years ago. Packs of wolves and owlbears roam the wilderness. Goblin tribes set devious traps along the road for unsuspecting travelers, while orcs wait in ambush among the hills. Ancient ruins dot the landscape, but while so little remains of those bygone eras, sometimes the past refuses to die. Undead ghouls stalk the plains for food, never able to quell their hunger for mortal flesh. These lands are dangerous even for up-and-coming adventurers, and yet still there are grander schemes afoot.
Four misfits, down on their luck and unfulfilled by their lives, set out for the frontier seeking a fresh start. A dwarven archaeologist and explorer named Gundren Rockseeker needed them to escort a wagon full of supplies to Phandalin. A bustling settlement has sprung up around the old site, attracting all kinds of opportunists, and Gundren seems to be one of them.
Unfortunately, whatever exploits Gundren may be looking for, he’s crossed paths with someone dangerous. Only half a day into their journey, the rookie adventurers’ first job turned south when they found their employer’s horse dead in the middle of the road. Someone else covets the wonders that lie buried in the Phandelver ruins, and they’ll stop at nothing to have them.
Growls in the dark. Tremors in the ground. A monster emerges. Do you have what it takes?
If this sounds like the kind of game you're interested in, fill out this quick survey and you'll be considered as a prospective player. Thank you!
https://forms.gle/zZW6ixDEBQmm3XB89
2024.05.16 20:47 BeautifulBees333 How do I stop a work friend from constantly seeking validation through me?
Work friend uses me for validation constantly
I (25f) have a work friend (31f) we have worked together on the same team for a few years now and right off the bat we were drawn to each other and chatted and hung out because we had interests in common.
Over the course of the last few years, this friend has tried creating a new persona for themselves. I am all for reinventing yourself or finding more confidence or trying out different interests - and I try to be as supportive as possible when my friends are growing or changing. However, this persona put on by this friend is only ever presented to me. Often referred to her as her “villain era” etc., constantly sending me quotes and images of memes about her being this sort of aggressive, femme fatale Maneater, etc. Which I would be fully in support of, if it didn’t seem so contradictory to how she presents herself to me face-to-face, or to the rest of the world.
She also constantly refer to herself as a girls girl, but will gossip about other women behind their backs, has no other female friends and will backhandedly rubs things that bother me in my face on a regular basis, but in such minor ways, it’s hard to call her out for them. I have a disability and there’s certain things I can’t do and I’ve been asked to not be sent certain content when she is doing those things, she can post whatever she wants, but I don’t want it sent to me directly. And she will continuously do so despite me resetting that boundary over and over again.
For some context here: she comes from a relatively conservative family (as in strict parents) and is a little bit overweight and has always been very self-conscious about those things. SHe has never been in a relationship or anything like that. It’s a little difficult for us to understand each other in certain ways because I am the total opposite and I’m not in the dating world. I married the first person I ever dated and still am married. I try to be fully supportive of her dating life and her experiences while she rags on marriage and shits on it all the time. Whenever she tells me stories about her dating life or life is exaggerated to the 10th°. About how she sleeping with peoples husbands or the all these men are chasing her or she’s so promiscuous and so evil that she just could never fathom settling down, or she went to the prestigious university that I know she did not actually attend etc. etc. all of these stories either seem fictitious or extremely embellished because I know for a fact her life is not actually like this on a regular basis because we live next-door to each other.
And this is become every single day - day and day out and I am always trying to be kind and supportive so I’m always just like “oh that’s great or cool” but I have only so much emotional bandwith left for some thing that I know isn’t true and she was asked directly about a certain experience - she will not keep her story the same when we are around other people. She only presents this sort of person to me and it feels a very emotionally draining and I don’t know how to approach it. Especially because some of the things like backhanded comments about marriage or embellished date stories seem so minor It feels frustrating to try to call them out because they are always brushed off.
Another thing she does is continually tries to push a persona on me that I do not feel is my truth. We have a lot of things in common, which is initially why we became friends, but she does not like anyone being similar to her, and if I like anything that similar to her, she will try to “win” very passive aggressively - she likes XY or Z better than I do, or sending me tons of content, saying that this is how she views me or this reminded her of me when it is the opposite of what my personality and interests are like and even my husband said “it seems like she doesn’t want you to be like her at all and she’s trying to turn you into who she wants you to be”
I struggle a little bit with social cues and approaching things directly or too much of a people pleaser away. Should I even address this with her? I cannot end this friendship because I really need this job and we have to work in the same place and she is very very very sensitive to rejection. But she contacts me on almost every platform every single day, and any slight change in my tone is perceived as rejection by her.
TLDR: I have a friend who is also a coworker that is pretty insecure and is creating false narratives about her own life to get validation through me because I will only be kind and things are so minor that I feel struggle calling her out for them. Not to mention it could severely fuck up my work life. But the passive aggression and lack of genuineness at all is emotionally draining me.
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I (25f) have a work friend (31f) we have worked together on the same team for a few years now and right off the bat we were drawn to each other and chatted and hung out because we had interests in common.
Over the course of the last few years, this friend has tried creating a new persona for themselves. I am all for reinventing yourself or finding more confidence or trying out different interests - and I try to be as supportive as possible when my friends are growing or changing. However, this persona put on by this friend is only ever presented to me. Often referred to her as her “villain era” etc., constantly sending me quotes and images of memes about her being this sort of aggressive, femme fatale Maneater, etc. Which I would be fully in support of, if it didn’t seem so contradictory to how she presents herself to me face-to-face, or to the rest of the world.
She also constantly refer to herself as a girls girl, but will gossip about other women behind their backs, has no other female friends and will backhandedly rubs things that bother me in my face on a regular basis, but in such minor ways, it’s hard to call her out for them. I have a disability and there’s certain things I can’t do and I’ve been asked to not be sent certain content when she is doing those things, she can post whatever she wants, but I don’t want it sent to me directly. And she will continuously do so despite me resetting that boundary over and over again.
For some context here: she comes from a relatively conservative family (as in strict parents) and is a little bit overweight and has always been very self-conscious about those things. SHe has never been in a relationship or anything like that. It’s a little difficult for us to understand each other in certain ways because I am the total opposite and I’m not in the dating world. I married the first person I ever dated and still am married. I try to be fully supportive of her dating life and her experiences while she rags on marriage and shits on it all the time. Whenever she tells me stories about her dating life or life is exaggerated to the 10th°. About how she sleeping with peoples husbands or the all these men are chasing her or she’s so promiscuous and so evil that she just could never fathom settling down, or she went to the prestigious university that I know she did not actually attend etc. etc. all of these stories either seem fictitious or extremely embellished because I know for a fact her life is not actually like this on a regular basis because we live next-door to each other.
And this is become every single day - day and day out and I am always trying to be kind and supportive so I’m always just like “oh that’s great or cool” but I have only so much emotional bandwith left for some thing that I know isn’t true and she was asked directly about a certain experience - she will not keep her story the same when we are around other people. She only presents this sort of person to me and it feels a very emotionally draining and I don’t know how to approach it. Especially because some of the things like backhanded comments about marriage or embellished date stories seem so minor It feels frustrating to try to call them out because they are always brushed off.
Another thing she does is continually tries to push a persona on me that I do not feel is my truth. We have a lot of things in common, which is initially why we became friends, but she does not like anyone being similar to her, and if I like anything that similar to her, she will try to “win” very passive aggressively - she likes XY or Z better than I do, or sending me tons of content, saying that this is how she views me or this reminded her of me when it is the opposite of what my personality and interests are like and even my husband said “it seems like she doesn’t want you to be like her at all and she’s trying to turn you into who she wants you to be”
I struggle a little bit with social cues and approaching things directly or too much of a people pleaser away. Should I even address this with her? I cannot end this friendship because I really need this job and we have to work in the same place and she is very very very sensitive to rejection. But she contacts me on almost every platform every single day, and any slight change in my tone is perceived as rejection by her.
TLDR: I have a friend who is also a coworker that is pretty insecure and is creating false narratives about her own life to get validation through me because I will only be kind and things are so minor that I feel struggle calling her out for them. Not to mention it could severely fuck up my work life. But the passive aggression and lack of genuineness at all is emotionally draining me.
2024.05.16 20:46 TJLaw42 AD Attributes repopulating
I've been scouring the interwebs trying to find anything on this problem, and have had zero luck. Hoping someone here can help.
I have a forest abc.com with 2 child domains, def.com + ghi.com Each domain has 2 DC's running Server 2019 in a VMWare environment. All are on the same subnet and physical site. No FW rules on the subnet. Forest/Domain functional level is 2016. 2 way Transitive trusts exist between all domains.
I noticed a couple of days ago that if I delete/clear certain attributes (using ADUC or DSAC) from a user account they repopulate after some time.
The attributes reverting are:
General Tab > Office, Telephone Number
Address Tab > All fields
Organization Tab > title, Department
Telephones Tab > All fields Other tabs (MemberOf, Profile & Account) do not revert/repopulate.
I do use MIM (for now) to choose usernames & provision new accounts from my HR system, but the attributes in question are manually populated by me after the accounts are created.
There are no replication errors. DCDiag is clean, and KCC tests are good.
I've tried manipulating these attributes from every DC, a few workstations and even Powershell and have ended with the same result, they repopulate with the previous value after 15-120 minutes.
DNS looks clean, i can ping between the DC's, nslookup is accurate.
There haven't been any changes to the environment in weeks.
Has anyone experienced this? Or have any idea what could be going on here?
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I have a forest abc.com with 2 child domains, def.com + ghi.com Each domain has 2 DC's running Server 2019 in a VMWare environment. All are on the same subnet and physical site. No FW rules on the subnet. Forest/Domain functional level is 2016. 2 way Transitive trusts exist between all domains.
I noticed a couple of days ago that if I delete/clear certain attributes (using ADUC or DSAC) from a user account they repopulate after some time.
The attributes reverting are:
General Tab > Office, Telephone Number
Address Tab > All fields
Organization Tab > title, Department
Telephones Tab > All fields Other tabs (MemberOf, Profile & Account) do not revert/repopulate.
I do use MIM (for now) to choose usernames & provision new accounts from my HR system, but the attributes in question are manually populated by me after the accounts are created.
There are no replication errors. DCDiag is clean, and KCC tests are good.
I've tried manipulating these attributes from every DC, a few workstations and even Powershell and have ended with the same result, they repopulate with the previous value after 15-120 minutes.
DNS looks clean, i can ping between the DC's, nslookup is accurate.
There haven't been any changes to the environment in weeks.
Has anyone experienced this? Or have any idea what could be going on here?
2024.05.16 20:46 DisEkript Good barbers for men with longer hair in Astana?
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2024.05.16 20:46 sly__red 8 years and she cheated. She has a new guy and I’m alone grieving.
-Very long rant (sorry)-
We(27M&F) were together since the beginning of college and had a great relationship through college. After college things started to change and she began struggling with her mental health which I tried to support her through in the only ways I knew how. After going through the same empty promises I ended things with her in January of 2023, fast forward 6 months and she finally did the work I had begged her to do and showed major improvements in her relationships with everyone else in her life. We decided to give it another chance and things went really well from July 2023-January 2024.
Around January she started to cycle back into her old ways of shutting everyone out and relying solely on me for everything. I tried to explain that this wasn’t good and that she seemed like she was getting too comfortable relying solely on me and that she should also lean on her friends and family for some things in life. The months rolled on like this and things weren’t improving. We went to my best friends wedding about 3 weeks ago and she got drunk and started claiming she was single which really pissed me off and I pulled her aside and questioned why she was saying something like that and she said because I hadn’t asked her to officially be my gf again (I had and she said we needed to figure things out more before we used those titles) and I said even though we might not use those titles we have still been in an exclusive relationship for the past 8 or so months. When she got drunk she would often take her frustrations out on me and belittle me and make me feel like shit, I told her at the beginning of us getting back together that I wouldn’t stand for her doing that again and she did it at my best friends wedding. I was mad and distant for the next week and she started saying she wasn’t sure if things would work out between us and I told her to think about what she wanted in the relationship and if that was her decision then I will respect it but she never made the decision.
Last week she was at my house getting ready to go to her “friends” apartment to make dinner and she kissed me goodbye and left, then the next day she came back to my place and kissed me then too. I went out for a family event and got back to her sleeping on the couch with her phone unlocked and checked her messages and the first one was from the guy she had actually gone to see the night before and had slept over with. I woke her up and ended things on the spot.
I’ve been in a deep deep sadness since then because even with all the problems we had I would never have expected our relationship of 8 years to end like that. She says it wasn’t cheating because we weren’t official and that she had expressed her thoughts on us ending the relationship the week before but I never took it as us being over especially considering she was still at my house being affectionate every single day.
She hasn’t apologized or expressed any feelings towards me since, she hasn’t reached out to say anything. I know she is spending everyday with this new guy already and I’m sitting here thinking about how I am the one who fucked this up. I feel like I should have seen this coming. It doesn’t feel fair that she already has someone else to make her feel better and I’m lost without knowing how to even begin dating again. Everyone always talks about how good looking of a guy I am and how I am way out of her league but over the many years she never expressed anything that built my confidence so even if I am good looking and have a lot to offer I don’t recognize it in myself.
