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Kadillac Kirk had been a good friend of mine for several years. I had met him through friends from The Spring Stage; and he never had anything to do with The Imp, which is why he didn’t appear in the Married Mary saga. Mary would have totally thrown herself at him, and Kirk would have definitely “thrown it in her.” He loved the ladies and often remarked that there was no such thing as an unappealing woman, nor was there anything sweeter than finding the pearl of passion in an outwardly plain dame. Fortunately for Kirk, he never met Mary. This was probably fortunate for Mary as well, seeing as Kirk was a confirmed bachelor and his rakish nature might have broken her fat heart.
Kirk was an older guy. Not MOE old, though. He was in his early forties, but he easily passed for a carefree dude in his 30s... not that he lied about his age. I only mention this trait to juxtapose Kirk’s genuine youthful air with Moe’s unconvincing youthful farce. Kirk dressed normally, avoided stupid jargon, and never busted out gimmicks like tarot cards or spells. He just existed, behaved affably, and people liked him for it.
He drove a classic 1962 Cadillac El Dorado convertible with red leather interior, and he lived in a charmingly quaint (and ridiculously expensive) neighborhood. How he made his fortune remained a mystery, but he never bloviated about his wealth. He just threw spectacular parties and people showed up. And, to my knowledge, he never tried to lure women into bed with his money (although I’m sure he got his fair share of boom-boom thanks to his digs and his wheels, even if the gold-diggers denied their monetary agendas).
Kirk was legitimately handsome. He was a drummer, he had a full head of black hair, he was clean-shaven, he worked out, and he knew all the hidden gems in Wellsprings. So why hadn’t I tried... or even desired to date him? I don’t know. I just didn’t feel drawn to him like that. He felt like a cool uncle and he had, thus far, never done anything to change my perception. Plus, the age difference weirded me out a little. Kirk didn’t look forty; but knowing that he had so much more life experience than I did created a power imbalance that would have creeped me out if we’d been dating. As buddies, I just felt supremely cool riding in his Cadillac, smoking Fantasia cigarettes, and hitting the speakeasies and jazz clubs I would have never known about if it weren’t for Kirk’s connections.
And he had been a good person to talk to about my romantic woes. He never lecherously suggested that I should date him, and he gave the type of tempered advice that only comes with lived experience. But he often lightly mocked me for my crush on Dennis and he did a hilarious impression of Smegal popping too soon over his “precious.” So when Mary “got me back” by doing whatever she did with to Dennis, I called Kadillac Kirk and told him the drinks were on me if he’d be my designated driver for the night.
Why hadn’t I called Whisky??? Well, A) Kirk was way more fun to hang out with, at least from my past experiences up to that point. And B) I needed to bitch about a boy, something I couldn’t do in good conscience in front of a guy I was dating. So I put on the sexiest plunging halter dress I owned, applied heavy eye makeup and spikey accessories, braved a pair of stilettos, and sashayed out to Kirk’s convertible. I felt like a badass rock star. I probably looked like a try-hard hooker.
Kirk: Daaaaay-um! Somebody really did do a number on you, huh? I know you said you were upset, but the gents are gonna be writing thank you notes to that fat girl and that butt-fucking hobbit.
Me: I just need to feel pretty and numb. And I trust you to keep me from making a fool of myself.
Kirk squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve got you. You do whatever you need to do to get rid of these demons.”
He sparked up a J and offered me the first puff. I gladly accepted. He took one puff of his own, but said that the rest was mine since he didn’t want to drive stoned. See? He was responsible! Weed wasn’t legal in California yet, so I got a little bit baked before I stashed the sativa in the glove box and wrapped a scarf around my hair like a starlet from the Golden Age of Hollywood. Kirk sped out of the parking lot and said he was taking me to a downtown hotel that was hosting a party that night in their lush lobby.
Kadillac Kirk pulled up to the main entrance, paid the valet, and then opened my door. I was wobbly from the weed. And I had stupidly decided to wear heels. You can get high or you can wear high (heels). You can’t have both. Not if you’ve repeatedly injured both ankles (as I have). I had to take Kirk’s arm to keep from keeling over. “Can people tell I’m stoned?” I whispered. Kirk replied, “Nobody’s paying any attention to anyone else’s intoxication. I promise you that much.” I nodded, steadied myself, and strutted alongside my very cool friend, feeling a little more confident.
A live jazz orchestra was playing Cole Porter as we entered the lobby. Everything sparkled. The music was even more intoxicating than the spliff had been. “Just One of Those Things” brought tears to my eyes since the lyrics hit every raw nerve regarding the Dennis debacle. But I smiled. It might sound mental, but being distraught over a trash fire of a one-sided romance was exhilarating. Immature, for sure. But also exhilarating. You see, that kind of sadness doesn’t hurt. Not really. It stings. It leaves little bruises, but it’s very safe to wallow in because you haven’t actually lost anything. Melancholia over that which you never had is as sweet as it is bitter; and that type of twisted splendor is rivaled only by Stendhal.
“Here's hoping we meet now and then. It was great fun, but it was just one of those things.” I sang along with the band, and a fat tear rolled down past my melancholic smile and onto my chin. Kirk brushed it aside. “Too close to home?” I wiped away the remnants of the tear’s journey from eye to chin and smiled a more genuine smile. “The perfect distance from home. Shall we get drinks? Remember, I’m buying.”
Kirk: No, no. This is your time to heal. And I’m here as your pal, not your chauffeur. What would the lady like?”
I pretended to barf. Kirk knew I hated it when he got overly formal and overly attentive. So he did it just to mess with me. “Shot of vodka,” I replied.
Kirk: How many?
I thought briefly. “FIVE.”
Kirk: Five to one, baby. One in five...
Me: No one here gets out alive.
Kirk: Are you able to hold yourself upright, or should you come with?
I took a seat on an ornate, damask-upholstered chaise lounge. “I’ll be okay. And I was kidding about the five shots.”
I sat there lost in the music for a while. I thought very little about Dennis. Even less about Mary. And not at all about Whisky (whom I had shagged less than a week ago). My mind danced through the ornate lighting in the hotel lobby, and I suddenly felt the need to join the hoity-toity guests on the dancefloor!
Kirk returned with four shots of vodka. Two for him, two for me. That was quite reasonable of him. He knew damn well that I couldn’t handle five shots, but he also knew that I was in a... state. One that called for more than a single shot. I raised a both miniature glasses to “No more ninnyhammers or hairy-footed lovers.” Kirk did his hilarious Smegal impression, we double-toasted, and downed the shots. The band launched into “Let’s Misbehave,” and I kicked off my stilettos and made a beeline for the dance floor.
“There’s something wild about you child that’s so contagious. Let’s be outrageous! Let’s misbehave.” Kadillac Kirk swept me up, twirled me around, and dipped me as we both sang along with the lyrics. I wasn’t swooning for him, but I was enthralled by the moment. The music, the dancing, the combination of booze and bud... so I kissed him as he pulled me back to my feet. And he kissed back. In a way that Dennis never had. In a way that Whisky’s beard wouldn’t permit. I didn’t feel the visceral sensations that I’d felt when Dennis had kissed me, but it felt nice to feel desired. And then I noticed that other guests were watching us and applauding. Now, that was a dopamine rush if ever there was one!
I gently broke away from the embrace, high-fived Kirk and returned to the chaise lounge to put my stupid shoes back on. He followed me and smashed his face back onto mine. I pulled away and laughed. “It was a moment,” I told him. “I appreciate the dance, and that kiss was the perfect finale. But it’s not happening again.”
Kirk: Not to worry, Valerie. I know you. I knew all along that we were performing, and I was more than happy to be your scene partner.
Me: And dance partner! Those were some excellent moves! I didn’t know you had ballroom training.
Kirk: You name it, I’ve mastered it. Another drink for the lady?
I pretended to barf again. “Not yet. I’m not sad right now. Do you mind if I just sit here and enjoy the music?”
Kirk: Ah. My kisses do have healing properties...
I flipped my hand up at him. “Knock that shit off, bro. I wanted to hang out with you because I trust you not to get weird. Even if I get weird, I know you have the maturity to balance me out.”
Kirk: Are you calling me old???
Me: No. I’m calling you rational, responsible, and respectful.
Kirk: Well, now. If you can articulate an alliterative statement that fluently, then you clearly aren’t drunk enough!
I dismissed this comment as a joke. And he did indeed knock off the flirtation. We had a perfectly pleasant time chatting and dancing (no more kissing, though). And then I noticed a girl I knew from Into the Woods entering the lobby. She’d played Florinda and I’d played Little Red. I called her name and waved enthusiastically. She waved back. And then her date entered. It was D.E.N.N.I.S. I sank into the chaise. Kirk caught on immediately. “The hobbit???” he asked. I nodded silently. “You wanna make out again?” he enthused. I shook my head. I had to go say hello to Flo. And I had an idea...
I crossed the lobby, smiled, squealed, and hugged her.
Florinda: Lil’ Red! It’s been forever! So glad to see you!!! This is my friend, Denny.
Dennis was shifting uncomfortably. I extended my hand. “Nice to meet you. I know your date from Into the Woods. I bet she could tell you some entertaining stories about that show...” Flo laughed out loud, well aware of the many misadventures to which I'd referred. Of course, she might have been laughing because Dennis never, ever listened to anyone else's stories. He was too busy telling, re-telling, slightly altering, and exaggerating his own.
Dennis: C’mon, Val...
Me: Oh, you’ve heard of me? Small world! You guys picked a great night to come here. They’re playing Cole Porter, and the band is delovely!
Florinda (appearing oblivious to the iciness between me and Dennis): Have you seen Prince Big Bad (Scumbanger) lately?
I laughed. “Last time I saw him, he was hitting on some nasty fat chick at The Imp.”
Flo and I both scoffed at the pervy pest. Into the Woods was where I’d initially met Scumbanger. He played The Wolf/Cinderella’s Prince. Again... typecasting. There’s a whole essay in my brain about my first encounter with the pest, during which he quoted the song that he sang to me in the show, “Hello, Little Girl.” But it gets into some pretty uncomfortable territory because he made me feel excited. Well, excited and scared. Nothing of note happened during Into the Woods, but our odd interactions did kind of set the stage for some extremely regrettable events during that Cats cast party.
I excused myself, saying that I needed to get back to my friend. And then I leaned in and said in a hushed voice to Flo, “Watch your ass with that one. If he’s the Denny I’m thinking of...” I gave her a look that only another female would be able to read. Her eyebrows shot up and she nodded. Dennis continued to shift as though he were trying to hold in a massive dump. “BABE! Uh...”
Flo apparently answered to that moniker as well. “What is it, Denny? Don’t worry. That was just telepathic girl talk. You apparently have a reputation...”
Dennis: Different Denny. I assure you I’m a pious gentleman.
Me: Ah. My mistake. Well, then. You guys have a good time! Nice to meet you, Denny. Great to see you, Flo!
I hugged Flo again, gave Dennis a curt nod, ignored the scent of mandarins and mountain air, and returned to Kirk.
I collapsed on the chaise lounge, exhausted from holding back the rage. I had no right to be mad at Florinda. I hadn’t seen her in three years, so how was she supposed to know that I’d had a thing with Dennis? Hell, I couldn’t even be mad at Dennis because the last time he and I had spoken in any meaningful way, I’d told him that I was no longer entertaining my crush on him. So why was I surprised to see him dating??? And why had he never taken ME out on a date like this??? And why wasn’t I smitten with Kadillac Kirk who HAD taken me out on a date like this, was an objectively excellent kisser, and a bona fide BALLER? What was wrong with me???
Kirk suggested going down the street to a quaint little bar and then sobering up at a diner closer to my apartment. I numbly nodded and followed him in silence for a few blocks. He assured me that I had “turned several heads” on the way to the new location, but I neither cared nor believed him. This wasn't the type of numbness I'd been aiming for. Now I needed to get schnockered. “Five shots of vodka, please.” Yes, I was serious.
Kadillac Kirk, my reliable designated driver, ordered only a beer and watched in something across between astonishment, concern, and delight as I slammed all five shots in rapid succession. I half expected to immediately retch all over the bar. But I felt fine. I half expected to immediately lose consciousness and wake up in the hospital. But I remained coherent. How I’d managed to take in that much hard liquor and suffer no direct consequences, I’ll never know.
I think I wanted to suffer. I wanted to either feel nothing at all or to feel a sickness bad enough to distract me from the scorching sting that pulsed through my being when I realized that I had lost the abstract notion I’d been addicted to this entire time. Hope. It wasn’t Dennis himself I couldn’t quit. It was that drug called hope. The hope that maybe, just maybe Dennis would give our romance a fair chance. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would make peace with himself, get his mind out of his crotch, and enjoy some agenda-free togetherness. The hope that maybe, just maybe he would stop bloviating about his admittedly impressive accomplishments for five fucking minutes and ask about my life. I had my own reasonably impressive accomplishments, even if they paled in comparison to his. A proper suitor would have enjoyed hearing about them.
But seeing him out with another woman, a woman who had no reason to parade her Dennis escapades before me as some means of revenge, a woman he was clearly courting of his own volition... My hope had died. It died before I’d had time to wean myself off it. Now I had to mourn the loss of hope, which is a very tricky brand of grief to navigate. Vodka wasn’t the answer, but it was what I had to work with. So it would have to do.
After enough time had passed without vomiting or collapsing, I asked Kirk to bring his car around to the bar so that I didn’t have to walk two and a half blocks drunk and in heels. He nodded and dramatically leaned in for a kiss. I recoiled. “DUDE! I told you. The moment has passed.”
Kirk: I beg your pardon. I misread your eyes. Thought I saw a green light...
Me: It’s fine. I just want to go home while I’m still feeling okay.
Kirk: Of course. Your chariot will be here soon.
He skipped off to fetch his Cadillac and I noticed that the lights in the bar were beginning to dance a bit. This should have been concerning. But then I realized that I was giggling. Wait... What? Oh shit. Sure, I was drunk from those shots. But what I was feeling in that moment wasn’t drunkery. It was stonery. Kirk probably misread my face because my pupils were dilated. Not from desire, but from drug use.
Some of you might be thinking that I was a bad friend for not introducing Lucy, an old dude connoisseur, to Kirk. Well... I did. Several years before the events of this story. He adored her. She, on the other hand, thought he was immature. And she wasn’t wrong. Lucy was astute when it came to sussing out a person’s true nature. Far more astute than I. Her initial assessment that Kirk was immature is about to be vindicated. Stretch those cringe muscles! It’s almost time for pie...
I somehow managed to get to his car. I honestly don’t recall how I got there. Did one of the bartenders carry me? Did some kind patron allow me to lean on him? Had Kadillac Kirk carried me out? I’m not sure. But my memory ceases to be fuzzy about halfway to the 24-hour diner. It might have been the very same 24-hour diner where Mary pulled her... shenanigans. I’ll never know.
Kirk: Would you say that you’re more drunk or more stoned?
Me: STONED. Definitely stoned.
Kirk made some sort of grunty noise and reached for my thigh. I slapped his hand.
Kirk: Stoned but not amorous? That’s rare.
I started laughing rather unkindly. “You’re a fucking horndog! I thought you were my safe straight male friend, dammit.”
Kirk: I solemnly swear that your safety is my primary concern, my stoned beauty.
I pretended to throw up.
Kirk: So... You’re not horny. But are you hungry? The diner I’m heading to makes this Maple Walnut Pie with the most sumptuous... sensual cream and exquisite drizzling of...
Me: Ew! Stop trying to bang the pie. Bro. Are YOU stoned? (Then I remembered the question.) Yes, I’m hungry. But I don’t like nuts. I’ll have banana cream.
Kirk made that repulsive grunty noise again. “Uhhhhh... Mmmmmm. Cream. Yessssss. Yes, we’ll be there in just a minute.” He was squirming in the driver's seat.
Me: GROSS, DUDE! If you’re gonna be like that I’ll just order HASH brows. Get it? Hash??? (I giggled uncontrollably.). You can’t make that sound nasty.
Kirk: Forgive my jokes. I think my blood sugar’s a bit low.
As Kirk parked, I began to wonder how I might get away with walking shoeless into the diner. The stilettos had to get off my feet. At least while I was walking. And Kirk was kind enough to give me his socks and wear his loafers “island style” into the establishment. Okay, that was gallant of him. Maybe he was going to behave himself for the rest of the evening.
I wasn’t terribly talkative as we sat down, and he expressed concern for my emotional well-being. I wasn’t coherent enough to explain what was happening to my emotions and I wasn’t sure I trusted him with my deep, dark secrets at that point. So I shrugged like a sulky teenager, ran my hands over my messy, windblown hair, and mumbled that I was “just hungry.” And right on cue, a very kind, slightly older waitress with a sweet southern accent stopped by to take our order.
Kirk: Ah, yes. We’ll have two cups of black coffee. And we’ll share a slice of that delectable Maple Walnut Pie.
Waitress: Oh, honey. That pie is scrumptious! I take it you’ve been here before?
Kirk: I have. This will be her first time to taste the splendor.
I hated to be a killjoy, but I interrupted and said to the waitress, “Ma’am? I’m sure the Maple Walnut is excellent, but could I please get a slice of Banana Cream? And a big glass of ice water?
Waitress: Sure, hon! Banana Cream’s just as yummy! I’ll be right back with those coffees and that big water.
Kirk was sucking on the tip of his forefinger and shaking his head a bit. “You’re passing up so many sensational... sensual...”
I put my forehead on the table and growled. “You swore you’d stop being nasty!” I held this #headdesk pose for quite some time before I finally lifted my head... only to see that Kirk was still sucking his fingertip and staring at me like a wild animal. “Pleeeeeease be normal,” I whined. “It’s been a really weird night for me.”
Kirk: Indeed. Many surprises. You know... You’re like titanium. Your flame burns so fast and so bright, if a guy doesn’t get in there while the iron is hot, he’ll never get another chance. I was too slow.
What the...? I was pretty sure he was wrong about titanium burning quickly. I’m no chemistry wiz, but my dad and my oldest brother are both big-brains when it comes to physics and chemistry. So I picked up some things just listening to them talk. Accurate or inaccurate, Kirk was being creepy again. He’d never been creepy towards me before, although I’d seen him act like this with other women. Usually with staggering success. Why????? His money. It had to be his money. Kirk was a nice-looking man, but holy shit... No amount of good looks could save this creep show.
And then, our sweet waitress sat down our coffees, my water, and the two slices of pie. After I gulped down a whole bunch of water, I grabbed a fork, prepared to quell my munchies... and then I froze. Kirk was quickly flicking his finger back and forth across the top of his pie. And moaning. He noticed my wide-eyed stare, smirked, sucked the tip of his thumb, picked up the plate with both hands, and began flicking his tongue across the tip of the triangular pie slice. And moaning some more. Well, there went my appetite.
Kirk took his middle finger and jabbed it into the crustless vertex of the pie slice, then he began pumping it in and out like a piston, and flicking his thumb across the increasingly demolished top layer of whipped cream. He gasped this time. People were starting to stare. His pointer finger joined his middle finger in the piston action, and he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Between flicks of the tongue, he groaned, “Oh yeah, baby... Let me taste you,” but it was kind of hard to understand him.
And I was either about to run to the back office, tell them that I was in danger and needed a police escort home... OR I was about to burst out laughing at the spectacle. Kirk continued... He removed his fingers and gregariously licked pie filling off of them. And then he started sucking his fingertips again, switching from middle to pointer, middle to pointer and emitting a delighted little, “Mmmmmm” with every suck.
Finally, he jabbed his fingers back into the utterly destroyed pie, lowered his face into the mess and lapped loudly and passionately, moaning, grunting, and mumbling “Come on, baby. Come on. Mmmmmm. Come on.” I could see the waitress and some dude in a suit heading over to the table, so I sank down in my seat, partially covered my face, but continued to watch the train wreck. At last, Kirk shuddered violently, he splatted his entire hand onto the plate and rubbed furiously. And then he locked eyes with me. He sucked the tip of his thumb one final time and said, “You...” There was a long pause during which Kirk lovingly stroked the mess he’d made. “You... are the pie.”
I don’t hang out with Kadillac Kirk anymore. But he’s still a bachelor, ladies!

