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Hi! Anyone here who can help me how to reserve slots for the museum in Osaka? I tried but to register needs to have a local jp phone number 🥹🙏 How do we go about this as a non jp-local?

is this weird?
so i'm in a sticky situation. my partner went out with his mates and they 'made friends' with some man in a bar, let's call him paul. i think my partner was pretty drunk n didn't think much of it, so they all went to my friends house for some drinks.
notes: pauls brother is apparently in prison for murder, paul had to leave the country for some time but now has returned but is living in a hostel until he finds a home. paul doesn't drink alcohol or do drugs, he's apparently celibate.
after about a week or so of the initial night out, my partner bumped into paul in the street. paul was adamant on my partner showing him where his other friend from the night lived as it was on the same road, and was trying to locate the house. my partner didn't want to give him the address, but it seemed paul remembered and started ringing all the bells of the apartment building.
paul then insisted on getting my partners number and walking him home. my partner refused the walk and left paul.
paul has now begun to send my partner a lot of texts checking in, asking him to be in touch and asking him to reply... and if he doesn't reply to tell him why (such as going to sleep etc).
my partner ignored the messages and then on the weekend me my partner and my friend were walking home and bumped into paul. paul was asking us where we were going and wanting to drive us (we refused). he then insisted on walking us home but we kept refusing and he followed and insisted. during this time, he was being REALLY creepy towards my friend and making advances and asking her to break his celibacy.
he insisted on walking us home but we didn't want him to know where we lived, as he had been ringing my other friends doorbell and i didn't feel safe with a man i barely know knowing where i live.
anyway, fast forward, we've ditched paul and continued our walk home.
as soon as we're home the texts begin, he asks if my partner got home safe. he began to ask why we didn't want him to come to our house, and said 'clearly you don't want a black man in your home' which is absolutely not the case. we don't want someone we barely know in our home - which is very fair i think.
the next day paul calls my partner and then proceeds to text him all through the day. he says my partner is racist because he's not replying (again, absolutely not true). he then asked my partner to send updates about what he's doing and sign off the messages at night time. he also said my partner can stay in his car if i ever kick him out. he then asks to see our house again and asks our address.
my partner sends a message basically saying he doesn't use his phone really so paul shouldn't expect a reply. he was also ringing our other friends doorbell again this day.
paul then says he'll just check in every now and then. but has already sent multiple texts including a good morning check in text this morning.
basically is this weird? i think it is but idk if it qualifies as the start of a stalking situation.
TLDR; my partner met a guy who is now relentlessly contacting him. unsure of what it means.

Looking for guidance on how this simple task can be achieved. Surprisingly, Rogers has no solutions. 🤦‍♂️ #RogersFail #NeedHelp
I have two plans on my account. One of the plans is no longer available. Let's say the unavailable plan is A, and plan B is the $35 basic plan. Plan A uses the phone number I have been using for years. Plan B has a phone number I would like to start using on Plan A. (A simple number to remember.) I would like to switch the number from Plan A to Plan B and vice versa. Sounds simple enough, but not for Rogers. What the business customer service person tells me is essentially is new number new plan. 🤯 #RogersCustomerServiceFail

This happened about 8 months ago. A little background, Me (19F) at the time and my boyfriend (23M) we both met at an open house for a college I both wanted to go to. He was a senior there. I saw him and I immediately thought he was cute. He was pretty handsome, had nice eyes, and a nice build. So I decided to talk to him and we both Instantly hit it off, ending with me getting his number. After I got his number he sent me dozens of messages about how he wanted to see me again and how beautiful I was. I have to admit I was a bit weirded out when he did this but like a stupid naive girl I loved the idea he wanted me so bad.
On our first date, he did everything a girl loves he took me out to a nice restaurant, was a complete gentleman, and completely swept me off my feet. We spent nearly all our free time together and when I was in classes or he was at his job we would text anytime we could. Now fast forward a year after dating I had some problems with my roommate that year and he suggested I move in with him as he had just bought a small apartment that had enough room for two people. I of course accepted and we moved into together.
This was when all the problems started, I moved in and everything was pretty normal then he started to act differently. He jealous, possessive, and insecure, and blame me for his behavior towards me. Always accusing me of cheating on him or doing something sneaky. Wanting me to cut off contact with close friends I’ve known since high school. Now one time, I had to study for an exam I had and stayed late at the library. I came home and he was angry about why I stayed so late. I tried to explain to him I did text him I would be staying late and that I would turn my phone on silent to concentrate. He was still upset and told me if I just “Love him enough.” We wouldn’t have these types of problems. As months passed his behavior began to get worse.
This was the situation that changed everything for the worse, One night I went out with friends for drinks as we had just finished our last exam of the year. And to note I did text him that I would be getting drinks with some friends and would be home late. I had to have been there for an hour before he stormed in and yelled at me saying I was cheating on him and how I didn’t love him. I was completely embarrassed In front of my friends and classmates l.
After this embarrassing incident, we went home and asked him how he knew where I was and he revealed to me that he had been tracking me. Not just my location but my every move he knew the places I went and the times I left them. He even admitted to having followed me when lying saying he was a work. I was shocked and disgusted at his actions. How do I tell him tracking/stalking me is not okay and an invasion of my privacy? I just really need advice on how to deal with this as I don’t wanna make this situation any worse.

Moved here by myself a year ago, no family in the area. Need outpatient procedure soon but because it’s under general anesthesia, the hospital requires the name and phone number of the person giving me a ride home. I checked Uber’s policies, and they won’t do it.
Of the people I’ve met so far, one had a stroke and is now in a wheelchair. One is a snowbird and going up north soon. The third person I. met is just too busy. I called the Brevard County social service agency, they can’t do it and gave me referrals. Called the agencies and they only do routine doctor’s appointments.
Obviously need someone that’s safe. Willing to pay for time and gas.
Anybody have any suggestions?