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We(27M&F) were together since the beginning of college and had a great relationship through college. After college things started to change and she began struggling with her mental health which I tried to support her through in the only ways I knew how. After going through the same empty promises I ended things with her in January of 2023, fast forward 6 months and she finally did the work I had begged her to do and showed major improvements in her relationships with everyone else in her life. We decided to give it another chance and things went really well from July 2023-January 2024.
Around January she started to cycle back into her old ways of shutting everyone out and relying solely on me for everything. I tried to explain that this wasn’t good and that she seemed like she was getting too comfortable relying solely on me and that she should also lean on her friends and family for some things in life. The months rolled on like this and things weren’t improving. We went to my best friends wedding about 3 weeks ago and she got drunk and started claiming she was single which really pissed me off and I pulled her aside and questioned why she was saying something like that and she said because I hadn’t asked her to officially be my gf again (I had and she said we needed to figure things out more before we used those titles) and I said even though we might not use those titles we have still been in an exclusive relationship for the past 8 or so months. When she got drunk she would often take her frustrations out on me and belittle me and make me feel like shit, I told her at the beginning of us getting back together that I wouldn’t stand for her doing that again and she did it at my best friends wedding. I was mad and distant for the next week and she started saying she wasn’t sure if things would work out between us and I told her to think about what she wanted in the relationship and if that was her decision then I will respect it but she never made the decision.
Last week she was at my house getting ready to go to her “friends” apartment to make dinner and she kissed me goodbye and left, then the next day she came back to my place and kissed me then too. I went out for a family event and got back to her sleeping on the couch with her phone unlocked and checked her messages and the first one was from the guy she had actually gone to see the night before and had slept over with. I woke her up and ended things on the spot.
I’ve been in a deep deep sadness since then because even with all the problems we had I would never have expected our relationship of 8 years to end like that. She says it wasn’t cheating because we weren’t official and that she had expressed her thoughts on us ending the relationship the week before but I never took it as us being over especially considering she was still at my house being affectionate every single day.
She hasn’t apologized or expressed any feelings towards me since, she hasn’t reached out to say anything. I know she is spending everyday with this new guy already and I’m sitting here thinking about how I am the one who fucked this up. I feel like I should have seen this coming. It doesn’t feel fair that she already has someone else to make her feel better and I’m lost without knowing how to even begin dating again. Everyone always talks about how good looking of a guy I am and how I am way out of her league but over the many years she never expressed anything that built my confidence so even if I am good looking and have a lot to offer I don’t recognize it in myself.
2024.05.16 20:45 Serious-Course-7191 More results How can I complain about missing product in Flipkart?
Here are the steps to file a complaint about a missing product on Flipkart: Releted..... 1If you're not satisfied with Flipkart's response, you can escalate the complaint by contacting their customer service team(070615-13641) directly via phone, email, or their official complaint channels.
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- Locate the order where the product is missing and click on "Report Issue".
- Select the reason "Item not received" from the options provided.
- Provide details about the missing item, including the name, quantity, and order date.
- Explain the situation clearly, noting when you placed the order and any attempts you've made to reach out to Flipkart.
- Upload any supporting documents or photos that can help verify the issue, such as delivery proof or communication with Flipkart.
- Submit the complaint and Flipkart will review it. They may reach out to you for more information.
- Flipkart will then investigate the issue and get back to you with their resolution, which could include a refund, replacement, or further assistance.
- If you're not satisfied with Flipkart's response, you can escalate the complaint by contacting their customer service team directly via phone, email, or their official complaint channels.
- Keep records of all your communications with Flipkart throughout the complaint process.
2024.05.16 20:45 QuillAndTrowel Of Our Own Device
Bill Rogers locked the garage door, slid the hose into the driver’s side window, climbed into the back seat, laid down and shut his eyes. When he woke up, he was surrounded by clouds and a blue sky. A man, neither young nor old stood next to him. He wore a coat like an Afghan goat herder, Bill thought, maybe made of sheepskin, or cowhide—tough to say, as Bill was no expert in husbandry. The man was small where Bill was large. Bill was six-three and two hundred and fifty pounds. He had played tight-end in college and lorded his physical stature over small men all his life. He felt it gave him an advantage at contract negotiations. He always made sure to be sitting when the opposing lawyers walked in because his size was hidden. Then he would stand up from behind table—a great reveal, a physical imposition—in an effortless attempt to intimidate the other team. It was mostly an effective strategy. The man, nearly a foot shorter, and a petite lady’s-weight less was standing almost eye-level with Bill. He sheepishly looked at Bill and asked if he was happy now.
“I suppose so,” Bill answered, rather dazed and unaware of all that was happening. “Are you God?” asked Bill. The old man smiled knowingly and set his delicate hand on Bill’s shoulder. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” Bill attempted to stand up but the man’s hand held him in place without applying any extra force. “A scotch would be nice! Do they serve scotch in heaven?” he laughed. The man laughed and gave Bill a scotch.
“Let me tell you, God, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it! When do we go through the pearly gates?”
“I’m afraid you’ve seen too many Hollywood movies. That’s not how it works. Tell me, how was life on Earth?”
“Well, I guess you can tell by how I checked out it wasn’t great. But I am feeling better now. Sometimes you just need a good night’s sleep, I guess, right?”
“I guess so. You weren’t very happy down there. But that’s what I’m here for. You can fix it all now. Tell me, what went wrong in your life?”
“Wait, is this Purgatory then?”
He chuckled, “No. Don’t be silly. What went wrong down there?”
“I knew it—those nuns were all off. Well, for one, I worked too much. I spent 80, 90, 100 hours a week every week for years—hell, probably decades when you add it all up—in the office, chasing the ring, getting the promotion.” His thought broke and he looked at the man and said, “you know I cleared 950-k last year?” Sinking back into his thoughts, “but it wasn’t enough for her. She could give Cleopatra a run for her money. Man she could spend. I worked all the time, always on the road to a different client’s office, eating airport food, never exercising. Traded my health and youth for wealth, then she got to enjoy it. I ended up all alone in my big house, all by myself and my LonelyFans Platinum subscription. Look at me, I got so fat no pretty woman could stand to look at me. If I could do it again, I’d go back and just make 60k a year, keep my health, my good looks, and go to clubs every night and dance with beautiful women. I wasted so much.”
“Wow, thanks for being so honest, Bill. I’m glad you were honest, because now I can give you the chance to fix it. I am going to give you the opportunity to craft the life you always wanted, the life you dreamed of! This is your chance Bill, to do it right this time. You had a full life, you tried out things: some worked, some didn’t—that trip to Tokyo probably didn’t help your marriage, did it; but now that’s all behind, now you get to create the perfect one based on everything you learned. Now you get to play God to yourself. You will have the power to create any life you want: money, women, food, servants, power, glory, the revenge on everybody who did you wrong—anything.”
“Oh, Good Lord, heaven is even better than Mother Superior led on! I get to do that? Now?”
“Yes, I’m granting you this power. Total freedom to do what you want. You deserve it! You’ve earned it, Bill.”
“Ok, so what do I do? Just point and make something happen?”
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle, “everybody always wants to point at things like some Vegas magician. The entire creation was spoken into existence, but ever since Adam people want to point things into existence—whatever makes them happy, I guess. Anyway, you’ve got the power of the Lord, do it however you want!”
Bill pointed to a cloud in front of him and a new truck appeared before his eyes. “Holy moly, I can’t believe it’s real.” The sun reflecting off the chrome was just a big blur to Bill Rogers water-filled eyes. He had to squint to see that it had the turbodiesel engine he had imagined. “I’m not going to get carried away on the wealth. I learned my lesson there. It doesn’t buy happiness. I had eight digits in my savings account,” he looked to see if the man was listening, “and look at where that got me. No, just a simple life for me,” he pointed to a cloud and four-bed, three-bath house with in-law suite and three car garage next to a lush green lawn appeared. It fronted a cul-de-sac. “You can’t take it with you, right?” he laughed.
“Is that it, Bill? What else do you want?”
“Well, like I said, I want to be young and healthy.” His stomach disappeared into his abdominal muscles and the brown spots and wrinkles on his hands vanished into a smooth clear skin.
“And what are you going to do with your time? Go back to your old job?”
“Ohh, you got a good sense of humor, God!” The old man laughed along with Bill. “Like I said, I just want to live a normal life and go to the bars at night, talk to beautiful women. Dance with them, smile, laugh. Have fun, that’s all.”
“Your wish, is my command,” he said, and Bill asked if that is how it really worked, and the old man laughed: “no, but people really started to ask for it after Aladdin got big, so I started doing it.”
“You’re a real people-pleaser, aren’t you, God?”
The small man’s sheepish smile resurfaced and a faint pink tint rose up to his pale cheeks.
“That is it for now, enjoy your new life, Bill. I’ll be back to check on you after a while.”
“Thanks, God, you really are great.”
“Oh, wait, one more thing—I almost forgot. In your newly made, perfect, heavenly life— do you want your children here?”
Bill let out a huge laugh, “of course! How could I forget! Yes, of course, I want to see my children! Not every day—and don’t have the Queen of Sheba bring ‘em by either, if you know what I mean,” he nudged the old man with his elbow, almost knocking his small frame over, “but yes I always regretted not having more time with the kids.”
“Great, I’ll make that happen. I’ll be ba-a-a-a-a-ck,” he said as he turned around.
A door appeared out of nowhere and the old man glided over to it, with his sheepskin coat dragging behind him. The door opened and he walked through it. It began to close, but his coat got caught in the door, and he had to reach back and yank it through. As the coat flew up, Bill thought he saw the tip of a German Sheppard’s tail and wondered if the dog had been there all along, but soon didn’t care as he saw his new neighbor, a young blonde woman in yoga pants and high heels getting into her Mercedes coupe. He tried to get her attention, but she was focused on fixing her lipstick and hair in the mirror as she drove away.
Bill settled down into his new life, got comfortable in his small house and extended cab truck, and began going out to bars and clubs, just as he had imagined. Every night there was a bar to go to filled with beautiful women, and they all were happy to let him buy drinks and chat for a while. Sometimes he would invite one or two to dance and they’d agree, and then disappear with their friends. Other times he would meet a young woman in pub and talk to her; they’d laugh and joke and maybe she would give him her number and maybe not. But he never saw the same woman twice. If he called or texted a woman, she never responded. If he asked a woman if she’d like to go somewhere for coffee she always declined and said she had to get back home.
On the rare chance that a woman did sit down and talk with him, the conversation was always the same: polite introductions, niceties, some flirtatious exchanges. He tried to talk to the beautiful women about life, what they wanted, what mattered to them, but they all just said they liked to have fun to some degree or another.
After three weeks of going to the bars and trying to talk to women, Bill got tired of going out. He stayed at home for a week, then he tried to find his neighbor again. He saw her car in the drive and rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. He only ever saw her driving away.
After a couple slow weeks, he tried going out again, but it was the same routine: a few drinks, a few laughs, nothing to talk about and goodbye, never to be seen again. Bill sat in his truck in the garage and contemplated his after-life. He wiped a tear from his cheek and heard someone knocking on his front door. He let the old man in, and Bill sat down at the barstool.
“Can I take your coat?”
“No, I like to keep it on. I came by to see how you are doing?”
“This isn’t what I thought heaven would be like,” said Bill, hunched forward, hands between his legs, staring at the floor.”
“Heaven?” said the old man, looking up at Bill. “Where did you get that idea?”
“Who are you?”
The old man took off the sheepskin coat and Bill saw the gray and white fur all over his body. The gray tail dragged on the floor, and the old man’s face looked like the snout of a grey wolf.
“This is your own doing, Bill. You made the life you wanted. You’ve had two chances now. This one you are stuck with, forever. No escaping. No crying, no laying down in the back of your truck for eternal sleep. This is the eternal sleep.”
“This is hell.”
“Call it what you will.”
The wolf got down on all fours and walked to the door. “Can you let me out?”
Bill opened the door and the wolf ran outside, almost knocking over the two people walking up Bill’s sidewalk.
“What are you doing here,” he shouted at them.
“We came to see you!”
“No! Get away! Get out of here, go! Go!”
The woman was getting in her Mercedes and looked over to see what the ruckus was about, but then looked away before making eye contact.
“Dad, we missed you! So, we followed you here. The old man told us how to find you! He asked us what our perfect life would be, and we told him ‘we just want to be with our Dad.’”
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“I suppose so,” Bill answered, rather dazed and unaware of all that was happening. “Are you God?” asked Bill. The old man smiled knowingly and set his delicate hand on Bill’s shoulder. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” Bill attempted to stand up but the man’s hand held him in place without applying any extra force. “A scotch would be nice! Do they serve scotch in heaven?” he laughed. The man laughed and gave Bill a scotch.
“Let me tell you, God, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it! When do we go through the pearly gates?”
“I’m afraid you’ve seen too many Hollywood movies. That’s not how it works. Tell me, how was life on Earth?”
“Well, I guess you can tell by how I checked out it wasn’t great. But I am feeling better now. Sometimes you just need a good night’s sleep, I guess, right?”
“I guess so. You weren’t very happy down there. But that’s what I’m here for. You can fix it all now. Tell me, what went wrong in your life?”
“Wait, is this Purgatory then?”
He chuckled, “No. Don’t be silly. What went wrong down there?”