Preface: I originally wrote this mini-novel in response to a comment from one of my most-admired frequent-commenters on this forum... but the original post has been unfortunately deleted, so I creating a NEW post that's starting-off directly in the middle of a recurring controversy... here it is:
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Trying not to anger anyone, and I suppose we could come up with a new "term" other than "market", but the reality in my area of the country is this; I AM paying what is being asked. I'm NOT negotiating anyone "down" below what they are asking. Mid xxx is the highest that I'm being asked* ... The other fools and I (61M) are sending DM's to each other to compare what is being asked. We are not exchanging negotiating techniques, nor trying to create a cartel for keeping prices low (as was suggested a couple days ago).
I don't live on a coast, but the cost of living is in my county is very similar to Scottsdale, Austin, Cherry Creek, Evanston, Barrington, Brentwood, Leawood, Edina, Ladue... so I don't think you can brush off my experiences as "just midwest bumpkins and hillbillies". (btw, yah I may have just named my home city, and the location of several of my new DM-friends. We're doing ok, even if aren't pretending to be on a coastal whaling expedition)
I am in process of trying to efficiently find a goldilocks scenario for a LTR and have been actively talking with 6 - 7 girls (4 from SD.com, 1 from WYP.com, 2 from freestyling at my favorite club). I am NOT setting a price, I am simply offering to be "generous" and they are telling me what they'd like to have (some understand the PPM/allowance terminology, others just ask for specific help with car payments, rent, or whatever), and I have almost always simply agreed.
*In last 4 months there have only been two times I've passed because the PPM was double what others have asked. One time she texted me back a week later and cut her number in half. The other was a fascinating situation where the stated amount was actually for her and her girlfriend to both participate in the bedroom activities (her profile hinted at that, but i had misinterpreted) which I think would have been complicated.
Two days ago, the latest new M&G was fantastic. We made-out in the parking lot afterwards, amazing!! On way home she texted describing that she wants to see me again this Thursday, and she isn't expecting anything, but she'd love it if I could help her pay for the babysitter and gas money (a single benjamin). Texting multiple times a day/night getting sexier and sexier. She's a 32yo knockout that had heads swiveling at the restaurant, and is exactly "my type".
It genuinely seems to me that these women (ranging in age from 22 to 36) are all very happy with the financial side of the arrangement, and they are all completely aware of my intent to have this next chapter of my life be a "forever thing". Dating can be painful, and I'm not going to be making my choices based on "market price", I'll be moving forward with a few, and then make a decision.
TL;DR: I'm agreeing to what is being asked. SD's (aka: fools) sometimes describe financial issues using words like "market". Dm for more specifics.