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Up until a few days ago I (39m) was dating/just establishing a relationship with a single mother (41f). We have been seeing each other for just over 2 months. Not a long time I know but the ease in which we connected really felt very unique and different than past relationships. A fact she acknowledged more than once. We share similar perspectives, find enjoyment in many of the same things, equally dorky and awkward. We really felt in sync.
I know the intensity of feelings I felt towards her were disproportionate, in a typical sense, to the amount of time we spent/knew each other. When speaking with friends I even said it was stupid I felt this strength of connection so quickly. I know it's easy to think I was naive or seeing things that weren't there, but I am confident that's not the case. There were real reciprocation of feelings and intensity in moments that we both identified. I think I communicate well, I am clear, and understanding, and a good listener. She really appreciated this quality and as such was very open and clear about her feelings towards me as well. Saying things like how she's never dated someone like me (I've been through some shit, did therapy, became pretty emotionally intelligent and self-reflective as a result), telling me how appreciative she is for me, gave me a card stating this on the day she started to pull back actually, how my touch gives her tingles. Straight up telling me a week before how she really likes me.
Yes we were intimate a few times. Intense and mutually satisfying, had improtu spicy chats during the day including the day before we last saw each other. On top of her words and discussions there were actions that also spoke to her really being serious about the connection we were developing. She happens to live right next to her parents and her sisters family. Now she could have kept me separate from all that, but she didn't. I met her sister pretty early on when having a date night at her house. Then a week later she invites me to her sister's house for a little BBQ, was an excellent night. And I ended up meeting her parents too. Not by happenstance either, but rather here come inside my parents house and say hello. And she was having conversations with her son about me and trying to get him comfortable with the idea of meeting me. I even helped her move appliances with her and her dad 3 days before the pull back and 1 week before she ended it. I even installed the washer and dryer for her, then encouraged her to go to an event for her son right after I got done, without me. I didn't do it for any other reason than I really liked her and acts of service are one of the ways I show how I care and it made me feel good to do it, to be there for her. This all has a certain connotation or level of seriousness in a relationship all in its own.
My emotions fed off of her words and actions, maybe my openness and honesty felt like a bit much at times, like I was oversharing. But it was honest and reciprocated every time. There were palpable moments of electricity between us.
Then came the pull back...she is a nurse who works 12 hour shifts and has shared custody of her son. I work a typical m-f schedule. So as we are building this whatever it was, spending time together was a challenge sometimes. I completely respect her keeping me separate from her son until the time was right, never pushed, always accepted that her role as a mother comes first.
So she asks me if I want to do dinner at my house for this past Tuesday. Tuesday is my golf night, but I made an effort to go to work early, leave early, get my match done early so we can have a nice evening. I even took the morning off in case we were up late, so we could maybe wake up next to each other and enjoy sometime together in the morning. She was really excited about this, or rather implied that she was. Even had the spicy talk the day before.
Then she arrives and I can tell something is off. Shes not as receptive to my touch, dynamic is off. After dinner we sit on the couch and she breaks down in tears. She's feeling like we are moving fast, she feels like our texting is taking away from time with her son, wants to dial it back. She has her son for a 5 day stint starting the next day, doesn't want to feel tethered to her phone, wants to feel present. Okay, I get it, respect it, no problem at all. She then tells me about how her divorce went down, kind of wild and not exactly how she made it seem at first. She definitely still is working through that stuff and the ex dynamic is poor and I think he bullies her and knows her buttons. I straight up told her that if I was her partner I would be there and defend her and not let his bullshit slide (maturely, I'm 40 and don't need to be physical). She did say a few times that she was always waiting for the other shoe to drop with us because of her past relationship trauma. But guys, I have no other shoe. I'm a god damn gentleman doing his best to operate in a time when women are more independent, and I support it and respect it.
I send her an email the following day apologizing if I came in to strong, I believe in what we are building, I respect boundaries and her and all her terrific attributes. She responds by saying it was beautiful and she looks forward to moving forward with me. I also suggest phone calls or Video chats in lieu of texting moving forward. And I assured her I didn't need to be in contact 24/7 and that I like my independence as well.
Over the next couple days I let her lead the conversation. If she texted I responded. Typically it wasn't immediately but within 15 minutes unless I myself was busy. I wouldn't try and engage in long discussions. Just little check ins it seemed like. Then her text style changed again, less frequent, no emoji, no real engagement from her in to my activities. I felt it coming.
She was ill over these past few days with bronchitis and was having her period, she felt cruddy and I felt bad I couldn't be there for her like I wanted to. I would ask how she was doing, if she needed anything. Her response was that I was sweet but she could manage. But she began to not ask me about what I was up to, or really engage much at all.
Saturday she ends it, says she hasn't really put all her focus on being a mom since her divorce (4 years ago), she made some relationship mistakes post divorce, still healing, really wants to be there for her son (kid sounds amazing btw). But okay, yeah I am bummed but I respect it. What else can I do right? Kid comes first, I get it.
But you know what really bothered me is that when asked about what we were felt for each other, if it was real, she denies we had this special connection and that she thinks she was forcing it....so my long winded question here is... After all that, does that sound like she was forcing it? She said she felt there was an incompatibility but couldn't identify what it was. She's sorry for leading me on, then tells me not to lose her number. Like wtf? I think she is either lying to herself to make herself feel better or there is something else going on. My hypothesis is that our potential scared her, she doesn't want to get big time hurt again and is anxious about it and somebody put the bug in her ear that the feelings she is having is because she is forcing it (she mentioned a comment a coworker made to this extent about it being forced because she wasnt as giddy as she had been, I think she was fearful and this person labeled it as force). I say this because it all doesn't make sense, I am probably wrong, help me make sense of this, please.
Tl;Dr built a wicked connection with a woman, have evidence it wasn't one sided, special connection, met her parents, installed her appliances, got dumped a week later and was told it wasn't real but forced.