“I knew it—those nuns were all off. Well, for one, I worked too much. I spent 80, 90, 100 hours a week every week for years—hell, probably decades when you add it all up—in the office, chasing the ring, getting the promotion.” His thought broke and he looked at the man and said, “you know I cleared 950-k last year?” Sinking back into his thoughts, “but it wasn’t enough for her. She could give Cleopatra a run for her money. Man she could spend. I worked all the time, always on the road to a different client’s office, eating airport food, never exercising. Traded my health and youth for wealth, then she got to enjoy it. I ended up all alone in my big house, all by myself and my LonelyFans Platinum subscription. Look at me, I got so fat no pretty woman could stand to look at me. If I could do it again, I’d go back and just make 60k a year, keep my health, my good looks, and go to clubs every night and dance with beautiful women. I wasted so much.”
“Wow, thanks for being so honest, Bill. I’m glad you were honest, because now I can give you the chance to fix it. I am going to give you the opportunity to craft the life you always wanted, the life you dreamed of! This is your chance Bill, to do it right this time. You had a full life, you tried out things: some worked, some didn’t—that trip to Tokyo probably didn’t help your marriage, did it; but now that’s all behind, now you get to create the perfect one based on everything you learned. Now you get to play God to yourself. You will have the power to create any life you want: money, women, food, servants, power, glory, the revenge on everybody who did you wrong—anything.”
“Oh, Good Lord, heaven is even better than Mother Superior led on! I get to do that? Now?”
“Yes, I’m granting you this power. Total freedom to do what you want. You deserve it! You’ve earned it, Bill.”
“Ok, so what do I do? Just point and make something happen?”
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle, “everybody always wants to point at things like some Vegas magician. The entire creation was spoken into existence, but ever since Adam people want to point things into existence—whatever makes them happy, I guess. Anyway, you’ve got the power of the Lord, do it however you want!”
Bill pointed to a cloud in front of him and a new truck appeared before his eyes. “Holy moly, I can’t believe it’s real.” The sun reflecting off the chrome was just a big blur to Bill Rogers water-filled eyes. He had to squint to see that it had the turbodiesel engine he had imagined. “I’m not going to get carried away on the wealth. I learned my lesson there. It doesn’t buy happiness. I had eight digits in my savings account,” he looked to see if the man was listening, “and look at where that got me. No, just a simple life for me,” he pointed to a cloud and four-bed, three-bath house with in-law suite and three car garage next to a lush green lawn appeared. It fronted a cul-de-sac. “You can’t take it with you, right?” he laughed.
“Is that it, Bill? What else do you want?”
“Well, like I said, I want to be young and healthy.” His stomach disappeared into his abdominal muscles and the brown spots and wrinkles on his hands vanished into a smooth clear skin.
“And what are you going to do with your time? Go back to your old job?”
“Ohh, you got a good sense of humor, God!” The old man laughed along with Bill. “Like I said, I just want to live a normal life and go to the bars at night, talk to beautiful women. Dance with them, smile, laugh. Have fun, that’s all.”
“Your wish, is my command,” he said, and Bill asked if that is how it really worked, and the old man laughed: “no, but people really started to ask for it after Aladdin got big, so I started doing it.”
“You’re a real people-pleaser, aren’t you, God?”
The small man’s sheepish smile resurfaced and a faint pink tint rose up to his pale cheeks.
“That is it for now, enjoy your new life, Bill. I’ll be back to check on you after a while.”
“Thanks, God, you really are great.”
“Oh, wait, one more thing—I almost forgot. In your newly made, perfect, heavenly life— do you want your children here?”
Bill let out a huge laugh, “of course! How could I forget! Yes, of course, I want to see my children! Not every day—and don’t have the Queen of Sheba bring ‘em by either, if you know what I mean,” he nudged the old man with his elbow, almost knocking his small frame over, “but yes I always regretted not having more time with the kids.”
“Great, I’ll make that happen. I’ll be ba-a-a-a-a-ck,” he said as he turned around.
A door appeared out of nowhere and the old man glided over to it, with his sheepskin coat dragging behind him. The door opened and he walked through it. It began to close, but his coat got caught in the door, and he had to reach back and yank it through. As the coat flew up, Bill thought he saw the tip of a German Sheppard’s tail and wondered if the dog had been there all along, but soon didn’t care as he saw his new neighbor, a young blonde woman in yoga pants and high heels getting into her Mercedes coupe. He tried to get her attention, but she was focused on fixing her lipstick and hair in the mirror as she drove away.
Bill settled down into his new life, got comfortable in his small house and extended cab truck, and began going out to bars and clubs, just as he had imagined. Every night there was a bar to go to filled with beautiful women, and they all were happy to let him buy drinks and chat for a while. Sometimes he would invite one or two to dance and they’d agree, and then disappear with their friends. Other times he would meet a young woman in pub and talk to her; they’d laugh and joke and maybe she would give him her number and maybe not. But he never saw the same woman twice. If he called or texted a woman, she never responded. If he asked a woman if she’d like to go somewhere for coffee she always declined and said she had to get back home.
On the rare chance that a woman did sit down and talk with him, the conversation was always the same: polite introductions, niceties, some flirtatious exchanges. He tried to talk to the beautiful women about life, what they wanted, what mattered to them, but they all just said they liked to have fun to some degree or another.
After three weeks of going to the bars and trying to talk to women, Bill got tired of going out. He stayed at home for a week, then he tried to find his neighbor again. He saw her car in the drive and rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. He only ever saw her driving away.
After a couple slow weeks, he tried going out again, but it was the same routine: a few drinks, a few laughs, nothing to talk about and goodbye, never to be seen again. Bill sat in his truck in the garage and contemplated his after-life. He wiped a tear from his cheek and heard someone knocking on his front door. He let the old man in, and Bill sat down at the barstool.
“Can I take your coat?”
“No, I like to keep it on. I came by to see how you are doing?”
“This isn’t what I thought heaven would be like,” said Bill, hunched forward, hands between his legs, staring at the floor.”
“Heaven?” said the old man, looking up at Bill. “Where did you get that idea?”
“Who are you?”
The old man took off the sheepskin coat and Bill saw the gray and white fur all over his body. The gray tail dragged on the floor, and the old man’s face looked like the snout of a grey wolf.
“This is your own doing, Bill. You made the life you wanted. You’ve had two chances now. This one you are stuck with, forever. No escaping. No crying, no laying down in the back of your truck for eternal sleep. This is the eternal sleep.”
“This is hell.”
“Call it what you will.”
The wolf got down on all fours and walked to the door. “Can you let me out?”
Bill opened the door and the wolf ran outside, almost knocking over the two people walking up Bill’s sidewalk.
“What are you doing here,” he shouted at them.
“We came to see you!”
“No! Get away! Get out of here, go! Go!”
The woman was getting in her Mercedes and looked over to see what the ruckus was about, but then looked away before making eye contact.
“Dad, we missed you! So, we followed you here. The old man told us how to find you! He asked us what our perfect life would be, and we told him ‘we just want to be with our Dad.’”
***
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2024.05.16 20:44 Silly_Bell_6374 Finding Peace Amidst Uncontrollable Anxiety
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." — Philippians 4:6-7 (ESV)Anxiety can feel overwhelming, like a storm that rages within us, leaving us feeling powerless and out of control. In these moments, it is important to remember that we are not alone. God's Word offers us comfort and guidance, reminding us that He is with us even in the midst of our anxiety.
Philippians 4:6-7 calls us to bring our anxieties to God in prayer. This scripture doesn't dismiss our feelings or tell us to simply "get over it." Instead, it acknowledges that we will face anxiety but provides a clear, divine solution: prayer and thanksgiving. When we present our concerns to God, we open ourselves to His peace—a peace that surpasses all human understanding. Personal Testimony
There was a time when I felt completely overwhelmed by anxiety. The weight of my worries seemed too much to bear, and no amount of reasoning could calm my mind. It was during this time that I turned to prayer more earnestly than ever before. Each day, I would lay my anxieties before God, thanking Him for His presence and trusting in His provision. Gradually, I began to experience a peace that I couldn't explain—a peace that quieted my anxious thoughts and brought calm to my spirit.
Practical Steps
- Daily Prayer: Set aside time each day to pray. Start by acknowledging your anxieties and then thank God for His constant presence and love. Ask for His peace to fill your heart and mind.
- Scripture Meditation: Meditate on scriptures that speak about God's peace and His power over anxiety. Write them down and place them where you can see them throughout the day.
- Gratitude Journal: Keep a journal where you write down things you are thankful for each day. Focusing on gratitude shifts your perspective from your worries to the blessings in your life.
- Community Support: Share your struggles with a trusted friend or a church community. Allow others to pray for you and offer support.
- Professional Help: Sometimes, anxiety can be overwhelming, and seeking help from a counselor or therapist is a wise and courageous step.
Prayer
Heavenly Father, I come before You with a heart heavy with anxiety. You know my worries and the things that keep me up at night. I ask for Your peace to wash over me, calming my mind and heart. Help me to trust in Your goodness and to lean on You in every situation. Thank You for being my refuge and strength. In Jesus' name, Amen."Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." — Philippians 4:6-7Anxiety may come, but it doesn't have to control us. By turning to God in prayer, immersing ourselves in His Word, and surrounding ourselves with a supportive community, we can find peace amidst the storm. Remember, God's peace is not just a temporary fix; it is a profound, transformative gift that guards our hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Trust in Him, for He cares for you deeply.
You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you. -- Isaiah 26:3
2024.05.16 20:43 Herprettyapple AITAH for being jealous of Kurtis Connor?
I don’t understand why so many women thirst over Kurtis Connor. He makes videos all the time about how guys are being misogynistic and should do better and I guess nothing turns women on more than that. It’s crazy. I have occasionally tried saying stuff like he says on my social media but women don’t react to it. I don’t get it, but it pisses me off that so many women are like “yeah Kurtis Connor is a real man and he’s the only man.” What did this guy do to make women love him so much?
I see women in the comments saying “it’s so hot when a man respects us” but plenty of men respect women and open doors for them and yet they are still single. I might have toxic thoughts about relationships and women sometimes but I don’t go around disrespecting women and yet they don’t date me or think I’m attractive. Fuck this Kurtis guy.
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I see women in the comments saying “it’s so hot when a man respects us” but plenty of men respect women and open doors for them and yet they are still single. I might have toxic thoughts about relationships and women sometimes but I don’t go around disrespecting women and yet they don’t date me or think I’m attractive. Fuck this Kurtis guy.
2024.05.16 20:43 Euphoric-Sugar-6308 28 [F4M] LF Ka-talking stage na iiwan din ako
Not looking for a fling, anything long term, hook up, dating, etc.
Purely talking lang. Someone na pwede masabihan ng daily ganap/feelz/emotionizms ko HAHA sorry ang tanda ko na pero sana pasok parin ako sa pref niyo as a kausap na matino
About myself: grad school cutie, makulit sa chat pag nasa mood, decent, good listener, straightforward, chill lang, wala na akong hobbies masyado because of grad school hahah
About you: decent, respectful, kaya mag open ng topics about life in general or any chika lang, has substance and depth, good humor (hindi masyadong seryoso)
Hmu? Send me a good intro and why need natin mag usap.
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Purely talking lang. Someone na pwede masabihan ng daily ganap/feelz/emotionizms ko HAHA sorry ang tanda ko na pero sana pasok parin ako sa pref niyo as a kausap na matino
About myself: grad school cutie, makulit sa chat pag nasa mood, decent, good listener, straightforward, chill lang, wala na akong hobbies masyado because of grad school hahah
About you: decent, respectful, kaya mag open ng topics about life in general or any chika lang, has substance and depth, good humor (hindi masyadong seryoso)
Hmu? Send me a good intro and why need natin mag usap.
2024.05.16 20:43 Fluffy_Salamander999 AITAH for asking my gf to stop seeing her friends ?
I (28M) am dating my gf (29F) for almost a year now. Everything is happening so great between us, good energy, she is very lovely and shows me her love languages in many ways (gifts, quality moments together, sweet words, hugs...). We happened to meet eachother's friends which normal, and I immediately liked the ones she introduced me to, and also we became good mates. But the thing is I never met her closest friends. She told me they're not my type. Actually I found out they are racist and usually make jokes about anyone who is not white, but especially African people. I myself am Nort African, and in my country (France) we face racism so often. My gf tells me I don't have to worry because I will never meet them so I will never witness their racism. What triggers me the most is that she knows how touchy the subject is for me and how I struggled with this racism since I'm a kid. She doesn't have the same pov as them but she never told them to stop saying such things. Her friends all know my origins but keep making bad jokes. She tells me they all have different origins so there is nothing to be mad about. But the ones who make jokes are the European ones. I asked her to tell them it's not okay to say, even if I am not hearing what they say (i usually hear on discord, without them knowing I am listening). She says she won't because they'll never change. So I told her to chose between them and me. We really love each other and I feel like an AH asking this. The thing is that with her not saying stop to these racist comments, I feel like she agrees with them, like she validates their thoughts, make them think it's okay to say so. And somehow I'd be their indirect token. I feel not respected. And except this "little detail", the relationship is absolutely smooth and cosy with her. Idk what should I do. And I am very afraid I over reacted. Thank you for helping me seeing more clear about this situation.