About a month ago my wife suddenly felt dizzy and like she was in a haze and had a decreased urine output. We got a 18oz cup for her to pee in and she was only peeing 1-3 fluid ounces at a time.
She drank 3 cups each being 18 ounces and then priduced a full 18 ounce cup of urine and she continued drinking water and was producing 18oz of urine about every hour.
She went to the doctor and they gave her antibiotics thinking it was a uti. They seemed to have helped but since she held her pee again a few times the symptoms came back again. She retuned to the doctor and was told the uti is gone but her symptoms remain.
Due to the decreased urine output we are suspecting a uti the doctor missed or kidney stones.
My wife has never had kidney stones however we just moved to a new place and she hasn't been active for over a year. She gained a little weight bit not much, only 15 pounds.
Planning to set up and appointment with her primary doctor but the appointment will likely not be for a few days or weeks depending on availability.
What do you all think? Does this sound like a kidney stone? She has slight pain on the left side of her back.
What testing should she have done to check for kidney stones or kidney related issues?

I'm asking this cause I bought this game recently complete and while at the store they had three copies one with red lettering on the side and two others with silver lettering in the side (I just about bought all three thinking they were different versions or sequels) the owner told me they were all the same game I can't find anything online about the silver writing on the side of the other one.
The owner said the two with silver writing weren't complete and they were over $100 each where as the one with red writing was complete and was over $200 on its own so I opted into getting that one but now I'm curious as I noticed someone who got two different rings one with amber stones and one with blue, green, and amber stones and mine from what I can tell are all amber so does the silver lettered version have the other ring or is it a euro copy or is it something completely different.
Also I can't remember as I didn't look at the boxes to well but I think it had the other artwork not the one with the girl using the bow but the other artwork on its box. Any help is appreciated.