A company reached out to me to try and find someone suitable... So here I am.
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About the company

Small business, hospitality adjacent.
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About the role

You will be responsible for marketing the brand and its products online and offline for wider exposure.
You can expect to be required to travel within the UAE and GCC mostly, but there may arise a need to travel to other countries across the MENA region. Passport holders who can get visa easily will be preferred.
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Expected salary

To be negotiated with the employer.
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Requirements

Must already be in the UAE with valid residency visa.
Language Proficiency: English and Arabic, professional level, reading and writing as well. Fluency in a third language preferred.
Experience: Open to all levels of experience, but ideally young candidates who have the skills and need experience. Training will be given.
Driving License: Valid Dubai driving license and car preferred (fuel expenses will be covered). If not, company car may be provided.
Preferrably female.
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Process

You can forward a cover letter that briefly introduces yourself or discusses your CV.
You may forward me images or imgurl link of your CV through DIRECT MESSAGE ONLY.
Make sure to remove any personally identifiable information from your CVs. Do NOT include the following:

• Face
• Name
• Phone number
• Email address
• Names of companies you worked with in the past
• Names of schools and/or universities you studied at

If the company is interested, I'll get back to you.
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Do not send me a chat request about this topic or you will be ignored or blocked. Sorry, but I just don't like chats on Reddit and any other app. Chats overwhelm me.
All the best!

So I’ve planned to ask this guy out for a rather long time but I don’t overly know how since we don’t know each other. (Lil story time) his friend (let’s call him tom 18m) is friends with my friend Mia 17F.I was thinking what I do since we are in different grades/yearGROUPS I meet up with Mia and Tom, after we hang out I privately and politely pull Tom aside and tell him my feelings about my crush (let’s just call my crush Harold 18m) and if Harold would like to get to know each other, become friends and possible date if he’s interested. Then Tom would go tell Harold about my feelings, come back to me and tell me he’s interested or something idk. Either this or I give Tom my phone number to give to Harold and ask if he’s interested in me.
Also just some background info Harold is a very shy, timid and smart guy. He’s always studying, paces and I’ve only ever seen him walk to classes alone. (This may be rude but I also think he has some form of mental illness or disability like autism or depression. Which I do not mind at all)
What should I do? And is this a good way to ask him out?

Hi
I've read a number of posts about this but they're dated 1 year old.
I basically have 2 Phantom I 103 db connected via Wifi
My wifi is either a 10 gbps Digi router which has 2.4/5/6ghz automatic or the Google Pro Wifi Mesh Router. I'm on an iPhone 12 Pro latest OS.
The issues are:

1. I install the Phantom I, next day it doesn't recognise any I need to re install everything from scratch
   
2. I then have other issues, like stereo doesn't work, only 1 of the 2 Phantoms actually work despite them being paired up. I try to unpair them, repair them and it doesn't work. Yet it recognises the Phantom that's not playing music when clicking on it
   
3. I then have other issues like I can play from the Devialet app but not from Spotify; it finds the Devialet as a source but simply cannot connect
   

I'm so damned surprised on how bad these work with modern WIFI routers.
Not sure what to do. Currently customer service is pretty damn poor and for such a pricey and luxury product I was expecting better connectivity AND better customer service.
I understand networking issues but I have a tonne of IoT devices connected to my Google Wifi Pro and one has to assume that anyone with a modern router + iPhone should make those speakers work...
Anyone still facing the same issues?