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2024.05.16 20:42 OverzealousNapper Struggling with feeling confident in claiming bisexuality
I (F 23) have identified with the bisexual orientation since I was around 11. It has always been a very confusing part of my life and I often feel as though I may be missing something about my sexuality. When it comes to sex, I have been with all men and one woman who at the time identified as nonbinary. I’ve never even come close to being in a relationship with another woman. My only long term relationships have been with men and I have been dating my current boyfriend for a little less than two years. We live together and have plans of marriage and starting a family. I’m very attracted to him and he’s honestly the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything’s great, I love him with all my heart. He is the safest place that I know and my best friend in the world. I hate touching people but find myself always wanting to cuddle him. He’s so handsome to me. At first I didn’t think much of his looks but found myself wildly attracted to his looks the more in love we fell. That I’ve noticed is a running theme in my life, the more I get to know someone the more attractive they become. Every so often I look at lesbian porn and there are periods when I do it more often. I also notice that I get off much more often and quickly than with my boyfriend when I watch it. I’m not sure if it’s the women on the screen or the comfort of being alone but it concerns me more than I’d ever be comfortable admitting to him. I’m thinking about cutting it out completely because I feel that it is a betrayal to my partner to indulge in something that he can’t necessarily offer me. I’ve never been in a relationship with another woman just that one sexual encounter and a couple of make out sessions with some others. I’m really afraid to wake up one day and realize that I am actually a lesbian, but I also feel very confident with my boyfriend and I’s future as a couple. Just looking for some advice, kind words, or anything else this community may have to offer as I try and navigate these confusing feelings.
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2024.05.16 20:42 QuillAndTrowel [MF] Of Our Own Device
Bill Rogers locked the garage door, slid the hose into the driver’s side window, climbed into the back seat, laid down and shut his eyes. When he woke up, he was surrounded by clouds and a blue sky. A man, neither young nor old stood next to him. He wore a coat like an Afghan goat herder, Bill thought, maybe made of sheepskin, or cowhide—tough to say, as Bill was no expert in husbandry. The man was small where Bill was large. Bill was six-three and two hundred and fifty pounds. He had played tight-end in college and lorded his physical stature over small men all his life. He felt it gave him an advantage at contract negotiations. He always made sure to be sitting when the opposing lawyers walked in because his size was hidden. Then he would stand up from behind table—a great reveal, a physical imposition—in an effortless attempt to intimidate the other team. It was mostly an effective strategy. The man, nearly a foot shorter, and a petite lady’s-weight less was standing almost eye-level with Bill. He sheepishly looked at Bill and asked if he was happy now.
“I suppose so,” Bill answered, rather dazed and unaware of all that was happening. “Are you God?” asked Bill. The old man smiled knowingly and set his delicate hand on Bill’s shoulder. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” Bill attempted to stand up but the man’s hand held him in place without applying any extra force. “A scotch would be nice! Do they serve scotch in heaven?” he laughed. The man laughed and gave Bill a scotch.
“Let me tell you, God, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it! When do we go through the pearly gates?”
“I’m afraid you’ve seen too many Hollywood movies. That’s not how it works. Tell me, how was life on Earth?”
“Well, I guess you can tell by how I checked out it wasn’t great. But I am feeling better now. Sometimes you just need a good night’s sleep, I guess, right?”
“I guess so. You weren’t very happy down there. But that’s what I’m here for. You can fix it all now. Tell me, what went wrong in your life?”
“Wait, is this Purgatory then?”
He chuckled, “No. Don’t be silly. What went wrong down there?”
“I knew it—those nuns were all off. Well, for one, I worked too much. I spent 80, 90, 100 hours a week every week for years—hell, probably decades when you add it all up—in the office, chasing the ring, getting the promotion.” His thought broke and he looked at the man and said, “you know I cleared 950-k last year?” Sinking back into his thoughts, “but it wasn’t enough for her. She could give Cleopatra a run for her money. Man she could spend. I worked all the time, always on the road to a different client’s office, eating airport food, never exercising. Traded my health and youth for wealth, then she got to enjoy it. I ended up all alone in my big house, all by myself and my LonelyFans Platinum subscription. Look at me, I got so fat no pretty woman could stand to look at me. If I could do it again, I’d go back and just make 60k a year, keep my health, my good looks, and go to clubs every night and dance with beautiful women. I wasted so much.”
“Wow, thanks for being so honest, Bill. I’m glad you were honest, because now I can give you the chance to fix it. I am going to give you the opportunity to craft the life you always wanted, the life you dreamed of! This is your chance Bill, to do it right this time. You had a full life, you tried out things: some worked, some didn’t—that trip to Tokyo probably didn’t help your marriage, did it; but now that’s all behind, now you get to create the perfect one based on everything you learned. Now you get to play God to yourself. You will have the power to create any life you want: money, women, food, servants, power, glory, the revenge on everybody who did you wrong—anything.”
“Oh, Good Lord, heaven is even better than Mother Superior led on! I get to do that? Now?”
“Yes, I’m granting you this power. Total freedom to do what you want. You deserve it! You’ve earned it, Bill.”
“Ok, so what do I do? Just point and make something happen?”
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle, “everybody always wants to point at things like some Vegas magician. The entire creation was spoken into existence, but ever since Adam people want to point things into existence—whatever makes them happy, I guess. Anyway, you’ve got the power of the Lord, do it however you want!”
Bill pointed to a cloud in front of him and a new truck appeared before his eyes. “Holy moly, I can’t believe it’s real.” The sun reflecting off the chrome was just a big blur to Bill Rogers water-filled eyes. He had to squint to see that it had the turbodiesel engine he had imagined. “I’m not going to get carried away on the wealth. I learned my lesson there. It doesn’t buy happiness. I had eight digits in my savings account,” he looked to see if the man was listening, “and look at where that got me. No, just a simple life for me,” he pointed to a cloud and four-bed, three-bath house with in-law suite and three car garage next to a lush green lawn appeared. It fronted a cul-de-sac. “You can’t take it with you, right?” he laughed.
“Is that it, Bill? What else do you want?”
“Well, like I said, I want to be young and healthy.” His stomach disappeared into his abdominal muscles and the brown spots and wrinkles on his hands vanished into a smooth clear skin.
“And what are you going to do with your time? Go back to your old job?”
“Ohh, you got a good sense of humor, God!” The old man laughed along with Bill. “Like I said, I just want to live a normal life and go to the bars at night, talk to beautiful women. Dance with them, smile, laugh. Have fun, that’s all.”
“Your wish, is my command,” he said, and Bill asked if that is how it really worked, and the old man laughed: “no, but people really started to ask for it after Aladdin got big, so I started doing it.”
“You’re a real people-pleaser, aren’t you, God?”
The small man’s sheepish smile resurfaced and a faint pink tint rose up to his pale cheeks.
“That is it for now, enjoy your new life, Bill. I’ll be back to check on you after a while.”
“Thanks, God, you really are great.”
“Oh, wait, one more thing—I almost forgot. In your newly made, perfect, heavenly life— do you want your children here?”
Bill let out a huge laugh, “of course! How could I forget! Yes, of course, I want to see my children! Not every day—and don’t have the Queen of Sheba bring ‘em by either, if you know what I mean,” he nudged the old man with his elbow, almost knocking his small frame over, “but yes I always regretted not having more time with the kids.”
“Great, I’ll make that happen. I’ll be ba-a-a-a-a-ck,” he said as he turned around.
A door appeared out of nowhere and the old man glided over to it, with his sheepskin coat dragging behind him. The door opened and he walked through it. It began to close, but his coat got caught in the door, and he had to reach back and yank it through. As the coat flew up, Bill thought he saw the tip of a German Sheppard’s tail and wondered if the dog had been there all along, but soon didn’t care as he saw his new neighbor, a young blonde woman in yoga pants and high heels getting into her Mercedes coupe. He tried to get her attention, but she was focused on fixing her lipstick and hair in the mirror as she drove away.
Bill settled down into his new life, got comfortable in his small house and extended cab truck, and began going out to bars and clubs, just as he had imagined. Every night there was a bar to go to filled with beautiful women, and they all were happy to let him buy drinks and chat for a while. Sometimes he would invite one or two to dance and they’d agree, and then disappear with their friends. Other times he would meet a young woman in pub and talk to her; they’d laugh and joke and maybe she would give him her number and maybe not. But he never saw the same woman twice. If he called or texted a woman, she never responded. If he asked a woman if she’d like to go somewhere for coffee she always declined and said she had to get back home.
On the rare chance that a woman did sit down and talk with him, the conversation was always the same: polite introductions, niceties, some flirtatious exchanges. He tried to talk to the beautiful women about life, what they wanted, what mattered to them, but they all just said they liked to have fun to some degree or another.
After three weeks of going to the bars and trying to talk to women, Bill got tired of going out. He stayed at home for a week, then he tried to find his neighbor again. He saw her car in the drive and rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. He only ever saw her driving away.
After a couple slow weeks, he tried going out again, but it was the same routine: a few drinks, a few laughs, nothing to talk about and goodbye, never to be seen again. Bill sat in his truck in the garage and contemplated his after-life. He wiped a tear from his cheek and heard someone knocking on his front door. He let the old man in, and Bill sat down at the barstool.
“Can I take your coat?”
“No, I like to keep it on. I came by to see how you are doing?”
“This isn’t what I thought heaven would be like,” said Bill, hunched forward, hands between his legs, staring at the floor.”
“Heaven?” said the old man, looking up at Bill. “Where did you get that idea?”
“Who are you?”
The old man took off the sheepskin coat and Bill saw the gray and white fur all over his body. The gray tail dragged on the floor, and the old man’s face looked like the snout of a grey wolf.
“This is your own doing, Bill. You made the life you wanted. You’ve had two chances now. This one you are stuck with, forever. No escaping. No crying, no laying down in the back of your truck for eternal sleep. This is the eternal sleep.”
“This is hell.”
“Call it what you will.”
The wolf got down on all fours and walked to the door. “Can you let me out?”
Bill opened the door and the wolf ran outside, almost knocking over the two people walking up Bill’s sidewalk.
“What are you doing here,” he shouted at them.
“We came to see you!”
“No! Get away! Get out of here, go! Go!”
The neighbor was getting into her Mercedes and looked over to see what the yelling was about, but then looked away before she could make eye contact.
“Dad, we missed you! So, we followed you here. The old man told us how to find you! He asked us what our perfect life would be, and we told him ‘we just want to be with our Dad.’”
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“I suppose so,” Bill answered, rather dazed and unaware of all that was happening. “Are you God?” asked Bill. The old man smiled knowingly and set his delicate hand on Bill’s shoulder. “What can I do to make you comfortable?” Bill attempted to stand up but the man’s hand held him in place without applying any extra force. “A scotch would be nice! Do they serve scotch in heaven?” he laughed. The man laughed and gave Bill a scotch.
“Let me tell you, God, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it! When do we go through the pearly gates?”
“I’m afraid you’ve seen too many Hollywood movies. That’s not how it works. Tell me, how was life on Earth?”
“Well, I guess you can tell by how I checked out it wasn’t great. But I am feeling better now. Sometimes you just need a good night’s sleep, I guess, right?”
“I guess so. You weren’t very happy down there. But that’s what I’m here for. You can fix it all now. Tell me, what went wrong in your life?”
“Wait, is this Purgatory then?”
He chuckled, “No. Don’t be silly. What went wrong down there?”
“I knew it—those nuns were all off. Well, for one, I worked too much. I spent 80, 90, 100 hours a week every week for years—hell, probably decades when you add it all up—in the office, chasing the ring, getting the promotion.” His thought broke and he looked at the man and said, “you know I cleared 950-k last year?” Sinking back into his thoughts, “but it wasn’t enough for her. She could give Cleopatra a run for her money. Man she could spend. I worked all the time, always on the road to a different client’s office, eating airport food, never exercising. Traded my health and youth for wealth, then she got to enjoy it. I ended up all alone in my big house, all by myself and my LonelyFans Platinum subscription. Look at me, I got so fat no pretty woman could stand to look at me. If I could do it again, I’d go back and just make 60k a year, keep my health, my good looks, and go to clubs every night and dance with beautiful women. I wasted so much.”
“Wow, thanks for being so honest, Bill. I’m glad you were honest, because now I can give you the chance to fix it. I am going to give you the opportunity to craft the life you always wanted, the life you dreamed of! This is your chance Bill, to do it right this time. You had a full life, you tried out things: some worked, some didn’t—that trip to Tokyo probably didn’t help your marriage, did it; but now that’s all behind, now you get to create the perfect one based on everything you learned. Now you get to play God to yourself. You will have the power to create any life you want: money, women, food, servants, power, glory, the revenge on everybody who did you wrong—anything.”
“Oh, Good Lord, heaven is even better than Mother Superior led on! I get to do that? Now?”
“Yes, I’m granting you this power. Total freedom to do what you want. You deserve it! You’ve earned it, Bill.”
“Ok, so what do I do? Just point and make something happen?”
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle, “everybody always wants to point at things like some Vegas magician. The entire creation was spoken into existence, but ever since Adam people want to point things into existence—whatever makes them happy, I guess. Anyway, you’ve got the power of the Lord, do it however you want!”
Bill pointed to a cloud in front of him and a new truck appeared before his eyes. “Holy moly, I can’t believe it’s real.” The sun reflecting off the chrome was just a big blur to Bill Rogers water-filled eyes. He had to squint to see that it had the turbodiesel engine he had imagined. “I’m not going to get carried away on the wealth. I learned my lesson there. It doesn’t buy happiness. I had eight digits in my savings account,” he looked to see if the man was listening, “and look at where that got me. No, just a simple life for me,” he pointed to a cloud and four-bed, three-bath house with in-law suite and three car garage next to a lush green lawn appeared. It fronted a cul-de-sac. “You can’t take it with you, right?” he laughed.