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Hello guys and girls, i really need some opinions and advices on what the fuck happend.
So long story short, i met this girl on Bumble app. She is a stewardess and was staying in my city for roughly a month in total. We started texting there, i was funny and charming as usual so she gave me her whatsapp (number) and ig. We made plans to go for a date in like week and a half since we both were busy. I texted her on ig to reschedule the date and eventually we went on it. She was staying at a nice hotel 10 min away from me. I met her outside and when she came out i was like dam. Everything started going smoothly almost instantly, we clicked like i never clicked with somebody else before. Made jokes how something is gonna happen to her and she was like just let me have a gin and tonic first and i was like il let you have two of those because im a nice one. Later on we went to a second place to have drinks and i started to make extensive eye contact with her because i was all over the head with this girl (im not a type of guy that something like that happens to often in fact it never did to be honest even tho i see alot of girls and go out alot and usualy i hide myself pretty well like im mysterous and women told me they cannont read me no matter how hard they try and they really like that about me some even told me i have no emotions and im like a stone)
Back to the story, she was like dont look at me like that because you make me nervous and i was like look at you like what? (i knew exactly like what ha) I continued to do that and later while we went back to the hotel ( she wanted to walk) i grabbed her hand and we walked and made jokes all they way back while holding hands. When we came to the hotel she was like im sleepy and i was like then you should go. She wanted to sit outside before she went up so we did. We talked and talked and the story i going with was that we probbably not gonna see eachoter ever again and thats what i stuck with. She said if i wanted to see her i would and i was like i have no time and she said again if you wanted you would. We talked and ifor some reason i had abnormal urge to kiss her like ive known her for idk how much time, i never felt such a strong and weird feeling like that, i basiclly fully fell for her in matter of hours ( crazy i know) I told her listen i dont expect anything from you i just want to kiss you and leave. She was like you are sick since your nose is runny etc ( i i told her before that my voice is funny today) and kinda rejcted me because she has flights almost daily. Eventually we started making out and had an intense session next to the hotel and even on the hotel wall haha ( people that passed by really gave us the looks some even like dam even tho it was late) After 2 days i was like i have to see you again, idk why i just have to. We texted for few days , was going amazing she texted me i text her but she was busy a little. Then she invited me to come with her and her cabin crew friends for a night out so i did , told me i could join them basicly and i was like fuck it.( finally haha) We had one of the most amazing nights ever, i took them to a club, got the best seats because i know the bouncers ( no reservation, nothing).sime girls started talking to me there and she got a little jelous i mean she told me she doesnt like me doing that but later we made it uo by having sex in the club and she asked me there to come to her hotel room after, we made a pinky promise and left the club toilete haha.I paid everything ( cabs and all, not that it matters just saying and she even got mad at me because of that a little).After that she basiclly sneaked me in to the hotel we ran to the elevators and she forgot something at the reception so she got called back then later we laughed that the guy saw us. I did everything perfectly and then we had sex in hotel, talked, cuddled etc. I told her that im never this honest but i just wanted her to know that in few hours she made me feel so alive and that girls in my city couldnt do that even im few months. But i said i dont expect anything from her still but i just wanted to be honest for the first time. Then i left before she woke up because she fell alseep after 15 min after sex. I tought that was a manly thing to do even tho i wanted to stay so bad. I left her a note that said text me and some name i called her ( a song) and P.S you snore a little :). The note was on the napkin, placed on my side of the bed next to her. That same day at nighttime she texted me and i was like oh yes oh yes (i couldnt stop thinking about her because i felt so amazing and alive). We exhanged few text like before i joked about how if i survive the night ( i was out partying) im gonna see her again for the third time and the lucky charm. The she just dissapeard.Completly ghosted me. Didnt respond to my last few messages about that thirdt time, didnt even seen them on wa. (no read status) So after a day and a half i texted her again sending her a picture of a place she wanted to go while she was here (it was closed before, season just opened) and asked her you wanna go?. No response, no read so i tought maybe her wa is broken due to some number thing so i texted her on ig asking is it that or she just ghosted me and whatever it is i think i deserve to know. She seen that like 10h after ive sent it and then after another 10h she just blocked me everywhere and thats it. I dont understand what happend and why would she text me the same day responding to my note if it was just a one night stand for her or if she didnt want to see me or continue to talk with me (side note she had like a week, week and a half left in my city when that happend)

What happend
What happend
Hello guys and girls, i really need some opinions and advices on what the fuck happend.
So long story short, i met this girl on Bumble app. She is a stewardess and was staying in my city for roughly a month in total. We started texting there, i was funny and charming as usual so she gave me her whatsapp (number) and ig. We made plans to go for a date in like week and a half since we both were busy. I texted her on ig to reschedule the date and eventually we went on it. She was staying at a nice hotel 10 min away from me. I met her outside and when she came out i was like dam. Everything started going smoothly almost instantly, we clicked like i never clicked with somebody else before. Made jokes how something is gonna happen to her and she was like just let me have a gin and tonic first and i was like il let you have two of those because im a nice one. Later on we went to a second place to have drinks and i started to make extensive eye contact with her because i was all over the head with this girl (im not a type of guy that something like that happens to often in fact it never did to be honest even tho i see alot of girls and go out alot and usualy i hide myself pretty well like im mysterous and women told me they cannont read me no matter how hard they try and they really like that about me some even told me i have no emotions and im like a stone)
Back to the story, she was like dont look at me like that because you make me nervous and i was like look at you like what? (i knew exactly like what ha) I continued to do that and later while we went back to the hotel ( she wanted to walk) i grabbed her hand and we walked and made jokes all they way back while holding hands. When we came to the hotel she was like im sleepy and i was like then you should go. She wanted to sit outside before she went up so we did. We talked and talked and the story i going with was that we probbably not gonna see eachoter ever again and thats what i stuck with. She said if i wanted to see her i would and i was like i have no time and she said again if you wanted you would. We talked and ifor some reason i had abnormal urge to kiss her like ive known her for idk how much time, i never felt such a strong and weird feeling like that, i basiclly fully fell for her in matter of hours ( crazy i know) I told her listen i dont expect anything from you i just want to kiss you and leave. She was like you are sick since your nose is runny etc ( i i told her before that my voice is funny today) and kinda rejcted me because she has flights almost daily. Eventually we started making out and had an intense session next to the hotel and even on the hotel wall haha ( people that passed by really gave us the looks some even like dam even tho it was late) After 2 days i was like i have to see you again, idk why i just have to. We texted for few days , was going amazing she texted me i text her but she was busy a little. Then she invited me to come with her and her cabin crew friends for a night out so i did , told me i could join them basicly and i was like fuck it.( finally haha) We had one of the most amazing nights ever, i took them to a club, got the best seats because i know the bouncers ( no reservation, nothing).sime girls started talking to me there and she got a little jelous i mean she told me she doesnt like me doing that but later we made it uo by having sex in the club and she asked me there to come to her hotel room after, we made a pinky promise and left the club toilete haha.I paid everything ( cabs and all, not that it matters just saying and she even got mad at me because of that a little).After that she basiclly sneaked me in to the hotel we ran to the elevators and she forgot something at the reception so she got called back then later we laughed that the guy saw us. I did everything perfectly and then we had sex in hotel, talked, cuddled etc. I told her that im never this honest but i just wanted her to know that in few hours she made me feel so alive and that girls in my city couldnt do that even im few months. But i said i dont expect anything from her still but i just wanted to be honest for the first time. Then i left before she woke up because she fell alseep after 15 min after sex. I tought that was a manly thing to do even tho i wanted to stay so bad. I left her a note that said text me and some name i called her ( a song) and P.S you snore a little :). The note was on the napkin, placed on my side of the bed next to her. That same day at nighttime she texted me and i was like oh yes oh yes (i couldnt stop thinking about her because i felt so amazing and alive). We exhanged few text like before i joked about how if i survive the night ( i was out partying) im gonna see her again for the third time and the lucky charm. The she just dissapeard.Completly ghosted me. Didnt respond to my last few messages about that thirdt time, didnt even seen them on wa. (no read status) So after a day and a half i texted her again sending her a picture of a place she wanted to go while she was here (it was closed before, season just opened) and asked her you wanna go?. No response, no read so i tought maybe her wa is broken due to some number thing so i texted her on ig asking is it that or she just ghosted me and whatever it is i think i deserve to know. She seen that like 10h after ive sent it and then after another 10h she just blocked me everywhere and thats it. I dont understand what happend and why would she text me the same day responding to my note if it was just a one night stand for her or if she didnt want to see me or continue to talk with me (side note she had like a week, week and a half left in my city when that happend)