“Don’t get off until you hit the ninth floor. No exceptions.”
“But my interview is on 5,” I replied.
“I’ll only say this only one more time. Don’t get off until you hit 9th. No other floor is safe.”
It’s crazy but something about the way he said it penetrated my skull. He was serious. And, he looked nervous, like he had to fight every instinct in his body to say that to me.
The doors closed, while I thought to myself - who the fuck says anything like that?
As I went to hit the button for the fifth floor, some anxiety came over me. I shook it off and pressed it. The guy was probably just off his rockers.
The elevator went up. I scanned my surroundings - a TV bolted to the top corner of the elevator (playing the weather channel), a mirror for the back-wall of the elevator, and some cozy lounge-style music playing. Pretty standard stuff.
“Now arriving at the 5th floor.”
Weird - not sure if I’d ever been in an elevator that announced each floor it was arriving at. I was sure that if I worked in this building, this would get pretty old quickly.
DING!
The doors opened on 5. In front of me was a reception area with a woman seated at the front desk. She stood up from her seat.
“Mr. Davis! You’re early!”
The gentleman’s warning from earlier played in my head.
“We’ll be ready for your interview in a few moments. In the meantime, please feel free to take a seat.”
“Uh, thank you,” I responded. “If I’m, uh, early, maybe I can come back in a few minutes?”
“Nonsense! We’ll see if we can speed things up. He’s been very excited to meet you.”
The elevator doors started closing. I held them open. I wasn’t sure what to do here, but everything seemed fine enough. Granted, the receptionist did seem a bit eager, but beyond that…
From my vantage point, I scanned the office space behind the front desk area. All looked normal - cubicles, folks clicking away at their computer, a kitchen area. Pretty unremarkable.
That is, except for the portrait off at the far end of the office floor. It was very large. I couldn’t tell what the picture was of, but I did see a group of employees staring at it… almost, admiring it?
“Your wife’s name is Meredith, right?”
I froze as the receptionist’s question shot a dart right through me. I didn’t remember the job application form ever asking for my wife’s name.
“You two are thinking of having children, right? If it’s a boy, you want to name him Sam?”
What. The. Fuck? Forget that she was right on the money, this was something I’d never spoken about before to anyone, including my wife.
Before I could answer, the office workers surrounding the large portrait started singing the Happy Birthday song loudly, in complete and perfect unison. Someone brought out a birthday cake and presented it to the portrait. A portrait that, after a bit of squinting, I realized was a very large version of my highschool yearbook photo.
I backed into the elevator, and pressed the “close door” button. I panicked as it took its sweet time to register.
Press. Press. Press. Come the fuck on.
After what felt like an eternity, the doors started closing. As they closed, I heard the receptionist -
“I’m so curious to know what your insides taste like, Michael.”
Fuck. Me.
Ninth floor. I needed to go to the ninth floor.
I found the 9th floor button and pressed it. It felt like it didn’t register my push, so I pressed the button again. And again. Come on, come on, come on, ninth fucking floor. I tried again and again, but nothing was happening.
Fuck it. I’ll go back to the ground floor, I thought to myself. Back to the start.
As I went to press the ‘G’ button, I realized it was missing. Just that one singular button gone. Fuck.
I was getting claustrophobic. I took in deep breaths to prevent myself from having a full blown episode.
The elevator started moving up again. A panel above the elevator doors lit up with the following number: 11.
Someone was calling the elevator?
I started talking to myself to self-soothe. “It’s okay, someone will call the 9th floor soon. That’s where I’ll get off.”
As the elevator approached its new destination, I noticed that the background lounge music in the elevator had changed. It was now an instrumental arrangement of “Happy Birthday”. Huh. Not sure why this thing thought it was my birthday.
I glanced at the weather report on the TV. At least it was going to be sunny all week! Silver linings.
“Now arriving at the 11th floor.” DING!
The doors opened, I hung around the inside corner of the elevator beside the buttons. No need to have another nightmare-ish experience, right?
An old woman stepped onto the elevator.
Great, I’m sure this will be easy to explain to her.
She smiled at me, as the doors closed.
With a lump in my throat, I asked – “What floor?”
“Ground floor please.”
“Uh, I’m sorry ma’am but that button is missing. Maybe we could wait until someone calls us to the 9th floor?”
“9th? No, I think I’ll just go to the 2nd floor instead, then.”
She went to press the button.
“Ma’am, I don’t think it’d be safe to–”
“I have plenty of friends on the 2nd floor. It’ll be okay.”
Aaaaaaand she pressed it. I didn’t feel comfortable cornering an elderly stranger in a seemingly haunted elevator. But I tried again to convince her –
“I know this sounds weird, but I have it under good authority that the 2nd floor probably isn’t safe. I’d strongly recommend not getting off until we reach 9.”
She smiled.
“Dear, it’ll be alright. You know, I like to take all opportunities that are given to me. It’s… a shame that you turned your opportunity down. I know the folks on 5 are very disappointed.”
I backed up into the corner of the elevator.
I saw the reflection of the old lady in the elevator’s back mirror. She looked ghastly. Otherworldly.
“Now arriving at the 2nd floor.”
The doors opened. She smiled at me again, and then exited.
I poked my head around the corner to look at the 2nd floor. It was damp. It looked old. More like a cave than an office. I heard a low rumble.
A man dressed in a fancy suit approached the elevator doors and held them open before they could close.
“You getting off here too, champ? I heard that 5 wanted you. I think we can give you a better offer.”
“I’m good.”
“You sure, bud? The salary is eight hundred thousand dollars every hour.”
“I’m good.”
“I’m kidding bud. The salary is we remove your eyes so you don’t have to see him.”
The floor went pitch black. The low rumble got much louder and started reverberating in my ears. Suddenly, the businessman grabbed me by the collar and tried to pull me out of the elevator.
I clung onto the ends of it. Fuck. Fuck!
I started kicking and headbutting him. I was able to make him let go of me momentarily, as I desperately pressed on the “close doors” button. Miraculously, the elevator responded much quicker this time and they closed immediately.
I tried the 9th floor button again. Didn’t work. I pressed 8 instead. Anything to get away from this hell-hole of a floor.
I heard a loud banging on the door as the elevator started taking off. Like an aggressive knock.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
As I saw the floor numbers rising -
3… 4… 5…
The banging continued. Just as loud. What the fuck?
6th floor… 7th floor…
The banging on the door didn’t subside.
“Now arriving at the 8th flo–”
I pressed the button for the 23rd floor. Just as we arrived on 8, I mashed the “close doors” button just as the elevator doors were about to open. The banging continued as the elevator doors started denting.
The elevator continued going up.
9…
10…
11…
The banging softened.
14…
15…
And softened.
19…
20…
21…
And disappeared.
“Now arriving at the 23rd floor.”
It was gone. Thank fucking god.