“Is that it, Bill? What else do you want?”
“Well, like I said, I want to be young and healthy.” His stomach disappeared into his abdominal muscles and the brown spots and wrinkles on his hands vanished into a smooth clear skin.
“And what are you going to do with your time? Go back to your old job?”
“Ohh, you got a good sense of humor, God!” The old man laughed along with Bill. “Like I said, I just want to live a normal life and go to the bars at night, talk to beautiful women. Dance with them, smile, laugh. Have fun, that’s all.”
“Your wish, is my command,” he said, and Bill asked if that is how it really worked, and the old man laughed: “no, but people really started to ask for it after Aladdin got big, so I started doing it.”
“You’re a real people-pleaser, aren’t you, God?”
The small man’s sheepish smile resurfaced and a faint pink tint rose up to his pale cheeks.
“That is it for now, enjoy your new life, Bill. I’ll be back to check on you after a while.”
“Thanks, God, you really are great.”
“Oh, wait, one more thing—I almost forgot. In your newly made, perfect, heavenly life— do you want your children here?”
Bill let out a huge laugh, “of course! How could I forget! Yes, of course, I want to see my children! Not every day—and don’t have the Queen of Sheba bring ‘em by either, if you know what I mean,” he nudged the old man with his elbow, almost knocking his small frame over, “but yes I always regretted not having more time with the kids.”
“Great, I’ll make that happen. I’ll be ba-a-a-a-a-ck,” he said as he turned around.
A door appeared out of nowhere and the old man glided over to it, with his sheepskin coat dragging behind him. The door opened and he walked through it. It began to close, but his coat got caught in the door, and he had to reach back and yank it through. As the coat flew up, Bill thought he saw the tip of a German Sheppard’s tail and wondered if the dog had been there all along, but soon didn’t care as he saw his new neighbor, a young blonde woman in yoga pants and high heels getting into her Mercedes coupe. He tried to get her attention, but she was focused on fixing her lipstick and hair in the mirror as she drove away.
Bill settled down into his new life, got comfortable in his small house and extended cab truck, and began going out to bars and clubs, just as he had imagined. Every night there was a bar to go to filled with beautiful women, and they all were happy to let him buy drinks and chat for a while. Sometimes he would invite one or two to dance and they’d agree, and then disappear with their friends. Other times he would meet a young woman in pub and talk to her; they’d laugh and joke and maybe she would give him her number and maybe not. But he never saw the same woman twice. If he called or texted a woman, she never responded. If he asked a woman if she’d like to go somewhere for coffee she always declined and said she had to get back home.
On the rare chance that a woman did sit down and talk with him, the conversation was always the same: polite introductions, niceties, some flirtatious exchanges. He tried to talk to the beautiful women about life, what they wanted, what mattered to them, but they all just said they liked to have fun to some degree or another.
After three weeks of going to the bars and trying to talk to women, Bill got tired of going out. He stayed at home for a week, then he tried to find his neighbor again. He saw her car in the drive and rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. He only ever saw her driving away.
After a couple slow weeks, he tried going out again, but it was the same routine: a few drinks, a few laughs, nothing to talk about and goodbye, never to be seen again. Bill sat in his truck in the garage and contemplated his after-life. He wiped a tear from his cheek and heard someone knocking on his front door. He let the old man in, and Bill sat down at the barstool.
“Can I take your coat?”
“No, I like to keep it on. I came by to see how you are doing?”
“This isn’t what I thought heaven would be like,” said Bill, hunched forward, hands between his legs, staring at the floor.”
“Heaven?” said the old man, looking up at Bill. “Where did you get that idea?”
“Who are you?”
The old man took off the sheepskin coat and Bill saw the gray and white fur all over his body. The gray tail dragged on the floor, and the old man’s face looked like the snout of a grey wolf.
“This is your own doing, Bill. You made the life you wanted. You’ve had two chances now. This one you are stuck with, forever. No escaping. No crying, no laying down in the back of your truck for eternal sleep. This is the eternal sleep.”
“This is hell.”
“Call it what you will.”
The wolf got down on all fours and walked to the door. “Can you let me out?”
Bill opened the door and the wolf ran outside, almost knocking over the two people walking up Bill’s sidewalk.
“What are you doing here,” he shouted at them.
“We came to see you!”
“No! Get away! Get out of here, go! Go!”
The neighbor was getting into her Mercedes and looked over to see what the yelling was about, but then looked away before she could make eye contact.
“Dad, we missed you! So, we followed you here. The old man told us how to find you! He asked us what our perfect life would be, and we told him ‘we just want to be with our Dad.’”
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2024.05.16 20:42 Herprettyapple Am I wrong for being jealous of Kurtis Connor?
I don’t understand why so many women thirst over Kurtis Connor. He makes videos all the time about how guys are being misogynistic and should do better and I guess nothing turns women on more than that. It’s crazy. I have occasionally tried saying stuff like he says on my social media but women don’t react to it. I don’t get it, but it pisses me off that so many women are like “yeah Kurtis Connor is a real man and he’s the only man.” What did this guy do to make women love him so much?
I see women in the comments saying “it’s so hot when a man respects us” but plenty of men respect women and open doors for them and yet they are still single. I might have toxic thoughts about relationships and women sometimes but I don’t go around disrespecting women and yet they don’t date me or think I’m attractive. Fuck this Kurtis guy.
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I see women in the comments saying “it’s so hot when a man respects us” but plenty of men respect women and open doors for them and yet they are still single. I might have toxic thoughts about relationships and women sometimes but I don’t go around disrespecting women and yet they don’t date me or think I’m attractive. Fuck this Kurtis guy.
2024.05.16 20:42 WrongRun4764 Groomsman dress being destroyed?!
It’s been a long time I wanted to submit this story to the Potato Queen herself!
It’s a long story, actually it’s two stories in one, because as it involves the same person over more than decade long, it’s worth telling the whole story all at once (and it makes it may more fun too!). I decided to share it because it’s the kind of story that doesn’t seem to happen very often.
Below you will find goodies about an ex, a wedding, a dress, a delivery company and more! Please simply be mindful English is not my first language, trying my best to entertain you all the same.
This story goes back a long way, when (let’s name him) Frank (M) and myself (F) were both in college (both 17 at the time, we’re now 33), young and naive teenagers. We started as friends and eventually decided to be together. We then decided to move to another city together, as I was about to start university.
It went well for a while and then started to go south. So, long story short, after about two years together, we decided to break up. It wasn’t a mean breakup or anything, I think we were mostly disappointed it didn’t work out. Anyway.
We live in the province of Quebec. For those who don’t know, there is this weird tradition of starting and ending about any lease on July 1st. I have no idea why, but Canada’s Day has always been for anybody moving, in this province, a synonym of sweating under the sun, moving boxes, lifting heavy things and ending the day with cold beer and cheap pizza in a new and probably not so clean apartment. Why this context? Because we broke up two weeks before July 1st. It means it was virtually impossible to find another apartment so close to this date. We were about 7 hours away from both our families living on the countryside. We were also awfully broke students. We decided to give it a chance at being roommates.
Yes, it was super awkward at first, really not easy to manage to say the least. We were walking on eggshells and were definitely on edge for a while. There were also some pretty awkward situations, like this one time he decided to bring a one night home as I was sleeping in the adjacent room. Not only that, but the shameful phone call he had to make, waking me up in the middle of the night, so I could unlock the front door because he had forgotten his keys to find out he had brought home an acquaintance of mine. Nowadays I find this story delightfully funny tbh. But on that night, as I couldn’t go back to sleep because the gal decided to show off how an amazing singer she could have been —because, oh boy, this voice carried loudly all the way to my ears for more than an hour — I did not find it funny. I was furious, but prepared myself for the eventuality it would ever happen again. Do you remember the “Tiny Wall Challenges”? Let’s just say I had some games ideas after that night.
Anyway, anybody would probably have walked away but we still deeply cared for each other. We even did better than just survive through this whole year as roommates, we decided to move into a bigger apartment with two other friends. Believe it or not, we stayed there two more years. Moreover, these years were some of the best years and I still keep lots of good memories from this period.
Fast forward to the second part of the story. After being roommates for years, at some point we parted ways and lived our lives. We maintained contact throughout the years and when Frank finally started dating his wife to be, I was absolutely happy for him. He asked her to marry him and she said yes! Our friendship still held such a high place in both our hearts that he asked me to be one of his groomsmen, with his other best friend and his little brother. I felt so honoured, as I was technically a female, to be chosen to be on his side at the wedding.
The bridesmaids chose matching dresses in a beautiful forest green, all from a specialized website from UK, and I was to also be in a dress on the groom’s side, but matching the colour of the other groomsmen suits. With Frank, We all shopped together for their suits, chose a beautiful dark grey for his and a light grey for us, and we were able to match it perfectly with clothing samples I ordered from the website. Everything was going as planned. That being done, I ordered the dress, considering buying two inches heel shoes to go with it. It would take about four months to be done and the dress would arrive about a month and a half before the wedding. I decided to wait for the dress to arrive to pick shoes to go with it.
Four months passed, and I finally received a notice that the dress was on its way. The bridesmaids dresses arrived a bit before mine and they were all absolutely beautiful. As we all ordered from the same shop, we were able to choose different dresses that suited each of our styles, with identical fabrics that made the whole thing look fantastic.
I received the delivery’s notice, saying it was to be delivered by DHL. (If you never had to deal with this delivery company before, let’s just say this in itself is a red flag, but what could I do.)
I chose a delivery date that I could be home all day. I awaited their arrival, and waited. At some point I received a notification that they couldn’t deliver it because there was an error in the address. I called DHL customer service as soon as I read it and could verify with the clerk on the phone that there was no error on the original delivery address and that actually, internally, they miss-wrote a letter of the postal code. The person assured me that the delivery person would be notified and they would then be on their way back.
I waited. It never came.
The next morning, I received a notification that, unable to deliver it, the expeditor had agreed to DESTROY the package! I screamed! Why in the world would the UK online shop allow to destroy a custom made dress that took four months to do?! And why the hell the delivery service didn’t make any other attempt after being responsible of the address error in the first place. I was beyond mad. I called DHL, they confirmed someone at the company had agreed on the destruction of the item. I wrote to the person I was in contact with from the beginning at the online shop (this lovely clerk who clearly never asked for any of this). Over there, they couldn’t find who the hell agreed to this insane request to destroy the dress. They were also appalled and didn’t understand how it could have happened. They could put a request to redo the dress rush, but we first needed to either try to stop the destruction from happening by going to the DHL warehouse directly, or to obtain a proof from DHL that the dress was irreversibly lost forever.
It felt surreal! The fiancées were both furious too. There was only one DHL warehouse we could go to do this kind of request in the city and it was really far. As the clock was ticking, they jumped in their car, joined me, and to the warehouse we went, arriving a few minutes before closing like an epic movie scene. The clerk there was mind blown by the whole situation. It seemed we were too late and the best we could do was to have the proof that, in their system, the dress had effectively transited and was destroyed.
With photos as proof in hand, I forwarded everything to the clerk of the online dress shop. Days passed, as they were awaiting the okay to start sewing a new dress. They were really trying their best to help the situation but it seemed to be a mess over there about the whole situation. We were now a month before the wedding. At some point, I was starting to panic. They finally agreed to redo it, but it would be waaaay too close before the wedding to receive it. Like a few days before kind of close, if nothing happened in transport this time.
I decided to go shopping for another dress. I spent a whole day trying to find the perfect grey that would fit the other groomsmen suits. In the last possible boutique, there was one dress checking all the criteria. I bought the new one and wrote to the first shop, hoping they would agree to refund the lost dress.
I took an appointment later that week to do the adjustments on the new dress. I then shopped for shoes. I found a cute pair with one inch heel that would be perfect for me. I’m not used to walking with heels, so the lower the better after all.
Like all this turmoil wasn’t enough, my family called and told me that my grandfather’s health suddenly decreased. Remember? Seven hours drive from family. I canceled some plans and bought a ticket for the night’s bus ride right after the dress fitting. On that morning, the UK shop agreed to refund the dress. That part was a big relief. I went to the dress fitting. At last, three weeks before the wedding, The second dress would be ready in about seven days. I came back home to gather some things to get back out to catch my bus.
But suddenly, the doorbell rang.
I opened.
Some DHL delivery man casually gave me a package and left.
Yes. That’s what you think.
I closed the door, went to my room, sat on the bed, opened the bag. It was indeed the first dress. I had a melt down. I cried so hard. I put the dress down, looked at it, told it “I’ll deal with you when I come back” and went away to the bus station.
Few days later, coming back from the family, I collected the second dress and dealt with the first one, which no longer fitted the length of the shoes! My MIL at the time knew an old lady who was lovely enough to accommodate me and do the fitting of the first one for a as modest price. I decided to keep it a secret until the wedding day. (These friends wouldn’t do any drama about reveals etc, nor would they think it was stealing any of their thunder, don’t worry about that.)
On the wedding morning, I effectively surprised the bride and groom with both dresses. They were mind blowed, flabbergasted to say the least! I put the original one for the official photoshoot and discretely changed right after dinner for the other one. People around that had followed the incredible adventures were laughing out loud and finding it hilarious that I decided to wear both of them as I had so much troubles!