What happend
Hello guys and girls, i really need some opinions and advices on what the fuck happend.
So long story short, i met this girl on Bumble app. She is a stewardess and was staying in my city for roughly a month in total. We started texting there, i was funny and charming as usual so she gave me her whatsapp (number) and ig. We made plans to go for a date in like week and a half since we both were busy. I texted her on ig to reschedule the date and eventually we went on it. She was staying at a nice hotel 10 min away from me. I met her outside and when she came out i was like dam. Everything started going smoothly almost instantly, we clicked like i never clicked with somebody else before. Made jokes how something is gonna happen to her and she was like just let me have a gin and tonic first and i was like il let you have two of those because im a nice one. Later on we went to a second place to have drinks and i started to make extensive eye contact with her because i was all over the head with this girl (im not a type of guy that something like that happens to often in fact it never did to be honest even tho i see alot of girls and go out alot and usualy i hide myself pretty well like im mysterous and women told me they cannont read me no matter how hard they try and they really like that about me some even told me i have no emotions and im like a stone)
Back to the story, she was like dont look at me like that because you make me nervous and i was like look at you like what? (i knew exactly like what ha) I continued to do that and later while we went back to the hotel ( she wanted to walk) i grabbed her hand and we walked and made jokes all they way back while holding hands. When we came to the hotel she was like im sleepy and i was like then you should go. She wanted to sit outside before she went up so we did. We talked and talked and the story i going with was that we probbably not gonna see eachoter ever again and thats what i stuck with. She said if i wanted to see her i would and i was like i have no time and she said again if you wanted you would. We talked and ifor some reason i had abnormal urge to kiss her like ive known her for idk how much time, i never felt such a strong and weird feeling like that, i basiclly fully fell for her in matter of hours ( crazy i know) I told her listen i dont expect anything from you i just want to kiss you and leave. She was like you are sick since your nose is runny etc ( i i told her before that my voice is funny today) and kinda rejcted me because she has flights almost daily. Eventually we started making out and had an intense session next to the hotel and even on the hotel wall haha ( people that passed by really gave us the looks some even like dam even tho it was late) After 2 days i was like i have to see you again, idk why i just have to. We texted for few days , was going amazing she texted me i text her but she was busy a little. Then she invited me to come with her and her cabin crew friends for a night out so i did , told me i could join them basicly and i was like fuck it.( finally haha) We had one of the most amazing nights ever, i took them to a club, got the best seats because i know the bouncers ( no reservation, nothing).sime girls started talking to me there and she got a little jelous i mean she told me she doesnt like me doing that but later we made it uo by having sex in the club and she asked me there to come to her hotel room after, we made a pinky promise and left the club toilete haha.I paid everything ( cabs and all, not that it matters just saying and she even got mad at me because of that a little).After that she basiclly sneaked me in to the hotel we ran to the elevators and she forgot something at the reception so she got called back then later we laughed that the guy saw us. I did everything perfectly and then we had sex in hotel, talked, cuddled etc. I told her that im never this honest but i just wanted her to know that in few hours she made me feel so alive and that girls in my city couldnt do that even im few months. But i said i dont expect anything from her still but i just wanted to be honest for the first time. Then i left before she woke up because she fell alseep after 15 min after sex. I tought that was a manly thing to do even tho i wanted to stay so bad. I left her a note that said text me and some name i called her ( a song) and P.S you snore a little :). The note was on the napkin, placed on my side of the bed next to her. That same day at nighttime she texted me and i was like oh yes oh yes (i couldnt stop thinking about her because i felt so amazing and alive). We exhanged few text like before i joked about how if i survive the night ( i was out partying) im gonna see her again for the third time and the lucky charm. The she just dissapeard.Completly ghosted me. Didnt respond to my last few messages about that thirdt time, didnt even seen them on wa. (no read status) So after a day and a half i texted her again sending her a picture of a place she wanted to go while she was here (it was closed before, season just opened) and asked her you wanna go?. No response, no read so i tought maybe her wa is broken due to some number thing so i texted her on ig asking is it that or she just ghosted me and whatever it is i think i deserve to know. She seen that like 10h after ive sent it and then after another 10h she just blocked me everywhere and thats it. I dont understand what happend and why would she text me the same day responding to my note if it was just a one night stand for her or if she didnt want to see me or continue to talk with me (side note she had like a week, week and a half left in my city when that happend)

Timestamp and Videos: https://imgur.com/a/xVGPbDj

Boilerplate: Well, went on a bit of a spending spree and then have nowhere to put the new acquisitions, so both need to fill the coffers and make room in the case.
Mostly uninterested in trades (bought too much this week already) but a full Ti Chaves Chub Flipper or a We OAO might be considered. Maybe some weird Maxace stuff, although I have most of the ones I want.
Yolo beats any sort of chat haggling, etc. Please be over 18 and know your knife laws etc.
Shipping to lower 48 is included with Pirateship insurance. Payment is paypal f&f no notes, please. Can also do venmo or zelle.
1.) CLONE Vosteed RSKAOS SV30 TV30
Blurb: Not the most faithful representation but a cheap way to see if you like the blade shape: I will say this guy has steel handles instead of titanium, it’s kind of on the heavy side. Might be useful to keep in your car or in your pocket on a bike ride in case you need to have something heavy to throw at a mean car or something. Paid 40 plus Tax on Aliexpress, so save yourself 20 bucks and a four week wait.
Ownership: 1^st Owner
Did I cut or carry or Sharpen: No
Disassembled? No
Snails Trails etc: Not a one.
Box etc?: Yes, have original box. And the nylon belt holster thingy.
2.) CLONE Glykon Dagger OTF SV30 TV30
Blurb: Faithful representation, the three switches are indeed one single molded piece like the original, but again with the steel handles. Although this guy isn’t as heavy as #1 it’s a bit heavier than you’d expect. Solid Blade, good switch just can’t really carry OTF’s and most us Retailers aren’t too happy about mailing them to my geography, but Ali sellers don’t seem to mind, just wanted to try some out I suppose. Paid 40 plus Tax on Aliexpress, so save yourself 20 bucks and a four week wait.
Ownership: 1^st Owner
Did I cut or carry or Sharpen: No
Disassembled? Yes, to see how it ticks.
Snails Trails etc: Not a one.
Box etc?: Yes, have original box.

3.) CLONE Glykon Tanto OTF SV30 TV30
Blurb: Really Cool blade shape, and the three switches are indeed one single molded piece like the original, but again with the steel handles. Although this guy isn’t as heavy as #1 it’s a bit heavier than you’d expect. Solid Blade, good Action, only thing was that this guy came coated in like the worst blue coating. It got scratchy if you looked at it funny. So I put some elbow grease into using a scotch-brite pad to take off that coating but left it in the grooves and in the switch track etc. I think it looks 1000% cooler this way but it has been rather heavily modified. Paid 40 plus Tax on Aliexpress, so save yourself 20 bucks and a four week wait.
Ownership: 1^st Owner
Did I cut or carry or Sharpen: No
Disassembled? Yes, and scrubbed off the obnoxious blue coating with scotch-brite pads.
Snails Trails etc: Looks pretty good.
Box etc?: Yes, have original box. And the nylon belt holster thingy.
4.) CLONE Heretic Manticore S Mini OTF SV30 TV30
Blurb: This dude is small but mighty. Cool tanto blade. Paid 40 plus Tax on Aliexpress, so save yourself 20 bucks and a four week wait.
Ownership: 1^st Owner
Did I cut or carry or Sharpen: No
Disassembled? No
Snails Trails etc: Looks pretty good.
Box etc?: Yes, have original box. And the nylon belt holster thingy. And little screwdriver.
5.) Meton Boss Blue Patterned Anodized Titanium Scale for Hinderer XM-18 3.5 SV100 TV100
Blurb: Kind of timascus-looking titanium scale for a hinderer from meton boss. This thing retails for $199.99 and does have weight reduction milling on the inside. Save yourself 100 bucks and the fact that these are currently sold-out on meton boss’ web site.
Ownership: 2nd Owner
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: This did live on a hinderer for a minute and was carried by me but as soon as I got my hands on the oil slick zirc scale it’s been in the case.
Disassembled? It’s a single solid piece of metal, so no, but it has been on a knife.
Snails Trails etc: Not that I can see. Oils from your hand can dull titanium anodization so you have to give it a bath with dawn or windex every once in a while.
Box etc?: just came in a plastic bag with a piece of soft Styrofoam in it, which I have.