I exhaled. It felt like I’d narrowly avoided disaster.
The doors opened.
I scanned the new floor, and I realized… I was back on the ground floor. That’s what it looked like, anyways. Did I escape? Was I finally free?
A man stood not-too-far from the door. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t exactly place him.
“Hey man,” he spoke.
Was this the guy who got off the elevator just as I got on?
“...hey.”
“It’s over man. You got out,” he told me.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me… but I had to fight it.
“But you said the 9th floor was the only safe one, right?”
“That was a trick. You followed your gut and you were right. 23rd floor. The real safe floor. You can step out now, man.”
I didn’t leave.
“There’s someone here who really wants to see you.”
I couldn’t move.
“He wants to give you a job. He thinks you’re gonna be great.”
Why the fuck couldn’t I move?
“He’s in the other room. I’m gonna fetch him, okay? All you have to do is look at him. It’ll feel a bit weird at first, but then it’ll all be okay. It’s a permanent position. Great benefits. It is fully onsite, but, no better birthday present than a new job, right?”
I lowered my gaze to the floor. I forced myself to mutter the following words - “It’s not my fucking birthday.”
As he left to fetch… whoever he was meaning to fetch, he gave me the following response: “Relax, man. No cursing on the job. We’re a family here.”
It felt like I could only move a centimeter at a time. A true snail’s pace. I inched my finger closer and closer to the “close door” button.
I heard footsteps. He was coming back.
With every fiber of my being, I pushed through. I hit the button.
The doors closed, and I collapsed to the floor… free from whatever weird force was stopping me from moving.
“I’ll let you two talk more on the elevator,” I heard him say from outside the doors.
What?
Instinctively, I looked around.
To my surprise, there was nothing. The elevator was the same as it had always been.
A lengthy exhale. I was done with all of this. At this point, I would’ve taken death over continuing this bullshit any longer.
As I pondered my next move in this hopeless situation, I noticed something strange. The button to the 9th floor was lit up. An ominous, crimson-red color.
Before I could do anything else, my phone started ringing. I checked the call.
It was my wife.
I answered.
“Babe. Fuck, I don’t know why I didn’t even think to call you - I’m trapped in an elevator and fucked up shit is happening and maybe I should call the cops? Fuck I–”
“Hun. Don’t go to the ninth floor.”
“What? W-wait, how do you even–”
“It’s a trick, honey. You have to trust me. The man from before was lying to you. It’s not safe.”
“None of this has been safe! How do you even know everything that’s happening?!”
“You just need to trust me, hun.”
I paused.
“So what do you want me to do then?”
A demon on the other side of the phone answered this time.
“GO TO YOUR INTERVIEW.”
I hung up the call and in a panic, I mashed on the 9th floor button. The elevator started rising again.
Even with me hanging up the call, the muffled sound of the demonic voice coming from my phone continued.
“GO TO YOUR INTERVIEW.
GO TO YOUR INTERVIEW.
GO TO YOUR INTERVIEW.”
I pulled out my phone and flung it to the ground as hard as I could. I stomped on it angrily. The warped sound of “GO TO YOUR INTERVIEW” slowly started dying out.
But suddenly, the elevator started shaking. It was continuing to go up… but it was faster than usual. Really, really fucking fast all of a sudden. Almost like the 9th floor was now way below me.
It felt like an amusement park ride with no breaks on it. Loose. Dangerous. Flinging up at an insane speed, almost as if it was falling upwards.
“But I pressed nine?!” I screamed to myself, exasperated.
It didn’t matter.
“Now arriving at the 41st floor.”
God, what the fuck?
I was brought to my knees by the speed of the elevator traveling faster and faster.
“Now arriving at the 90th floor.”
The buttons didn’t even go past 52.
“Now arriving at the 141st floor.”
Fuck.
“Now arriving at the 230th floor.”
“Now arriving at the 401st floor.”
I felt like I was inside a bullet. The pleasant voice of the elevator lady was getting deeper and deeper as we rose.
“Now arriving at the 840th floor.”
The voice started croaking. A demonic sound this time –
“Now arriving at SOMEWHERE NICE.”
A sudden halt. The elevator stopped. The doors didn’t open though. The panel above the elevator doors had no indication on what floor we were on.
As I sat, I heard what could be best described as the sounds of hell coming from outside the elevator. Low grunts of pain. Crackling. A dark hymn.
Was this where I was supposed to get off?
Before I could ponder the question further, I heard a soft tapping on the elevator. A voice from outside –
“Do you want to trade?” said the voice.
I decided to bite, for reasons I still don’t fully understand.
“What do you mean?”
“What if you stay on this floor forever, and I get to go home?”
“Uhm. I, uh, think I’m good…”
“But I really want to go home.”
It almost sounded like the voice of a kid. Fucking hell.
“I-I’m sorry, kid,” I mustered back.
“It’s okay.”
An awkward silence between us.
“He told me that he wants to wish you a Happy Birthday,” said the kid.
“I, uh… think he’s got it wrong. Today isn’t my birthday.”
“It is,” he responded. “It’s the first day of your new life. Your birthday.”
…?
“He wants you to look at the TV.”
What?
I looked at the TV in the top corner of the elevator, hoping to see the one constant I’d had during this whole cursed trip - the weather.
Instead, the TV was now showcasing what looked to be CCTV footage. Grainy footage from a camera… of the exact elevator I was in. A live feed of this exact moment.
Except, the TV showed me lying down. Looking up with a wide smile on my face.
And something above me on the ceiling. Looking straight down at me.
Him.
The lights in the elevator went off. The elevator plummeted downwards, as I closed my eyes and screamed for dear fucking life.
I waited for the impact.
For what I knew was my demise.
Here it comes.
Here it fucking comes.
I’m not ready.
I’m not ready at all.
“Now arriving at the 9th floor.”
DING!
The doors opened.
Wait, what?
9th floor?
I peeked out from the elevator.
Another reception desk.
Wait, is this really the -
I was interrupted by a voice from the outside.
“You coming out or what you fucking moron?”
I got to my feet. The feeling of distrust… anxiety, whatever you’d call it. My fear intuition. It was gone.
I felt light.
Fuck it.
I stepped onto the floor and approached the counter.
The receptionist handed me what looked like a button for the elevator.
“For the ground floor,” she said. “Single use only.”
I took it and headed towards the elevator.
Then, I turned back to face her.
“Can I maybe take the stairs?”
She shook her head.
“If you didn’t like the elevator, then you’re really not gonna like the stairs.”
Fair enough.
I got into the elevator.
I said a silent prayer to myself as I put the button where it belonged.
It fit without any issue.
I pressed it, and the elevator went down. It was a smooth ride.
“Now arriving at the ground floor.”
DING!
As I got ready to exit, I realized that the ground floor button was missing once again. Strange. I didn’t linger on it.
I marched out, ready to get the fuck out of this building.
I noticed a woman running onto the elevator. I tried to stop her, but something in my body wouldn’t let me.
The most I could muster was putting my hand on the door to relay a message to her before the doors closed.
“Don’t get off until you reach the 9th floor. No matter what.”
The woman just smiled at me.
“Happy Birthday Michael.”