Quite a story with dresses and with an ex, right? Guess what, I’m also the godmother of their first child!
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It’s a long story, actually it’s two stories in one, because as it involves the same person over more than decade long, it’s worth telling the whole story all at once (and it makes it may more fun too!). I decided to share it because it’s the kind of story that doesn’t seem to happen very often.
Below you will find goodies about an ex, a wedding, a dress, a delivery company and more! Please simply be mindful English is not my first language, trying my best to entertain you all the same.
This story goes back a long way, when (let’s name him) Frank (M) and myself (F) were both in college (both 17 at the time, we’re now 33), young and naive teenagers. We started as friends and eventually decided to be together. We then decided to move to another city together, as I was about to start university.
It went well for a while and then started to go south. So, long story short, after about two years together, we decided to break up. It wasn’t a mean breakup or anything, I think we were mostly disappointed it didn’t work out. Anyway.
We live in the province of Quebec. For those who don’t know, there is this weird tradition of starting and ending about any lease on July 1st. I have no idea why, but Canada’s Day has always been for anybody moving, in this province, a synonym of sweating under the sun, moving boxes, lifting heavy things and ending the day with cold beer and cheap pizza in a new and probably not so clean apartment. Why this context? Because we broke up two weeks before July 1st. It means it was virtually impossible to find another apartment so close to this date. We were about 7 hours away from both our families living on the countryside. We were also awfully broke students. We decided to give it a chance at being roommates.
Yes, it was super awkward at first, really not easy to manage to say the least. We were walking on eggshells and were definitely on edge for a while. There were also some pretty awkward situations, like this one time he decided to bring a one night home as I was sleeping in the adjacent room. Not only that, but the shameful phone call he had to make, waking me up in the middle of the night, so I could unlock the front door because he had forgotten his keys to find out he had brought home an acquaintance of mine. Nowadays I find this story delightfully funny tbh. But on that night, as I couldn’t go back to sleep because the gal decided to show off how an amazing singer she could have been —because, oh boy, this voice carried loudly all the way to my ears for more than an hour — I did not find it funny. I was furious, but prepared myself for the eventuality it would ever happen again. Do you remember the “Tiny Wall Challenges”? Let’s just say I had some games ideas after that night.
Anyway, anybody would probably have walked away but we still deeply cared for each other. We even did better than just survive through this whole year as roommates, we decided to move into a bigger apartment with two other friends. Believe it or not, we stayed there two more years. Moreover, these years were some of the best years and I still keep lots of good memories from this period.
Fast forward to the second part of the story. After being roommates for years, at some point we parted ways and lived our lives. We maintained contact throughout the years and when Frank finally started dating his wife to be, I was absolutely happy for him. He asked her to marry him and she said yes! Our friendship still held such a high place in both our hearts that he asked me to be one of his groomsmen, with his other best friend and his little brother. I felt so honoured, as I was technically a female, to be chosen to be on his side at the wedding.
The bridesmaids chose matching dresses in a beautiful forest green, all from a specialized website from UK, and I was to also be in a dress on the groom’s side, but matching the colour of the other groomsmen suits. With Frank, We all shopped together for their suits, chose a beautiful dark grey for his and a light grey for us, and we were able to match it perfectly with clothing samples I ordered from the website. Everything was going as planned. That being done, I ordered the dress, considering buying two inches heel shoes to go with it. It would take about four months to be done and the dress would arrive about a month and a half before the wedding. I decided to wait for the dress to arrive to pick shoes to go with it.
Four months passed, and I finally received a notice that the dress was on its way. The bridesmaids dresses arrived a bit before mine and they were all absolutely beautiful. As we all ordered from the same shop, we were able to choose different dresses that suited each of our styles, with identical fabrics that made the whole thing look fantastic.
I received the delivery’s notice, saying it was to be delivered by DHL. (If you never had to deal with this delivery company before, let’s just say this in itself is a red flag, but what could I do.)
I chose a delivery date that I could be home all day. I awaited their arrival, and waited. At some point I received a notification that they couldn’t deliver it because there was an error in the address. I called DHL customer service as soon as I read it and could verify with the clerk on the phone that there was no error on the original delivery address and that actually, internally, they miss-wrote a letter of the postal code. The person assured me that the delivery person would be notified and they would then be on their way back.
I waited. It never came.
The next morning, I received a notification that, unable to deliver it, the expeditor had agreed to DESTROY the package! I screamed! Why in the world would the UK online shop allow to destroy a custom made dress that took four months to do?! And why the hell the delivery service didn’t make any other attempt after being responsible of the address error in the first place. I was beyond mad. I called DHL, they confirmed someone at the company had agreed on the destruction of the item. I wrote to the person I was in contact with from the beginning at the online shop (this lovely clerk who clearly never asked for any of this). Over there, they couldn’t find who the hell agreed to this insane request to destroy the dress. They were also appalled and didn’t understand how it could have happened. They could put a request to redo the dress rush, but we first needed to either try to stop the destruction from happening by going to the DHL warehouse directly, or to obtain a proof from DHL that the dress was irreversibly lost forever.
It felt surreal! The fiancées were both furious too. There was only one DHL warehouse we could go to do this kind of request in the city and it was really far. As the clock was ticking, they jumped in their car, joined me, and to the warehouse we went, arriving a few minutes before closing like an epic movie scene. The clerk there was mind blown by the whole situation. It seemed we were too late and the best we could do was to have the proof that, in their system, the dress had effectively transited and was destroyed.
With photos as proof in hand, I forwarded everything to the clerk of the online dress shop. Days passed, as they were awaiting the okay to start sewing a new dress. They were really trying their best to help the situation but it seemed to be a mess over there about the whole situation. We were now a month before the wedding. At some point, I was starting to panic. They finally agreed to redo it, but it would be waaaay too close before the wedding to receive it. Like a few days before kind of close, if nothing happened in transport this time.
I decided to go shopping for another dress. I spent a whole day trying to find the perfect grey that would fit the other groomsmen suits. In the last possible boutique, there was one dress checking all the criteria. I bought the new one and wrote to the first shop, hoping they would agree to refund the lost dress.
I took an appointment later that week to do the adjustments on the new dress. I then shopped for shoes. I found a cute pair with one inch heel that would be perfect for me. I’m not used to walking with heels, so the lower the better after all.
Like all this turmoil wasn’t enough, my family called and told me that my grandfather’s health suddenly decreased. Remember? Seven hours drive from family. I canceled some plans and bought a ticket for the night’s bus ride right after the dress fitting. On that morning, the UK shop agreed to refund the dress. That part was a big relief. I went to the dress fitting. At last, three weeks before the wedding, The second dress would be ready in about seven days. I came back home to gather some things to get back out to catch my bus.
But suddenly, the doorbell rang.
I opened.
Some DHL delivery man casually gave me a package and left.
Yes. That’s what you think.
I closed the door, went to my room, sat on the bed, opened the bag. It was indeed the first dress. I had a melt down. I cried so hard. I put the dress down, looked at it, told it “I’ll deal with you when I come back” and went away to the bus station.
Few days later, coming back from the family, I collected the second dress and dealt with the first one, which no longer fitted the length of the shoes! My MIL at the time knew an old lady who was lovely enough to accommodate me and do the fitting of the first one for a as modest price. I decided to keep it a secret until the wedding day. (These friends wouldn’t do any drama about reveals etc, nor would they think it was stealing any of their thunder, don’t worry about that.)
On the wedding morning, I effectively surprised the bride and groom with both dresses. They were mind blowed, flabbergasted to say the least! I put the original one for the official photoshoot and discretely changed right after dinner for the other one. People around that had followed the incredible adventures were laughing out loud and finding it hilarious that I decided to wear both of them as I had so much troubles!
Quite a story with dresses and with an ex, right? Guess what, I’m also the godmother of their first child!
2024.05.16 20:42 meme-meupScotty iOS settings catalog policy to use DDM for updates not honoring filters
I wanted to test out the iOS update policy that you can configure using Declarative Device Management( DDM), which allows for completely user-interaction free updates (no approval needed, it'll force install when it hits a deadline, which is cool).
I assigned that policy using a test user group and filtered it to only devices that had a particular enrollmentprofile name. I've done this with other settings catalog settings, worked fine - it only applied to devices that I've put through a special enrollment profile. In fact, a separate policy targeting this same group and using the same filter shows up as Not Applicable... but the DDM policy is applying! Shows as succeeded in the config for the device.
Anyone else? The filters, particularly for iOS, have been a bit dodgy for over a year now...
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I assigned that policy using a test user group and filtered it to only devices that had a particular enrollmentprofile name. I've done this with other settings catalog settings, worked fine - it only applied to devices that I've put through a special enrollment profile. In fact, a separate policy targeting this same group and using the same filter shows up as Not Applicable... but the DDM policy is applying! Shows as succeeded in the config for the device.
Anyone else? The filters, particularly for iOS, have been a bit dodgy for over a year now...
2024.05.16 20:41 k80masturb80 AITA for pawning earrings that were gifted to me by my mother?
It’s been 3 years since this happened but i still feel guilty about it, and i wanted to get some unbiased opinions on this to see if i’m wrong for what i did. When i (24F) was turning 21, i was doing pretty poorly financially. I was in a relationship where my then-boyfriend (27M) was regularly irresponsible with his money. We lived together, and for several months i had to cover large portions of his half of rent. I was already not making much money at the time, so covering his expenses while also trying to keep myself afloat was extremely difficult, and there were several points where i had less than $50 to my name and had to go to sleep hungry. A few weeks before my birthday, my mother (62F) asked me what i wanted for my birthday. She had already known about my financial struggles, so i swallowed my pride and asked her for a little money to help me out with my bills. I didn’t put a specific number on it. I just asked for anything to help me, could’ve been 20 bucks and i would’ve been grateful for the help. I know it’s crass to ask someone for money as a gift but i was desperate and she knew it. Despite knowing that i needed financial help, she insisted on getting me a “real gift” because i should have something meaningful and special for a landmark birthday. Whatever, that’s fine and i understand feeling a need to give me something material. Half jokingly, i asked her for a bottle of tequila to help me celebrate my 21st instead. I suppose she didn’t think that was a good enough gift either, because when my birthday came and i opened it, it was a pair of diamond earrings. Nothing crazy, just some simple studs. I thanked her profusely and acted super excited because i knew that was the reaction she was hoping for, but deep down i felt kinda upset that she’d spent so much money on jewelry for me when i was just struggling to afford groceries. I want to make it clear that i was (and still am) extremely grateful for that gift, because the earrings still cost a lot of money and i know she really thought i’d be over the moon about them. It just wasn’t what i really needed at the time. Fast forwarding to a few weeks after my birthday, it was now time to pay rent for the month. After all my bills, i still had enough money to pay my share of the rent and have a couple hundred left over for groceries or whatever else i needed. But of course, my boyfriend came to me again saying he didn’t have the money to pay his part. So doing what i had to do, i decided once again to cover the leftover amount that he couldn’t. Once rent was paid, i had all of $6 in my account. I shit you not. This was a huge issue for me, especially because i had never had my accounts go into the single digits before and i also needed to get groceries because our fridge was almost completely empty. Being that i was essentially the sole provider for my ex and myself, i decided i needed to do whatever i could to make ends meet. I’m not proud of it, but times were tough. I took the earrings she bought me to a nearby pawn shop. i hadn’t even gotten a chance to wear them but honestly, i didn’t even want to. To me, they symbolized excess in a time of poverty. The man at the counter bought them off of me for only $80 but at the time, that was gold to me. For context, my mother left the tag on the earrings when i opened them, and they were on clearance for $300 so i wasn’t expecting much more money than that. The man who sold them to me texted me almost immediately after i left the shop. I assume he got my number from the form i had to fill out before selling that included my contact info. He told me he’d throw in an extra 50 if i went over to his house sometime. I declined, blocked him, and called the store the next day to complain to his boss that he was trying to solicit some kind of sexual favor from me and using the form i filled out to creep on me. Not really relevant to the story but i thought i’d share that lovely experience. That $80 ended up helping me through the week until i got my paycheck again, and i signed my ex up to be an UberEats driver so the motherfucker could cover his own ass next month. After that i started making a bit more money so i wasn’t constantly so stressed about paying my bills and running myself ragged. The earrings were mostly at the back of my mind until my mom asked me about them one day. I saw my mom at least twice a week, and after maybe a month or so, she asked why i never wore the earrings. I guess every time we hung out she was looking to see if i’d had them on. Not having the balls to tell her i pawned them, i told her i was afraid of wearing them somewhere and then losing them. She tried arguing with me a bit about how they wouldn’t fall off that easily, but i’m already an ~anxious~ person so i basically made it seem like i was just super anxious about them falling off somewhere and she dropped the bickering. Ever since then, every couple months, she brings up the earrings and asks again why i just don’t wear them. I don’t see her that often now, but she still notices. I always have varying excuses for why i don’t have them on. I just feel like i cannot be honest with her about selling them, because she would lose her mind and probably end up screaming at me over it. That’s not an exaggeration either, she’s extremely attached to material things and things that glitter and this would come as a huge slight to her. I just honestly needed the money more, and if she’d really wanted to give me something special that meant a lot to me, she would’ve just helped me as i’d originally asked. Unfortunately i know that even if i explained that to her, she wouldn’t understand just how dire my financial situation was at the time. Or she’d just insist that i could’ve somehow made ends meet. I’ve told a few friends about this as well as my current boyfriend, and they all say i’m NTA and i did what i needed to do. When i told my cousins up north, they both told me i should’ve just picked up more hours at work for extra cash and that i was wrong for selling them. Regardless of the verdict, I feel so guilty for it and for lying to my mom too. I just know how she reacts to most things and it’s never with an open mind. So, AITA for pawning earrings that were gifted to me by my mother?(also wanted to apologize in advance if the formatting looks awful, im on mobile)
2024.05.16 20:41 Denim_Skirt_4013 On psychiatric medication for my mental illness and concerned about how my mental illness and psych medications will affect my relationships.