6.) Olight Oknife Parrot Micarta Handles Black Coated 154CM blade SV50 TV50
Blurb: This is the knife I used to teach myself front-flipping. And I highly recommend it in this regard. I can front flip all kinds of stuff now. These things are going for 79.95 on amazon. The micarta is soft and the blade is sharp. Save yourself 30 bucks.
Ownership: 1^st owner
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: Just opened this one to take the pictures. (this isn’t the exact one I used to teach myself front flipping, that one is still here).
Disassembled? Nah
Snails Trails etc: Not that I can see.
Box etc?: Have box, pouch, coin, microfiber towel thing, maybe even an instruction manual? Everything that was in the box is still there.
7.) CLONE Rockstead Hizen SV40 TV40
Blurb: Well if you ever wanted to handle something that looks kinda like a rockstead to try it on for feels this is your guy. While it doesn’t have the famous convex grind it is a couple of nicely milled pieces of titanium and a rather nice-looking blade. Which they call “Japan AUS-10”. These are going for about 55 plus tax on Ali, I’ll save you 25 bucks and the four week wait.
Ownership: 1^st owner
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: Just flipped it a few times.
Disassembled? Nah
Snails Trails etc: Not that I can see.
Box etc?: Have box.
8.) The Famous Beketen Relative CLONE SV100 TV100
Blurb: If you’ve spent any time on the Chinese knives Sub you’ve heard of this guy. It was one of those knives that did a few minor tweaks to the original to come up with something perhaps slightly better, like including both front and rear flipper in addition to the hole, and including a longer backspacer. Someone had one tested and I think the verdict is generally that it is M390. Anyway, I have purchased four of these for the purposes of testing various surface mods like polishing and or burnishing and anodizing, and I just never got around to messing with this one, it’s still 100% stock. These are retailing on Ail for 113 but I’ll save you 20 bucks and the four week-wait.
Ownership: 1^st owner
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: Just flipped it a few times.
Disassembled? Nah
Snails Trails etc: Not that I can see.
Box etc?: Have taco, don’t think this guy came with a box
9.) Sold Sold Sold The See-Through Trodon CLONE with Interceptor blade SV50 TV50
Blurb: Picked this up on the swap for 60, was fun to play with and the clear handle is a novelty. The interceptor blade is really dope. I don’t know where this guy came from originally, I can’t find anything like it. Won’t be too bummed if this guy doesn’t sell but again, I can’t really carry these in my Geography.
Ownership: 2nd owner.
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: Just actuated it a few times.
Disassembled? Nah
Snails Trails etc: Not that I can see.
Box etc?: I didn’t get any of that with this guy, I’ll put it in a taco.
10.) Lansky 5- Stone Ceramic Knife Sharpener Kit. SV30 TV30
Blurb: These are retailing at amazon for 50, this system holds the angle of sharpening so that it’s uniform on both sides of the blade. I just have too much crap.
Ownership: 1st
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: This has sharpened a few knives.
Disassembled? Yes, and assembled.
Snails Trails etc: Not really.
Box etc?: Has it’s own special plastic box.
11.) CLONE Benchmade Bundle SV60 TV60
Blurb: I threw out the cheap washers that came with the Aluminum Radiation pattern bugout and replaced them with real phosphor bronze washers from USA Knife Maker. The 0.5 cm ones, not the oem .33 cm ones. As a result, the action on this guy is just glassy. At least as good as my OEM bugouts. The narrows I’m throwing in at substantial discount. This is the OK knives version, so it’s not the one that totally sucks, probably titanium scales even (they weren’t magnetic). The real score here is that you’re getting a bugout that definitely has that smooth glossy action which can be hard to find on even an OEM bugout sometimes. Still saving you at least 25 bucks over what I paid for these and no-four-week-wait.
Ownership: 1st
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: None of those things no.
Disassembled? Yes, and replaced washers on the bugout. Haven’t disassembled the narrows.
Snails Trails etc: Nope.
Box etc?: I’ll put them in a taco. Don’t think I have a box for these, but I’ll look again.
11.) Twosun TS341 Sidewinder SV55 TV55
Blurb: Sweet little knife. Factory Entropic Ano and texture on the titanium handles. Picked this guy up on the swap for 75, saving you 20 bucks and the long shipping times. The original seller’s pictures are still up on imjur: https://imgur.com/a/noxmdfo Also has some carbon fiber inlays D2 Steel.
Ownership: 2nd
Did I cut, carry or sharpen: None of those things no.
Disassembled? no
Snails Trails etc: Nope.
Box etc?: Yes.
Can’t believe I’m done writing now. Woof. That was a lot. Hope y ’all enjoy these knives. I tried to make the prices as bro-ey as possible. Of course shoot your shot if you think I’m off base. Take 5 off if you buy 2, 10 off for three, etc.

Here is some fun useless information here, I got curious and did research on it. This is the complete list, with a couple of asterisks. I didn’t include Royal Rumble matches, I didn’t include impromptu title matches (MITB Cash Ins and Hogan/Yokozuna), I didn’t include No Holds Barred because that’s not really a PPV but it was on the list anyways for some reason. This is also PPV/PLE only, no network specials, so no NXT. Enjoy!
John Cena - 68 Triple H - 64 The Undertaker - 63 Roman Reigns - 51 Randy Orton - 48 Shawn Michaels - 40 Stone Cold Steve Austin - 39 Brock Lesnar - 36 Seth Rollins - 33 The Rock - 32 Kane - 26 Edge - 23 Chris Jericho - 21 Batista - 21 Kurt Angle - 19 Hulk Hogan - 18 Bret Hart - 17 CM Punk - 17 Big Show - 15 Daniel Bryan - 15 Dean Ambrose - 14 AJ Styles - 14 Mick Foley - 13 Kevin Owens - 13 Diesel - 12 Sheamus - 12 Bray Wyatt - 12 Braun Strowman - 12 Drew McIntyre - 12 Booker T - 11 JBL - 11 The British Bulldog - 10 The Miz - 10 Sid - 9 Chris Benoit - 9 Goldberg - 9 Bobby Lashley - 9 Jeff Hardy - 8 Cody Rhodes - 8 Baron Corbin - 8 Sami Zayn - 8 Rey Mysterio - 7 Finn Bálor - 7 Samoa Joe - 7 Jey Uso - 7 Randy Savage - 6 Yokozuna - 6 Shane McMahon - 6 Rob Van Dam - 6 Dolph Ziggler - 6 The Ultimate Warrior - 5 R-Truth - 5 Wade Barrett - 5 Ryback - 5 Becky Lynch - 5
⬇️ FOUR OR LESS BELOW ⬇️
FOUR: Andre The Giant Bam Bam Bigelow Ted Dibiase Vince McMahon Eddie Guerrero John Morrison Alberto Del Rio Cesaro Charlotte Flair Shinsuke Nakamura Asuka Matt Riddle Jimmy Uso
THREE: Vader Owen Hart Bubba Ray Dudley D-Von Dudley Mark Henry Jinder Mahal Kofi Kingston Shayna Baszler Solo Sikoa
TWO: Roddy Piper Paul Orndorff King Kong Bundy One Man Gang Rick Rude Hercules Big Boss Man Haku Jim Neidhart Sgt. Slaughter Hawk Animal Lex Luger Ken Shamrock Rikishi Carlito Chris Masters Finlay Umaga The Great Khali Christian Rusev Sasha Banks Bobby Roode Ronda Rousey Lacey Evans Nia Jax Big E Austin Theory
ONE: Mr. T Junkyard Dog Don Muraco Ken Patera Butch Reed Koko B. Ware Hillbilly Jim Terry Taylor Brutus Beefcake Zeus Marty Jannetty Arn Anderson Bobby Heenan Tito Santana Rick Martel The Warlord Paul Roma General Adnan The Iron Sheik IRS Earthquake Typhoon Rick Steiner Scott Steiner Ludvig Borga Jacques Rougeau Crush Jerry Lawler Imposter Undertaker Lawrence Taylor Tatanka King Mabel Ahmed Johnson Faarooq Brian Pillman Terry Funk Savio Vega Road Dogg Billy Gunn Diamond Dallas Page Rhyno Paul Heyman Ric Flair Maven Gene Snitsky Tommy Dreamer The Sandman Kenny Johnny Mikey Mitch Test Hardcore Holly Mike Knox Ted Dibiase Jr David Otunga Heath Slater Justin Gabriel Michael Tarver Darren Young John Laurinaitis Erick Rowan Luke Harper Sting Elias Nikki Bella Ricochet Mustafa Ali Andrade Bayley Kairi Sane Natalya Liv Morgan Ruby Riott Sarah Logan Otis Aleister Black Carmella Dana Brooke Bianca Belair Madcap Moss Omos Logan Paul Ridge Holland Pete Dunne LA Knight Damian Priest Dominik Mysterio JD McDonagh Rhea Ripley

So I just started sharpening my knives a few weeks ago. I have a Wästikivi natural stone that sharpens between 800 and 2000 grit depending on the dust that forms during the process. And I have a Naniwa Chocera 600 grit. I get almost all my knives to razor sharpness. Usually I sharpen one side till I feel a burr and then I change sides. I saw some videos where people count their strokes. Does this make sense? I never do this. I just do one side till I can feel a burr.