Throwaway here
Up until a few days ago I (39m) was dating/just establishing a relationship with a single mother (41f). We have been seeing each other for just over 2 months. Not a long time I know but the ease in which we connected really felt very unique and different than past relationships. A fact she acknowledged more than once. We share similar perspectives, find enjoyment in many of the same things, equally dorky and awkward. We really felt in sync.
I know the intensity of feelings I felt towards her were disproportionate, in a typical sense, to the amount of time we spent/knew each other. When speaking with friends I even said it was stupid I felt this strength of connection so quickly. I know it's easy to think I was naive or seeing things that weren't there, but I am confident that's not the case. There were real reciprocation of feelings and intensity in moments that we both identified. I think I communicate well, I am clear, and understanding, and a good listener. She really appreciated this quality and as such was very open and clear about her feelings towards me as well. Saying things like how she's never dated someone like me (I've been through some shit, did therapy, became pretty emotionally intelligent and self-reflective as a result), telling me how appreciative she is for me, gave me a card stating this on the day she started to pull back actually, how my touch gives her tingles. Straight up telling me a week before how she really likes me.
Yes we were intimate a few times. Intense and mutually satisfying, had improtu spicy chats during the day including the day before we last saw each other. On top of her words and discussions there were actions that also spoke to her really being serious about the connection we were developing. She happens to live right next to her parents and her sisters family. Now she could have kept me separate from all that, but she didn't. I met her sister pretty early on when having a date night at her house. Then a week later she invites me to her sister's house for a little BBQ, was an excellent night. And I ended up meeting her parents too. Not by happenstance either, but rather here come inside my parents house and say hello. And she was having conversations with her son about me and trying to get him comfortable with the idea of meeting me. I even helped her move appliances with her and her dad 3 days before the pull back and 1 week before she ended it. I even installed the washer and dryer for her, then encouraged her to go to an event for her son right after I got done, without me. I didn't do it for any other reason than I really liked her and acts of service are one of the ways I show how I care and it made me feel good to do it, to be there for her. This all has a certain connotation or level of seriousness in a relationship all in its own.
My emotions fed off of her words and actions, maybe my openness and honesty felt like a bit much at times, like I was oversharing. But it was honest and reciprocated every time. There were palpable moments of electricity between us.
Then came the pull back...she is a nurse who works 12 hour shifts and has shared custody of her son. I work a typical m-f schedule. So as we are building this whatever it was, spending time together was a challenge sometimes. I completely respect her keeping me separate from her son until the time was right, never pushed, always accepted that her role as a mother comes first.
So she asks me if I want to do dinner at my house for this past Tuesday. Tuesday is my golf night, but I made an effort to go to work early, leave early, get my match done early so we can have a nice evening. I even took the morning off in case we were up late, so we could maybe wake up next to each other and enjoy sometime together in the morning. She was really excited about this, or rather implied that she was. Even had the spicy talk the day before.
Then she arrives and I can tell something is off. Shes not as receptive to my touch, dynamic is off. After dinner we sit on the couch and she breaks down in tears. She's feeling like we are moving fast, she feels like our texting is taking away from time with her son, wants to dial it back. She has her son for a 5 day stint starting the next day, doesn't want to feel tethered to her phone, wants to feel present. Okay, I get it, respect it, no problem at all. She then tells me about how her divorce went down, kind of wild and not exactly how she made it seem at first. She definitely still is working through that stuff and the ex dynamic is poor and I think he bullies her and knows her buttons. I straight up told her that if I was her partner I would be there and defend her and not let his bullshit slide (maturely, I'm 40 and don't need to be physical). She did say a few times that she was always waiting for the other shoe to drop with us because of her past relationship trauma. But guys, I have no other shoe. I'm a god damn gentleman doing his best to operate in a time when women are more independent, and I support it and respect it.
I send her an email the following day apologizing if I came in to strong, I believe in what we are building, I respect boundaries and her and all her terrific attributes. She responds by saying it was beautiful and she looks forward to moving forward with me. I also suggest phone calls or Video chats in lieu of texting moving forward. And I assured her I didn't need to be in contact 24/7 and that I like my independence as well.
Over the next couple days I let her lead the conversation. If she texted I responded. Typically it wasn't immediately but within 15 minutes unless I myself was busy. I wouldn't try and engage in long discussions. Just little check ins it seemed like. Then her text style changed again, less frequent, no emoji, no real engagement from her in to my activities. I felt it coming.
She was ill over these past few days with bronchitis and was having her period, she felt cruddy and I felt bad I couldn't be there for her like I wanted to. I would ask how she was doing, if she needed anything. Her response was that I was sweet but she could manage. But she began to not ask me about what I was up to, or really engage much at all.
Saturday she ends it, says she hasn't really put all her focus on being a mom since her divorce (4 years ago), she made some relationship mistakes post divorce, still healing, really wants to be there for her son (kid sounds amazing btw). But okay, yeah I am bummed but I respect it. What else can I do right? Kid comes first, I get it.
But you know what really bothered me is that when asked about what we were felt for each other, if it was real, she denies we had this special connection and that she thinks she was forcing it....so my long winded question here is... After all that, does that sound like she was forcing it? She said she felt there was an incompatibility but couldn't identify what it was. She's sorry for leading me on, then tells me not to lose her number. Like wtf? I think she is either lying to herself to make herself feel better or there is something else going on. My hypothesis is that our potential scared her, she doesn't want to get big time hurt again and is anxious about it and somebody put the bug in her ear that the feelings she is having is because she is forcing it (she mentioned a comment a coworker made to this extent about it being forced because she wasnt as giddy as she had been, I think she was fearful and this person labeled it as force). I say this because it all doesn't make sense, I am probably wrong, help me make sense of this, please.
Tl;Dr built a wicked connection with a woman, have evidence it wasn't one sided, special connection, met her parents, installed her appliances, got dumped a week later and was told it wasn't real but forced.