So, I have been on several psychiatric medications since summer of 2015 and having to cope with side effects was difficult. My first long-term psychiatrist did not want to lower the dose of the medication out of fear of another hospitalization and told me something along the lines of "put up with the side effects". So, I did, and after gaining 66 pounds, getting excess skin and stretchmarks from weight gain, developing gynecomastia, sexual problems, being so sedated from taking antipsychotic medication at night that I would have trouble waking up in time for class, easily getting exhausted from 7 minutes of exercising to even 12 minutes of walking due to being out of shape, being in psych meds is a nightmare. One thing that bothers me dearly is the emotional blunting and sexual side effects. I have heard many stories from DeadBedrooms of how antidepressants and other psych medications led to breakups and divorces. Also having to deal with the stigma of being hospitalized for a mental health issue and eventually having to disclose that to a partner is frightening. There are many women (I am a straight man) who think that men with mental illnesses are creepy, abusive, and predatory. I have heard from many men with mental issues who disclosed their psychiatric diagnoses on their dating app bio ended up with hardly any matches and even worse, harassive and disrespectful direct messages from women in their DMs in the dating app.
I know that dating in 2024 sucks due to hookup culture and cringy dating apps like Tinder, but having a chronic mental illness compounds this problem. You got to hope that someone understanding and not ignorant matches with you. Gosh. I was hoping we can have a discussion about this in the comments.
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I know that dating in 2024 sucks due to hookup culture and cringy dating apps like Tinder, but having a chronic mental illness compounds this problem. You got to hope that someone understanding and not ignorant matches with you. Gosh. I was hoping we can have a discussion about this in the comments.
2024.05.16 20:41 Sweet-Count2557 Best Pizza in Manchester Nh
 | Best Pizza in Manchester Nh Are you ready to embark on a mouthwatering pizza adventure in Manchester, NH?Well, buckle up because we've got the inside scoop on the absolute best pizza spots in town. From crispy thin-crust wonders to flavor-packed deep-dish delights, we've curated a list that will make your taste buds dance with joy.Get ready to indulge in the finest ingredients, innovative toppings, and expertly crafted crusts that will leave you craving more. Trust us, these pizzerias are the real deal.Let's dive in and satisfy those pizza cravings!Key TakeawaysAnnulas Pizza & Deli is famous for its best-tasting calzones and delicious pizzas with a non-greasy crust. It has a family-friendly atmosphere and attentive staff, making it recommended for post-theater dining.Elm House of Pizza, formerly known as Theos Pizza and Restaurant, offers creative premium pies with regular pan pies and thin-crust pizzas available. It provides comfy booths for leisurely conversations.Vintage Pizza, founded by Kristopher and Dimitrios Kostakis in 2014, may have a run-down facade but serves top pizza in Manchester. It uses high-quality ingredients to craft unique and consistently delicious pies at a reasonable price, creating a homey ambiance.Clementos Pizzeria & Brew, owned by Gregg Joseph and opened in 2022, offers tasty crust with delicious toppings. It has a lively atmosphere for hanging out with friends and hosts entertainment nights with comedy, music, trivia, and open mic events. The owner is known for being accommodating and friendly.Alley Cat Pizzeria is an award-winning pizza place with over 25 years of operation. It specializes in pies closest to New York style, featuring a thin, airy, and crispy crust with charred edges. The savory sauce, exceptional cheese blends, and tasty toppings make it suitable for large eaters or big families.Venice Old Style Pizza serves delicious thin-crust pizzas and Italian staples in a traditional style. Its thin-crust pies have a crispy yet soft and chewy crust, and the restaurant uses high-quality ingredients and housemade sauce. The homey atmosphere is perfect for a comfortable and long catching up with friends or family.900 Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria, established by Priscilla Lane-Rondeau in 2007, offers Neapolitan pizzas baked in a wood-fired oven. It has a full bar serving great wines, cocktails, and beers. The industrial setting with a cozy atmosphere and a lovely patio for al fresco dining adds to the experience.Charlies, located at 1B Pinard St., offers a diverse menu with pizzas, subs, salads, burgers, chicken, and seafood. It provides a cozy and inviting atmosphere for hanging out with family, friends, or a special someone.Sals Pizza, established in Salem in 1990 by Salvatore and Nick Lupoli and located at 296 S Willow St, is one of the go-to pizza places in the city. It offers signature pizzasAnnulas Pizza & DeliWe've heard that Annulas Pizza & Deli is famous for their best-tasting calzones. As experienced pizza connoisseurs, we can attest to the fact that Annulas truly lives up to its reputation. Located in Manchester, NH, this pizzeria is a must-visit for all pizza lovers in the area.When it comes to safety, Annulas Pizza & Deli goes above and beyond. From the moment you step inside, you'll notice the clean and inviting atmosphere. The attentive staff ensures that all safety protocols are followed, giving you peace of mind while enjoying your meal.Now, let's talk about the star of the show: their pizzas. Annulas offers a wide variety of options, from classic cheese to specialty toppings. But what sets them apart is their non-greasy crust. We all know that a greasy pizza can be a safety hazard, but Annulas manages to strike the perfect balance between flavor and healthiness.Whether you're looking for a quick bite or a family-friendly dining experience, Annulas Pizza & Deli is the place to go. Their dedication to safety, combined with their delicious pizzas, make them one of the best pizza places in Manchester, NH. So, don't miss out on the opportunity to indulge in their mouthwatering calzones and experience the true taste of Annulas.Elm House of PizzaLet's head over to Elm House of Pizza for some delicious pies after we finish discussing our favorite pizzerias. Elm House of Pizza, located at 102 Elm St. in Manchester, NH, is a renowned pizzeria that has been satisfying pizza lovers for years. Formerly known as Theos Pizza and Restaurant, Elm House of Pizza offers a wide variety of creative premium pies that are sure to please even the pickiest of eaters.What sets Elm House of Pizza apart from other pizzerias in Manchester is their commitment to quality and taste. They offer both regular pan pies and thin-crust pizzas, allowing customers to choose their preferred style. The pizzas are made with high-quality ingredients and the crust is always cooked to perfection, resulting in a delicious and satisfying pizza experience.In terms of safety, Elm House of Pizza takes the well-being of their customers seriously. They ensure that their staff follows strict hygiene practices and maintain a clean and sanitized environment. Additionally, they offer contactless delivery and takeout options for those who prefer to enjoy their pizzas in the comfort of their own homes.When it comes to finding the best pizza in Manchester, NH, Elm House of Pizza is definitely a top contender. Their delicious and unique pies, combined with their commitment to safety, make them a favorite among pizza enthusiasts. So why not give them a try and indulge in some mouthwatering pizza goodness?Vintage PizzaVintage Pizza, founded by Kristopher and Dimitrios Kostakis in 2014, may have a run-down facade, but don't let that fool you – they serve some of the best pizza in Manchester. With their commitment to using high-quality ingredients, Vintage Pizza creates unique and consistently delicious pies that are reasonably priced.The homey ambiance adds to the overall dining experience, making it a favorite among locals and visitors alike.Quality Ingredients and FlavorsAmong the pizzerias discussed, Vintage Pizza stands out for its use of high-quality ingredients and consistently delicious flavors. We, as experienced pizza enthusiasts, can confidently say that Vintage Pizza knows how to create a pizza that satisfies both the taste buds and the desire for safety. Here are four reasons why Vintage Pizza excels in delivering a safe and flavorful pizza experience:Fresh Ingredients: Vintage Pizza sources its ingredients from trusted suppliers, ensuring that only the highest quality produce, meats, and cheeses are used. This commitment to freshness and quality minimizes any potential health risks.Attention to Food Safety: The staff at Vintage Pizza is well-trained in food safety protocols, ensuring that all pizzas are prepared in a clean and hygienic environment. From proper handwashing to temperature control, Vintage Pizza prioritizes the safety of its customers.Consistent Flavor Profiles: Vintage Pizza has mastered the art of creating consistently delicious pizzas. Each bite is bursting with flavor, thanks to the carefully selected ingredients and the skillful craftsmanship of the pizzaiolos.Customer Satisfaction: Vintage Pizza has built a loyal customer base by consistently delivering on its promise of tasty and safe pizzas. The positive reviews and repeat business speak volumes about the trust and satisfaction that customers have in Vintage Pizza.When it comes to enjoying a pizza that combines quality ingredients and delicious flavors, Vintage Pizza is the clear winner. You can indulge in their mouthwatering pizzas with the peace of mind that your safety is a top priority.Homey Ambiance and AtmosphereWe thoroughly enjoyed the homey ambiance and atmosphere at Vintage Pizza, creating a cozy and inviting space for us to savor our delicious pizzas.The restaurant may have a run-down facade, but don't let that deter you from experiencing their top-notch pizza. Vintage Pizza, founded by Kristopher and Dimitrios Kostakis in 2014, uses high-quality ingredients to craft unique and consistently delicious pies.Not only is the food reasonably priced, but the welcoming atmosphere adds an extra layer of comfort and safety. The staff at Vintage Pizza is attentive and friendly, ensuring a pleasant dining experience.Whether you're looking for a casual family outing or a night out with friends, Vintage Pizza provides a warm and inviting environment where you can enjoy great food and good company.Clementos Pizzeria & BrewI've heard that Clementos Pizzeria & Brew offers a wide variety of delicious pizzas and an entertaining atmosphere for hanging out with friends. Here are a few things that make Clementos stand out from other pizzerias in Manchester:Safety measures: Clementos takes safety seriously. They've implemented strict sanitation protocols to ensure a clean and hygienic environment for their customers. From regular cleaning and sanitizing to enforcing social distancing guidelines, they prioritize the well-being of their guests.Extensive menu options: Whether you're a meat lover, a vegetarian, or have specific dietary preferences, Clementos has got you covered. From classic cheese and pepperoni to unique and creative toppings, you'll find a pizza that suits your taste buds. They also offer gluten-free and vegan options for those with special dietary needs.Entertainment nights: Clementos goes beyond just serving great pizza. They host entertainment nights featuring comedy shows, live music, trivia, and open mic events. This adds an extra layer of fun and excitement to your dining experience.Friendly and accommodating owner: One of the best things about Clementos is the owner, Gregg Joseph. He's known for his warm and welcoming nature, always making sure that his customers feel valued and satisfied. Gregg goes the extra mile to ensure that everyone has a great time at Clementos.Pizza By Rocco ManchesterPizza By Rocco Manchester offers a wide variety of delicious pizzas with flavor-filled toppings and exceptional customer service. Our pizzeria, located at 210 Lowell St. in Manchester, NH, originated in Natick in 2018. We take pride in our thin crispy crust, which serves as the perfect base for our flavorful creations. We use only the finest ingredients, including whole milk mozzarella and homemade pizza sauce, to ensure that every bite is bursting with taste.At Pizza By Rocco Manchester, the safety and well-being of our customers are of utmost importance to us. We understand that our audience desires safety, and we take the necessary precautions to ensure a clean and hygienic environment. Our staff is trained in proper sanitation practices, and we adhere to all health and safety guidelines.When you visit Pizza By Rocco Manchester, you can expect quick and friendly service from our knowledgeable staff. We strive to provide an exceptional customer experience, making sure that every visit is enjoyable and satisfying. Whether you're dining in or ordering for takeout, we prioritize your comfort and satisfaction.Alley Cat PizzeriaLet's explore the award-winning Alley Cat Pizzeria, known for its specialty pies closest to New York style with thin, airy, and crispy crust and savory sauce. At Alley Cat Pizzeria, you can expect an exceptional dining experience with their delicious pizzas.Here are four reasons why Alley Cat Pizzeria stands out among the rest:Quality Ingredients: Alley Cat Pizzeria takes pride in using high-quality ingredients to craft their pizzas. From the fresh dough to the flavorful sauce and exceptional cheese blends, each bite is a delight for your taste buds.Variety of Toppings: Whether you're a meat lover or a vegetarian, Alley Cat Pizzeria offers a wide selection of toppings to satisfy every palate. From classic pepperoni and sausage to unique combinations like BBQ chicken and caramelized onions, there's something for everyone.Safe and Clean Environment: Alley Cat Pizzeria prioritizes the safety and cleanliness of their establishment. They adhere to strict hygiene protocols to ensure a worry-free dining experience for their customers.Attentive Staff: The friendly and attentive staff at Alley Cat Pizzeria will make you feel welcome and ensure that your dining experience is enjoyable. They're knowledgeable about the menu and can provide recommendations based on your preferences.When it comes to pizza in Manchester, Alley Cat Pizzeria is a top contender. Their dedication to quality, variety, cleanliness, and customer service sets them apart from the rest.Venice Old Style PizzaVenice Old Style Pizza, located at 610 Front St. in Manchester, NH, offers delicious thin-crust pizzas and traditional Italian staples.With their crispy yet soft and chewy crust, their traditional thin-crust pies are a treat for pizza enthusiasts.Using high-quality ingredients and housemade sauce, Venice Old Style Pizza creates a homey atmosphere perfect for enjoying a comfortable and long catching up with friends and family.Crispy Vs. Chewy CrustWhen it comes to the crust, we can't decide whether we prefer the crispy or chewy texture at Venice Old Style Pizza. The debate has been ongoing among our group of friends, as we all have different preferences when it comes to pizza crust.However, after numerous visits to Venice Old Style Pizza, we've come to appreciate both styles for their unique qualities. Here are four reasons why the crispy and chewy crust at Venice Old Style Pizza are equally delicious:Crispy crust: The thin, crispy crust offers a satisfying crunch with every bite. It provides a firm base for the toppings and adds an extra layer of texture to the pizza.Chewy crust: On the other hand, the chewy crust at Venice Old Style Pizza has a delightful elasticity that makes each slice a joy to eat. It allows for a more substantial bite and enhances the overall eating experience.Quality ingredients: Regardless of the crust texture, Venice Old Style Pizza uses high-quality ingredients, from the housemade sauce to the fresh toppings. This commitment to quality ensures that every pizza is delicious and safe to consume.Consistency: Whether you choose the crispy or chewy crust, you can expect the same level of quality and consistency at Venice Old Style Pizza. The skilled pizzaiolos work with precision to achieve the desired texture for every pizza they serve.Traditional Italian FlavorsWe can't help but reminisce about the traditional Italian flavors we experienced at Venice Old Style Pizza. Their mouthwatering pizzas feature fresh ingredients and authentic seasonings. As seasoned pizza connoisseurs, we've tasted our fair share of pizzas. However, Venice Old Style Pizza truly stands out with their commitment to quality and authenticity.From the moment we took a bite of their thin-crust pies, we were transported to the streets of Italy. The crispy yet soft and chewy crust perfectly complemented the high-quality ingredients and housemade sauce. It's evident that Venice Old Style Pizza takes great pride in their Italian heritage and their dedication to providing a safe dining experience.900 Degrees Neapolitan PizzeriaOne of our favorite pizzerias, Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria, offers delicious Neapolitan pizzas baked in a wood-fired oven. Here are four reasons why we highly recommend this pizzeria:Authentic Neapolitan Pizzas: At Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria, you'll find pizzas that stay true to their Neapolitan roots. The dough is made using traditional techniques and high-quality ingredients, resulting in a light and airy crust with a slightly charred flavor. Topped with fresh ingredients and cooked in a wood-fired oven, these pizzas deliver an authentic and mouthwatering experience.Cozy and Safe Atmosphere: Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria provides a cozy and welcoming atmosphere where you can enjoy your meal with peace of mind. The staff ensures that safety measures are in place, including proper sanitation and social distancing protocols. Whether you choose to dine in or take your pizza to go, you can feel confident in their commitment to your well-being.Extensive Menu Options: While Neapolitan pizzas are the main highlight, Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria offers a variety of options to satisfy everyone's taste buds. From classic Margherita to creative specialty pizzas, there's something for everyone. They also have a full bar serving great wines, cocktails, and beers, making it the perfect place to relax and unwind.Attention to Quality: Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria takes pride in using high-quality ingredients to deliver exceptional flavors. From the fresh toppings to the homemade sauce, every component of their pizzas is carefully selected and prepared. You can taste the dedication and passion in every bite.When it comes to Neapolitan pizzas, Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria is a top-notch choice. With their commitment to authenticity, cozy atmosphere, diverse menu options, and attention to quality, they truly stand out in the Manchester pizza scene. So, gather your loved ones and head over to Degrees Neapolitan Pizzeria for a delicious and safe dining experience.Frequently Asked QuestionsWhat Are Some Unique and Creative Pizza Toppings Offered at These Pizzerias?Some unique and creative pizza toppings offered at these pizzerias include teriyaki chicken with pineapple, caramelized onions, and peppers at Luisas Italian Pizzeria.Annulas Pizza & Deli is famous for their best-tasting calzones, while Elm House of Pizza offers creative premium pies.Vintage Pizza uses high-quality ingredients for their consistently delicious pizzas, and Pizza By Rocco Manchester uses whole milk mozzarella and homemade pizza sauce.These pizzerias provide a diverse range of toppings that cater to various tastes and preferences.Are There Any Gluten-Free or Vegan Pizza Options Available at These Pizzerias?Yes, there are gluten-free and vegan pizza options available at these pizzerias. We understand the importance of catering to different dietary needs and preferences.Pizzerias like Annulas Pizza & Deli, Elm House of Pizza, and Vintage Pizza offer gluten-free crust options for their pizzas.Additionally, establishments like Luisas Italian Pizzeria and Sals Pizza provide vegan cheese and vegetable toppings for their vegan pizza options.Do Any of These Pizzerias Offer Delivery or Take-Out Services?Yes, many of these pizzerias offer delivery or take-out services. Whether you're craving a unique and delicious pizza, a traditional and authentic pie, or a diverse menu option, you can enjoy these tasty offerings from the comfort of your own home.From Annulas Pizza & Deli to Luisas Italian Pizzeria, these establishments understand the importance of convenience and are happy to provide delivery or take-out options for their customers.Are There Any Special Promotions or Discounts Available for Customers at These Pizzerias?There are special promotions and discounts available for customers at these pizzerias. They offer various deals like buy-one-get-one-free, happy hour discounts, and combo meal offers.Additionally, some pizzerias have loyalty programs where you can earn points for every purchase and redeem them for free pizzas or other rewards.It's always a good idea to check their websites or social media pages for the latest promotions and discounts.Don't miss out on these great deals while enjoying the best pizza in Manchester, NH!Can Customers Make Reservations or Book Private Events at Any of These Pizzerias?Yes, customers can make reservations or book private events at some of these pizzerias. Each establishment has its own policies, so it's best to contact them directly for more information.Some pizzerias may have private event spaces available, while others may require advance reservations for large parties. Whether you're celebrating a special occasion or simply want to ensure a table for your group, it's always a good idea to check with the pizzeria beforehand to make arrangements.ConclusionJust like a perfectly baked pizza, the journey through Manchester, NH's best pizzerias has been a delight for the senses.Each establishment has its own unique flavor and charm, offering a slice of pizza heaven to all who enter.From the classic and comforting to the bold and innovative, these pizzerias have proven themselves as culinary artists, crafting masterpieces that satisfy both the stomach and the soul.So, grab a slice and savor the delectable flavors of Manchester's pizza scene. Your taste buds will thank you. submitted by Sweet-Count2557 to worldkidstravel [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 20:41 Iknoweverythingornot Help
I’m a 27 year old straight man looking for a trans as straight men say I guess…. Or MTF and I cannot find this ….. I’ve tried all the dating apps none work
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2024.05.16 20:41 sinomaltanews Sanctioning of Tigné structure endangers Valletta’s heritage status, NGO warns
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As the leader of the Malta Catholic Democratic Party, I would issue the following statement:
Statement on the Sanctioning of Tigné Structure
The Malta Catholic Democratic Party holds dear the values of our faith and the principles of democracy, which guide our vision for a Malta that respects its rich cultural heritage and the common good. It has come to our attention that the sanctioning of a structure along the Tigné coast has raised significant concerns regarding the preservation of Valletta’s status as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
We believe that the development and modernization of our cities must be balanced with the utmost respect for our historical sites and public spaces. The views of Valletta from Sliema are not merely a backdrop but a testament to our nation’s history and identity. The decision to sanction a structure that obstructs these views contradicts the values we stand for.
The Malta Catholic Democratic Party urges the Planning Authority and the Superintendence of Cultural Heritage to reconsider their stance. We advocate for a transparent and inclusive process that involves the community and respects international guidelines, such as those set by UNESCO.
Our commitment to democracy demands that we listen to the voices of the people and the concerns raised by NGOs like Flimkien Għal Ambjent Aħjar. We stand in solidarity with all who cherish Malta’s heritage and call for actions that ensure the protection and enhancement of our historical landscape for future generations.
In faith and democracy, [Your Name] Leader, Malta Catholic Democratic Party
This statement aligns with the party’s values and addresses the recent concerns regarding the Tigné structure and its impact on Valletta’s heritage status12. It emphasizes the importance of heritage conservation in the face of development and the need for responsible governance that reflects the will of the people and the protection of cultural assets.
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As the leader of the Malta Catholic Democratic Party, I would issue the following statement:
Statement on the Sanctioning of Tigné Structure
The Malta Catholic Democratic Party holds dear the values of our faith and the principles of democracy, which guide our vision for a Malta that respects its rich cultural heritage and the common good. It has come to our attention that the sanctioning of a structure along the Tigné coast has raised significant concerns regarding the preservation of Valletta’s status as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
We believe that the development and modernization of our cities must be balanced with the utmost respect for our historical sites and public spaces. The views of Valletta from Sliema are not merely a backdrop but a testament to our nation’s history and identity. The decision to sanction a structure that obstructs these views contradicts the values we stand for.
The Malta Catholic Democratic Party urges the Planning Authority and the Superintendence of Cultural Heritage to reconsider their stance. We advocate for a transparent and inclusive process that involves the community and respects international guidelines, such as those set by UNESCO.
Our commitment to democracy demands that we listen to the voices of the people and the concerns raised by NGOs like Flimkien Għal Ambjent Aħjar. We stand in solidarity with all who cherish Malta’s heritage and call for actions that ensure the protection and enhancement of our historical landscape for future generations.
In faith and democracy, [Your Name] Leader, Malta Catholic Democratic Party
This statement aligns with the party’s values and addresses the recent concerns regarding the Tigné structure and its impact on Valletta’s heritage status12. It emphasizes the importance of heritage conservation in the face of development and the need for responsible governance that reflects the will of the people and the protection of cultural assets.
2024.05.16 20:41 InvisibleRigatoni Does anyone feel that they never got closure?
I (27F) went through a faith crisis in 2018 before "leaving". I was trying hard to cling to the faith (when the boat rocks and all) and suppress my queer identity , and then I tried to have both, and then I was outed by a member of my YSA ward and for all intents and purposes excommunicated (mainly released from my callings, basically shunned by the rest of my ward and community, and pretty sure my temple recommend was revoked but they never actually told me and I didn't go to the temple for the last year I was in). I took my name off the membership records before my bishop could schedule a meeting (shout out to QuitMormon) and left.
At the time I felt so free once I got confirmation I was removed but now I am kind of struggling with how I never really got my shelf breaking moment and really my fate was sealed for me.
Now, 6 years later, I've been struggling with the fact that I never got the chance to bring my challenges about TSCC, church history, and other shelf items forward and really address them. I never got to challenge the faith because it was pretty much stripped away from me the second they realized I wasn't fitting into the mormon mold. I watched Under the Banner of Heaven on Hulu recently and am currently reading the book. While this focuses mostly on fundamentalism, it's bringing up those old church history issues I've had -- especially polygamy which was a huge one for me -- and stirring those old feelings back up.
I've been debating picking up a copy of BOM and D+C so I can go through and really identify all those things that made me want to leave and I guess sit with them? IDK if that's the right way to put it but like actually get the experience of deconstructing that I didn't really get.
Did anyone else experience this? Like I know I am never going back to the church, but I wish I could have the chance to bring these up and at least get them out there, even though I know I would've gotten the party line back.
Sorry if this makes no sense and thanks for indulging my ramble. Appreciate any advice you can give.
The good news is that, even with these lingering feelings, I am living my best life. I went to college, got a degree in Environmental Geology and Sustainability, work in addressing food apartheid in my city, and am living with my amazing girlfriend who I plan to propose to later this year. Faith crisis aside, being pushed away from the church community was the best thing to ever happen to me.
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At the time I felt so free once I got confirmation I was removed but now I am kind of struggling with how I never really got my shelf breaking moment and really my fate was sealed for me.
Now, 6 years later, I've been struggling with the fact that I never got the chance to bring my challenges about TSCC, church history, and other shelf items forward and really address them. I never got to challenge the faith because it was pretty much stripped away from me the second they realized I wasn't fitting into the mormon mold. I watched Under the Banner of Heaven on Hulu recently and am currently reading the book. While this focuses mostly on fundamentalism, it's bringing up those old church history issues I've had -- especially polygamy which was a huge one for me -- and stirring those old feelings back up.
I've been debating picking up a copy of BOM and D+C so I can go through and really identify all those things that made me want to leave and I guess sit with them? IDK if that's the right way to put it but like actually get the experience of deconstructing that I didn't really get.
Did anyone else experience this? Like I know I am never going back to the church, but I wish I could have the chance to bring these up and at least get them out there, even though I know I would've gotten the party line back.
Sorry if this makes no sense and thanks for indulging my ramble. Appreciate any advice you can give.
The good news is that, even with these lingering feelings, I am living my best life. I went to college, got a degree in Environmental Geology and Sustainability, work in addressing food apartheid in my city, and am living with my amazing girlfriend who I plan to propose to later this year. Faith crisis aside, being pushed away from the church community was the best thing to ever happen to me.