I'm not suicidal, don't actually want to die) OK. Now that that's cleared up, I've got this recurring flare up right between my nuts and leg that no bullshit has been cut and stuffed 4 times last year and 3 so far this year and I swear it's never gone long enough in between to have actually fully healed. It tunnels from there in both directions. I'm in so much pain. I can't walk sit stand or lay for any real length of time and I'm so over tired and stressed out that I've been literally in tears multiple times a day. I just can't even deal anymore. Usually going for a walk after putting some menthol on will get it to open up so I can avoid having to go to the ER all the time but it just doesn't seem to be working this time. And it's so frickin painful just to the slightest touch that I just don't have the stones to put some pressure on it. I know it's got to be close, and like I said it happens so much that I'm sure the skin can't be all that thick at the bottom of the previously mentioned hole. I did put a mirror down on the side of the tub and straddled it to try and get a better look so I squatted a bit and pulled my junk up to see and it did leak a little but not from the usual spot but it wasn't enough to relieve any of the pressure. alright I'm rambling at this point because the pain is getting to me. To whoever is still reading this right now, I hope you're doing and feeling ok.

Hogwarts
Nestled amidst the picturesque Highlands, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stands as a breathtaking testament to architectural splendor and enchantment.
As you approach, its grandeur unfolds before your eyes. Towers and spires reach toward the heavens, seemingly touching the clouds, the castle’s facade, adorned with intricate carvings and mystical symbols, tells a tale of centuries gone by, whispering secrets only the ancient stones remember.
Its sprawling structure sprawls across the rugged hillside, forming a labyrinth of corridors, chambers, and hidden alcoves. Within its walls, the castle boasts countless rooms, each one possessing its own allure and mystery.
Yet, it is not just the scale that captivates the senses; it is the palpable magic that permeates every stone, every crevice. The air crackles with untamed energy, as if the very essence of the wizarding world dances within its walls. Whispers of spells and incantations echo through the corridors, mingling with the laughter and camaraderie of students.
As daylight bathes the castle, the windows reveal an its colours, casting vibrant hues upon the ancient stones. When night falls, the castle transforms into a beacon of light, its windows aglow with the soft radiance of countless enchanted candles, casting a warm and ethereal glow.
Magical creatures find their place within the castle’s embrace. From the majestic owls that roost in the Owlery to the mischievous ghosts that roam the corridors. Vines and ivy cling to the walls, their emerald tendrils tracing intricate patterns, as if celebrating the union of magic and nature. With the lush greenery of lawns, gardens, and the Forbidden Forest providing a haven for magical flora and fauna.
In every nook and cranny, Hogwarts weaves a tapestry of beauty, history, and wonder. It is a sanctuary of knowledge, a playground of magical discovery, and a testament to the profound connection between humans and the mystical world that surrounds them. To walk its corridors and gaze upon its splendor is to witness the embodiment of the wizarding realm—a place where dreams take flight and the extraordinary becomes ordinary.
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Greetings Storytellers!
If you’re a Potterhead and you want to explore Hogwarts and the wonderful world of magic then this post might be for you. We’ve read it in the books, we’ve seen it in the movies but now it’s time to create our own role play story, full of new characters, adventures and conflict.
A lot of elements can be incorporated into the story, from the Triwizard Tournament to new exchange students from other wizarding schools!
I am 23 years old, from London and have been role playing for a few years now!
Here's what I can bring to the table:

• I can craft multi-paragraph, though I'm flexible depending on my partner's preferences. I can also manage multiple characters at once during a role play, and ideally looking for someone who can do the same.
  
• I can adeptly portray both male and female characters, I lean towards writing male characters in romantic scenarios, we will be using celebrity face claims for the characters!
  
• I thrive on out-of-character (OOC) discussions and enjoy delving into topics ranging from literature to gaming. Connecting with my writing partner on a personal level enhances the collaborative experience for me.
  
• Discord serves are my preferred platform for roleplay, providing an organized space with servers and channels to streamline our storytelling experience.
  
• I'm comfortable using face claims to visually represent our characters and am open to collaborative world-building.
  
• Open to NSFW elements both on the more gritty darker side of the story to the sexual elements as well, we can discuss kinks and limits in the chat!
  

If the above appeals to you and you're ready to embark on a journey through the magical halls of Hogwarts, let's connect and weave our tales together.
Looking forward to hearing from you! 🥂
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must also be 18+

So wow this had to be one of the most epic battles cinematically I’ve ever had on the rim. I’m sure many of you have experienced it already but spoiler warning for this event.
The colony of Serna was going well. Three of us escaped from the shattered empire after being betrayed by our fourth while tortured to death for our identities. We found recluse in a cave and recruited, occasionally striking back at the empire for the cause.
Our numbers swelled, but there is something wrong with this dirt ball. Nearby allies that we’ve tended would call for help, and when we’d arrive, a strange flesh mass enveloped their colonies on more than one occasion, no survivors to tell their tale. Blood would fall from the sky without reason, throwing nearby colonists and animals into a frenzy, but then the darkness came.
Whispers about it came to Serna over the wire, an unnatural darkness that enshrouds an area until only direct light sources could save you from something slithering, lurking in the darkness. Even the shadow under your bed was vulnerable. Past me would scoff at this chatter, but we have felt the coming of something horrible, the unnerving ranting of those exploring the nearby ruins, the flesh walls, the bloody rain. No, we surrounded ourselves with light to the point that I questioned my own sanity. One ominous morning the sun never rose.
It wasn’t long after this observation that we heard clawing. Not just against the main blast door, but within our own walls. We pulled down a wall and our swordsmen were greeted with glowing yellow eyes, a body made of dark horror. While unsettling, nothing we couldn’t take care of, but the ear piercing clawing outside wouldn’t stop. We prepared to greet them with all the hospitality that the Serna chapter of the Damocles resistance could bring.
Opening the blast doors, we threw a flare into the inky blackness and watched in terror as sinew-like shadows seeped away from the red glow, staring at a distance. Nearby, a large, spiky rock had fallen. Between his brief ramblings of nonsense, our researcher screamed “Kill it! Kill the night bringer! The stone of foretold tragedy!” I’m no one to question the scholars, so we lit it up. This pissed off what seemed like the very air. Two sets of eyes, 5, 10, 20. A whirlwind of yellow descended upon us. 5 cascading hums began as our frontlines brought their shields online, the gunners chewing apart the block of spikes until it crumbled. A hope in the sky revealed the sun directly overhead, calling to us like a friend pulling our colony out of muck. But the darkness swallowed her again. Our sensors picked up two more of these stones further out.
A gathered resolve and determination to protect our 3 children and elderly bordered up inside subdued the immediate doom we felt in our hearts. We pushed outside our perimeter into the waters of black. Hopscotching flares until we reached the two stones conveniently next to each other. Hesitation set in, as each of us examined the long threads of flares back to the base, and the absolute anxiety-inducing darkness that we faced on almost every side. A primitive fear of the dark most of us have not felt since we were children. I gave the order and we began to eliminate the thorny stones.
Like stars in the sky, I could not count them all. The glints of yellow, we’ve upset the gods themselves. I commanded my small legion to hold fast, and stay as one, do not falter to your thoughts. Like the sacred timber wolf that we honour, we are strongest in a pack. Our minds now nearly working as one, the swordsmen prepared for the crush. There flares popped near our perimeter, the beasts shuttered as two incinerators began breathing dragon fire upon the shadows. They cook, and the smell uplifts our spirits. In every direction our tracer rounds can be seen, flicking into the dark and impacting. Monoswords tear, warhammers chew, and plasma swords sizzle. In the air, lit chemfuel flies overhead, the shouts of commands from the centre. The eyes still blitzing toward us. This beating heart of the colony, refusing to fall. Finally a crack is heard, accompanied by a shriek as if the ground itself was in pain. The last stone is turned to cinder and the late afternoon sky breaks through. The Sun, our ally this day, scorching the shadow beasts. We know not which deity helped us this hour, but certainly we owe them a debt.
Our wounds patched, the colony has returned back to normal. However, an ally asked us to take in a strange piece of cargo. When they dropped it off, they paid and didn’t say a word. It’s a corpse, but somehow it resembles me.