Why was it so critical that a stalker doesn't get your number, can't you just block them? or would the stalker find a way to call and send messages from unknown numbers?

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It was my cousin sister's wedding and we are Indians, so if you are Indian or know Indian friends/weddings, you know the drill - the daysss long wedding events, the heavy dresses and jewelry, and also, some serious family dramas.
My cousin and I are very close even if there is a huge age gap between us. Naturally, when her wedding came around I was very excited and I helped a lot with the planning and decoration and the food - literally everything. It was exactly as we have imagined her wedding to be like. Just perfect in every way possible. But again, it's a wedding. How is a wedding ever complete with a Drama Llama? So dear potato community, here is the tea.
The man that my cousin was marrying to, my current BIL, is an amazing man who has been with my cousin since their college days. They were friends in their college days and when they started working they joined the same company so they remained close to each other. Friendship turned into love and they decided to date and eventually get married. Both the families were informed and everyone was very happy with their decisions, except just one person. BIL's sister. She didn't have any personal problems with my cousin, her only issue was that her best friend liked my BIL, let's name this friend the 'idiot' (because she truly is an idiot and this is honestly the nicest word I can use for her).
When idiot found out that BIL loved someone else and is getting married, she went ballistic. She has been trying to get his attention for so many years and he didn't even turn towards her even for one day and he was being head over heels for my cousin. I understand her being upset, I have been a girl in love and in heartbreak too, but I wouldn't try to break someone's marriage because of my heartbreak.
Yes she tried to stop their marriage via BIL's sister. The two forged all types of absurd accusations on my cousin and tried to anonymously sneak in the accusations in means of messages from unknown numbers to my cousin's then future FIL and MIL, to emails and even letters delivered to their doorstep. My cousin was really stressed because she thought the FIL and MIL would think the accusations are true and would stop the wedding. I told her, "don't worry sisso, I am here." (add dramatic music here and imagine a cape on my back).
My cousin's father (my maternal uncle), me and my brother first went to the FIL and MIL to let them know that all of this was false and that my cousin is innocent. We asked them for some time and that we will find proof of who has been sending them those false news and will let them know of everything and then they are free to judge and make decisions from their side. We got the permission from them and decided to get to work immediately.
One thing I forgot to mention was that BIL used to live in his own house in a different state from where his parents lived after he got a job. Before this, my cousin and BIL used to live in one town and went to college together. Once they got their jobs, they both came to my city, BIL got his own house and my cousin came to live with me. His family came to live with him when he told them that he wanted to marry so they came help him with the wedding arrangements. What's unfortunate is that the sister also brought her best friend, the 'idiot', who was in love with my BIL since she was 15 and BIL was 17.
I mentioned BIL having his own separate house in a new town because it was important to mention. Both his sister and the idiot didn't know he installed security cameras in his house and that the camera was pretty well hidden so they couldn't have noticed either. We asked BIL if we can see the camera's recordings and we saw someone early in the morning at 4 am dropping a letter. Guess who it was... THE IDIOT!! We showed it to my cousin's FIL and MIL and they cross questioned the idiot about it and she was in tears and admitted to everything. She and BIL's sister apologized for everything. They were forgiven and it was a happily ever after... or so you thought...
Everything after that was pretty peaceful, all the arrangements were made and we are now at the wedding day. My cousin was really jumpy and on her toes at all times, she was panicking so bad about everything. My brother and I had to sit her down and talk her out of her panic. She however mentioned that she was scared that idiot might try to pull up some sick stunt to ruin her wedding day. I however told to her calm down cause I wouldn't let my precious angel's wedding get ruined. I have seen enough Charlotte's videos to know that we must always have a backup plan prepared in advance in situations like this. And so I did. I collected a lot of information and evidences and kept them in place in case they come in handy.
I had my suspicions that they would do something to mess up the wedding way before it even became a thought in my cousin's mind, so I did a little research about the two. Since we all belong from the same hometown, I got in contact with my friends who still lived in the town that my cousin and my BIL used to live in. I asked around about these two baboons and found out that BIL's sister had a boyfriend and has even slept with him. Premarital smex is a big no no here. As for the idiot, I found out that she was slowly getting BIL's sister into illegal substances and into becoming a call girl. Again, a big no no. And I think no parent in this world would want their child to do something that would end up in trouble for them and the child as well. I knew my cousin's FIL and MIL would be worried about their daughter and take actions immediately if I let them know of this. I would have told them this after the wedding was over anyway, but that would have been in private so no one else would know, but I guess the girls wanted something else.
Once the wedding ceremony started and the guests were all there, they were enjoying, everyone was having fun and giving their blessings to the new husband and wife to be. These two pain in the asses were going around and gossiping about my cousin to everyone. We noticed that, and we came up with a quick solution. I asked two of my male friends, who is very attractive to go and talk to the girls. However I told them to switch on their recorder and be with them no matter what. God bless my two friends, they did exactly what I told them without thinking twice. They came to me after an hour or so and told me what was going on.
The two girls were planning to ruin her wedding dress. When I tell you that shit was costly, IT WAS COSTLY. It was really heavy with all the heavy stone work that was done on the cream colored lehenga and if it was stained it would be ruined. We could not afford that in any cost. She was taking a glass of juice from the juice counters and tried sitting right behind the bride but I stepped in and told her to go sit behind her brother and that I would sit behind my cousin. She was trying so hard but me and my brother kept pushing her off and away from my cousin. Eventually she did manage to throw it but it accidentally landed on someone from the groom's side and she got scolded by her. While her grumpy face was funny to see, I still had enough because if that aunty wasn't there, it would have been my cousin. After the wedding was over and people were going to start taking the photos with the couple, I announced that me and my brother had some things to say. Initially we talked about the bride and the groom but then we shifted the attention to the groom's sister and her friend. We played the audios of the calls I had with her friends in the hometown as a surprise to the groom's sister. There were a lot of angry faces, some on the sister and some on me and my brother. I tried to explain, that had she and her friend not try to ruin my cousin sister's wedding dress, this wouldn't have been broadcasted to the entire wedding venue. I then called my two male friends and both of their faces was in gasps. Both of them pulled out their phones and I played the recordings on one of the phones, which explained how they were still spreading fake news about my cousin and also them planning to ruin my cousin's dress. We also got the video recording of them actively trying to throw the red colored drink on my cousin's dress.
Both of them got kicked out from there and weren't allowed to enter until the rest of the ceremony was over. Both of them stood outside, making attempts to convince anyone who would listen to them and let them in, but no one paid heed to them. Once everyone got home they were scolded badly and my BIL's sister kept screaming at me that I was so mean and rude to have their truths exposed to not just her family, but to every relative and friends who was there to witness the show. While my cousin was glad that I had her back and my brother is standing in support of me, my parents and some of our relatives think that it should have dealt within the family and shouldn't have been exposed to anyone outside of the immediate family members. AITA?
Note: I am so sorry if the post ended up being too long but I just wanted to give all the context that would be required to judge the entire situation and my actions as well. Also if something doesn't make sense just blame it on my sleepy head cause I wrote it in half sleep mode.

Mine, I'm unsure how to describe it, and it's a long story; it’s a few weeks back
I remember being on the set of the live-action One Piece for Sabaody Archipelago, and for some reason, I got to see The Filming. During the shoot, The actor playing Eustass Kid had a freak accident and was rushed to the hospital. Everyone on set, including The Shrawhats Actors, went to The local hospital to see if he was okay. I was told to wait outside the room, and while there, I saw The Actor playing Basil Hawkins. He was still in his makeup, but he looked Arabic. He chatted with me, and although I don't remember what we talked about, He asked for my phone number. He said he needed to go somewhere, so I followed him to a car park for some reason. He put his long hair into a ponytail and took off his makeup in the park. He was talking on the phone and then drove off on his motorcycle. I don't know where he went, but I remember being back in The hospital. The Actor playing Killer also asked about The Eustass Kid Actor. We weren't allowed to see him in the emergency room; some of The producers, crew, and even my parents were there. The dream ended with me wondering if The Eustass Kid actor survived and where Basil Hawkins's actor went.
I think that dream had to do with Hawkings betraying The Kid Pirates in The Anime. Did anyone else have dreams relating to The OP plots or for whatever reasons??

I have newly got a job, everybody was curious about me because I was new, so was he. He came and asked couple of questions where I am from etc. Few days after I saw him but we didn't talk. Then the next time of job, I needed a help with something, he came and helped me and then we started to talk again. He asked me what I am studying etc. After that talk he was coming near me and asking questions like what I do on my free time etc. After that talk, I really felt something towards him and I felt like he kinda likes me too.I am working in a kitchen btw and I work part time.
After 1 week(this sunday), I was waiting in the kitchen to start work, he was there drinking something and we started to talk again. He stood there and talked to me almost like 15 min, which after manager warned him. During the talk, we talked about my city, the country, where I live in the current country etc. After I started to work, and some time later I burned my arm. I went to manager room for the spray and he was there again .While I was waiting for my arm to get better, he asked if I'm okay etc and then asked "do you like to go restaurant, club, cafe etc after work?" Which I replied as "Yes" , and then I was confused because I thought he asked me generally, so I asked "you mean together?" Which he replied as yes. After awhile, he got my phone number. Btw, I also checked his schedule, he supposed to finish at 9 pm, but he finished at 11 pm, same time as me. After we changed clothes, my sister and her husband came to pick me up and I introduced him with other friend to them because my sister would soon work in the same place. Before introducing, he asked if I will go with them, which I couldn't reply because the other guy was already near my sister and I rushed for some reason, I was also so tired that day with huge feeling of throw up. Basically my brain malfunctioned at that time.
Yesterday he messaged me. We texted a bit on WhatsApp but after some message, he just left me on read. From his last seen, I can see he is online or just write someone every 10-15 minute. So I am confused on why he is doing this or is it just me being delusional that I got wrong signs from him and make everything in my head? He also looks directly in my eyes while talking, and once when he didn't hear me and I had to go near his ear he was about to hold my waist. I guess I am just one of his backups. Should I confront him about it or just walk away?

so i am (16M) a delhi resident
abhi maine school change kara h and mai bus se jaata hu and there is one new guy we recently became friends
so the story is that two days ago he forgot his earbuds tws on the bus seat and he get off the bus and phir maine dekha vo use bhul gya h so maine tws ko apne pass rakh liya socha ki jab ayega tab de dunga but phir ghar aake i realised ki usne bola tha vo kal nhi ayega aur mai bhi nhi aane waala tha because parso se vacations ho rhi thi school mei so i thought ab holidays ke baad hi chances h dene ka....
the thing is that i dont even have his phone number as we recently became friends and his house is also in a gully i even dont know where it is but bhot dur h ghar
and usne bola tha na ki vo nhi ayega but vo aagya us din aur mai nhi aaya aur usne meri choti behen (jo mere hi school mei h) use bol diya ki tere bhai ne mere earbuds chori kar liye aur vo chor h and all that stuff...idk how he got to know ki mere pass h earbuds probably isliye because mai hi uske pass baitha tha..
but the point is that usne mujhpe chori ke allegations laga diye so ab to mai soch rha hu use vacations ho jaane ke baad bhi vo tws na du chahe kuch bhi ho..,bcoz this mf literally just called me a thief jabki maine to vo earbuds bas isliye utha liye the taaki vo kho naa jaaye bus mei ya koi aur na lele and mai use baad mei de bhi deta
can u guys suggest me ki mujhe ab vo dene chahiye na nhi???

so i am (16M) a delhi resident
abhi maine school change kara h and mai bus se jaata hu and there is one new guy we recently became friends
so the story is that two days ago he forgot his earbuds tws on the bus seat and he get off the bus and phir maine dekha vo use bhul gya h so maine tws ko apne pass rakh liya socha ki jab ayega tab de dunga but phir ghar aake i realised ki usne bola tha vo kal nhi ayega aur mai bhi nhi aane waala tha because parso se vacations ho rhi thi school mei so i thought ab holidays ke baad hi chances h dene ka....
the thing is that i dont even have his phone number as we recently became friends and his house is also in a gully i even dont know where it is but bhot dur h ghar
and usne bola tha na ki vo nhi ayega but vo aagya us din aur mai nhi aaya aur usne meri choti behen (jo mere hi school mei h) use bol diya ki tere bhai ne mere earbuds chori kar liye aur vo chor h and all that stuff...idk how he got to know ki mere pass h earbuds probably isliye because mai hi uske pass baitha tha..
but the point is that usne mujhpe chori ke allegations laga diye so ab to mai soch rha hu use vacations ho jaane ke baad bhi vo tws na du chahe kuch bhi ho..,bcoz this mf literally just called me a thief jabki maine to vo earbuds bas isliye utha liye the taaki vo kho naa jaaye bus mei ya koi aur na lele and mai use baad mei de bhi deta
can u guys suggest me ki mujhe ab vo dene chahiye na nhi???