I had all of my stones removed in November of this past year. I’ve done a little better about working more water into my diet but I can’t lie, I still enjoy a coke or sweet tea. It’s been 6 months since my Ureteroscopy and I’m noticing a VERY verrrry dull pain in my left side. Nothing crazy but you know how scary it is to feel that twinge. I also have had cloudy-ish urine, a slight urgency and burning. Urine doesn’t look bloody and I’m not having any obvious signs of a stone. Has anyone experienced this before long term after having your kidneys poked around and a stent?

Missing Part Of My Story
You dressed me for my first day of kindergarten, so why not help me tie my shoelaces for the last day? Wipe the nutella or vegemite from my cheek, while I act embarrassed when I know this is the last time it'll happen, as you did for my first day of kindergarten.
You can brush my hair into place harder than you need to, admittedly hurting a bit but I know its your way of showing love, like you did on my first day of primary school, you can put a bandaid on my scraped knee and give me a hug and a kiss on my forehead and wipe my tears away with your sleeve, just like you did on my first day of primary school.
You can give me a hug and fix my collar but now I'm bigger than you. "I need to put a brick on your head to stop you growing". The same thing you said on the first day of high school. You take a photo and ask for a hug. I'm a teenager, a grumpy one at that. I'm too old for hugs, now I need that hug like I did on the first day of high school.
You catch me sneaking back into the house from a party, I'm drunk, like when I would get up in the middle of the night to get food when I was younger, sleepy, the illusion I was a bandit in the night, but got caught, like my first time sneaking back into my room.
It's my eighteenth birthday now. We can finally share my "first" drink together. I can tell you all the stories before I was eighteen that I would get in trouble for, like you used to tell me stories, when I was younger. After too much to drink you can tuck me into bed like when I was younger and give me your signature butterfly kisses like you did when I was younger.
Now I listen to the songs that you used to sing along too when you would clean the house when I was younger, now I sing along to those same songs. I'd pick small flowers around the house and give them to you in a little bouquet. Now I buy you flowers and rest them on your stone bed, I still give you flowers like when I was a kid.
You never dressed me for kinder, primary or high school, never caught me sneaking back home from my first party and I haven't turned eighteen yet but I still listen to the same music, I never gave you flowers before but I still lay them by your side, my love you hasn't changed since my first day of kinder, primary or high school, so can you dress me for my last day of school?

((I felt a spark of creativity and wanted to write this and dip my toes into maybe starting to write fanfiction and what better way to start than my ultimate favorite ship!)) [Little bit of a sad excerpt so be warned]

 The rain came down in heavy sheets, pounding into her clothes with icy pricks along her skin where the water soaked through the fabric of her black dress. Her umbrella did very little to shield her from the weeping rain and the chilled winds, but she appreciated the cover for her tears. She hadn't cried tears like this since Nero, but for the last 6 months, she cried often, and didn't care much ti hide it anymore. Wednesday stalked along the grounds of her home, determined but defeated steps towards her destination. She took the opportunity to sniffle under the cover of her boots squelching into grassy mud. Her home was a simple 4 room Cottage on a 5 acre plot of land with a huge yard surrounded by thick forest. Once upon a time she this was paradise for Wednesday, but nowadays it's only a painful reminder of what once was. She had come alone, as she always did on this day, having left Thing in the cottage by himself. She did this same ritual every year, for the last Year, on the 28th of each month. It was June now, and the entire month had been dull blur of numbing dread and painful memories that once tasted oh so sweet. The storm clouds blotted out the sun but Wednesday wouldn't have been able to see past the spray of water to her face anyway. She made her way under a huge oak tree towards the back her land, in a clearing in her forest. The tree stood tall and proud, shouldering the burden of Wednesday's grief through a the front of its trunk, where the bark had been scratched off and the letters "WA + EA" were etched into the exposed wood. The solemn seer placed her hand over the etching, her tungsten wedding band sticking out along her pale hand. She shuffled a few steps to the right to stand before an ornate head stone, the crest of a wolf sculpted at the top. Wednesday gracefully sat down on the wet grass, not caring for her clothes as she tucked her legs to the side. She closed her umbrella and laid it to the ground as she carefully removed a hot pink orchid from her person. Carefully, the seer placed the orchid in the maw of the white-marble wolf. "When they told me you were gone, I screamed. I wailed and I cried and I screamed. As loud as I could. I halfway hoped that if you could hear me screaming on your way to the afterlife, you would turn around and come back to me," Wednesday said, her voice monotone and devoid of emotion. As opposed to the usual cadence to her voice, the words instead came out exhausted and beaten. Another round of hot tears began to fall as her bottom lip began to tremble. Wednesday stood, and ran her hand over the top of the wolf-statue's head, and placed a kiss on the nose. "Happy Birthday... Cara mia..." she spoke with a whisper. She didn't like the idea of disturbing this place with too much sound. It was her sanctuary, a final remaining thread of peace in a minute sanctuary she forged herself after she laid her heart to rest here. It was her favorite place after all, the countless full moons where she would lay with her wolf under the oak tree. Wednesday lingered for a moment, staring at the words etched into the marble, "Enid Addams June 2006 - January 2036 The Raven's Wolf, Beloved Wife" with a heavy sigh and a sniffle as the tears began to subside, Wednesday made her way back to the cottage that wouldn't feel like home anymore, not while her soul remained incomplete. 

I put this as Great Crusade lore as that is the majority of the important parts describing the legions, I wish it could have been something like “multiple era lore” but it works.
I have my own head cannon that in this universe the 2nd legion just was wiped out by a tragic event while the 11th were lost to the insanity of the great crusade’s many wars. Perhaps an incident where the 2nd were grounded down to nought and the 11th lost the last of their sanity and committed what would be considered war crimes in reprisal. The 2nd Primarch mourns his sons as well as the complete loss of the 11th legion with its Primarch, his younger brother. The shame from the lose of two legions along side with a Primarch caused Malcador to prepare for the erasure of their legacy. The 2nd Primarch goes missing soon after, causing the erasure his name as well. But, through the many millennia, evidence of his existence is seen in piles of dead xenos, demons, heretics, and etc with the Roman numeral of II etched somewhere near the scene. He remains unseen for millennia, constantly sabotaging mankind’s enemies. He fights for the dreams of his sisters and father, hoping that his deeds bring those dreams closer to reality. Due to how the 2nd and 11th fought almost entirely in void warfare, sabotaging infrastructure, boarding and scuttling ships, doing VBSS (Visit, Board, Search, Seize) operations on space stations, and etc. Neither he or his brother had the ability to find SOs, or really want to have any as they usually were too busy with their missions to even bother. The fact they often times spent weeks on ships with limited water supply didn’t help them either, as massive capital ships weren’t helpful when you are trying to do VBSS operations, let alone sneak up on an enemy. Their sisters always noted that they were stealthy by being innocuous looking, but when they got the jump on you, you weren’t going anywhere as they would overrun your ship before you could put up a defense against them.
During the Black legion’s assault on Macragge, a massive warrior in a warn down suit of armor marked with only “II” on the shoulder was seen slaying Chaos terminators and Marines with extreme ease. His sword was covered in blood and his armor in scars from many thousands of battles. He stood between the black clad warriors and their goal, Guilliman. A berserker charged forth at the gun metal warrior and leaped whilst praising his gods. The warrior simply backhanded the berserker aside and stomped on his head, leaving a pool of red mush. Bolts pinged of his armor as if they were nought but stones against a brick wall. The warrior kept fighting, slaying more and more chaos tainted marines until a mighty blast sent him from his feet where he soon landed at the foot of the stairs to the throne of the Ultramarines’ mother. He looks up to see Juno standing before him, a wave of great joy and relief came over him, as he gets off the ground to battle alongside his sister again. “Good to see you back, my forgotten brother.” Said his sister to him, “The unknown is that which is feared most.” He replied in a matter of fact manner.
After the last of the Black legion’s dead were removed from the chamber, he removed his helmet, revealing a face that had seen millennia of mourning and of war. He bore a beard of grey, he having not rested since his disappearance millennia ago it seemed. His sister placed a hand on his face as she looked up into his sad eyes. “Hey, I don’t mean to disturb your sibling reunion, can a man not get some attention from his wife?” The two Primarchs turned their heads in astonishment to see Juno’s Centurion, now with grey in his beard.