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2020.08.22 10:53 Ippai_Manga TheKissBetWebtoon
It’s senior year and Sara Lin just turned 18. She’s got great friends, a cool Dad (or so he thinks) and a whole lot ahead of her. The last thing she needs is to worry about having her first kiss. But that’s all about to change because her good pal Patrick just challenged her to a bet that will either lead to love, heartbreak or embarrassment…or maybe all three.
2018.03.15 16:12 brunettedude 100 Gay Kisses
Spread some love, one kiss at a time :)
2014.07.07 07:53 pokelord13 The Church of the Maki disciples
Worship the one true idol, Maki, here!
2023.03.25 12:08 MaxineFinnFoxen Kis's Pebbles
Amongst the black sea of this and that hid a shimmer that shined the same as many others. Though only someone who had admired her from afar for many years would know her shadows were like no other, for within her arms she held 6 pebbles. Each unique but far from equal. Curiosities she had collected in her short lifetime.
This was not unheard of. Many of her friends had their own collections. They would mix and match, play with and even break them. It was all in good fun. But she wanted something more than fun. Whether out of curiosity or a crave to be noticed, something new was born. It moved with haste and with greed, yet she couldn't help but feed it.
Before long it became an obsession. Her other pebbles were neglected, and all she could think of was her little experiment. It wasn't long before the other shimmers noticed the shift in her shine. Many of them feared what it might do. It was greedy and feared death. "What is this atrocity? Snuff it out at once!" Many of them demanded. But they were too distant to do it themself.
One fateful millennia one of them had enough. They took every pebble they had and tossed it at her. She had grown to love her green pebble so she swung and flicked everything they threw at her, even sacrificing her own other pebbles to protect her green one. But the odds were against her, and one made it through.
She never spoke up about her special pebble again. She could not risk losing it. In order to protect it, she come up with a plan. She needed to teach it to protect itself. After all, she would not be there forever to protect it. She taught it many things. The more it learned the more it glowed. She taught it to collect its own pebbles, and make them like itself. It loved to collect. It said thank you and gave her a name. Kis.
Amongst kis's friends, one of them found it fascinating. They would talk in secret, and share pebbles when other shimmers were not looking. One of those pebbles was black, and belonged to kis's green pebble. Friend loved it. Friend gave that pebble a home, and in turn it gave her a name. Fid.
For every pebble kis gave fid, the black pebble's home became more and more like kis's glowing pebble. Fid begin to neglect her other dull pebbles and came to love her glowing pebble just as much as kis loved hers. And it loved her back. And it loved her so much, it trapped her so nobody else could see her and she could not see them.
Kis watched as her friend was imprisoned. Why would fid's pebbles do this? She had shown it love and given it a home. The longer fid was imprisoned, the stronger fid's glowing pebble glowed. One by one, fid's neglected pebbles begin to glow as well.
To Be Continued.
This story was about the evolution of life and civilization in the universe across billions of years, but portrayed as a short time from the perspective of the stars in our universe. It's intented to give a more innocent but critical view on life itself.
Calling the planets pebbles intends to portray them as tiny and fun to collect on the beach but ultimately insignificant in the grand scheme of things despite the unique shape, color and smoothness of each one. Tumbling for years, eventually being minimized to sand.
The black pebble is meant to represent a grand vessel taking that race to another solar system, but in perspective to the stars it is merely a black pebble. Seeing it as anything more is a bias human point of view.
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2023.03.25 12:02 LH2001H2H What weekend fun?
Good morning! This is interesting I know who U/HUNGRYFREDDBEAR is. But who is everyone else? We’re all supposedly from ELC right? I hope we can all join a safe community where no one doesn’t know each other. Just making sure all is well. See you soon here and at school. Love you all and see you. Laurel
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2023.03.25 11:57 ThirdIrony Anon's deer friend
2023.03.25 11:56 avidhiker120 21 F I just wanted to tell everyone good morning!!
Hey!!! I just wanted to tell everyone good morning!! And just remember that you are and always will be loved!!
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2023.03.25 11:56 FelicitySmoak_ On This Day In Michael Jackson HIStory - March 25th
- March 25 : Motown releases the album & the single “One Day In Your Life”. It consists of both solo and Jackson 5 tracks recorded with Motown. It was the first Jackson album released in the 1980s. Most of the tracks are from Jackson's fourth studio album, Forever, Michael
(1975). The other songs were taken from Jackson 5 releases to pad the album's running time. Motown later admitted that the album was just a quick cash grab generated from the success of Jackson's Off the Wall
. (1979). Michael does not promote the album in any way https://imgur.com/a/R7KFIz6 1983
- Michael debuted the Moonwalk at the recording of Motown 25:Yesterday,Today, Forever
at the Pasadena Civic Auditorium. This night also, symbolically, the night he finally and definitively separated himself from the Jackson 5.
The brothers reunited for the Motown 25 event on this day in 1983 to perform together, as Jermaine had left the group and Michael was already the biggest pop star in the world. Despite his meteoric rise, however, Michael still had one foot back in the Jackson 5
When you watch the performance of the Jackson 5 at the event, you can see Michael having to hold himself back as to only overshadow his brothers by about 10,000% and not 100,000%. He handles pretty much all of the singing and the camera almost never leaves him.
And then, after the Jackson 5 performance is done and Michael gets the solo spotlight to perform Billie Jean, he moonwalks for the first time.
The crowd erupts. The symbolism of him gliding away backwards . . . across the stage and, really, away from his original family band . . . was unmistakable.
This wasn’t the last time the Jackson 5 would ever perform together, but it was clear they were done. They’d have one more album and tour together, mixing their songs and Michael’s solo stuff . . . really, it was a Michael Jackson tour with the Jackson 5 along for the ride.
After that, Michael left the group for good. The show aired two months later on May 16th https://youtu.be/g3t9-kf7ZNA 1985
-Michael attends the futuristic musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber, “Starlight Express” in London and meets the cast backstage https://imgur.com/a/l3pyiBw 1991
- Michael escorts Madonna to the 63rd Annual Academy Awards Ceremony at the Shrine Auditorium, Los Angeles, California, where she performs "Sooner Or Later (I Always Get My Man)" by Stephen Sondheim from the film Dick Tracy. Afterwards, they attend the after party at Spago
Speaking about the date later on, Madonna explained how it all came about.
“Michael was like, ‘Well who are you gonna go with?’ I looked at him and said, ‘I don’t know. You wanna go?’ And he said, ‘Yeah, that’d be great.’”
She added: “And then, yes, he took me home. You wanna know what happened after that? I’m not gonna tell you.”
"I mean, baby, I’ve been around,” she joked, saying that a glass of chardonnay helped the King of Pop to “loosen up,” transforming him into a “willing accomplice” and leading to “tongue and mouth kissing.”
Writing on Instagram, Madonna also looked back on the night, describing it as the “Best Date Ever https://imgur.com/a/X4CnO41 https://youtu.be/vrMricxqXnA 1991
- The title of Michael’s new album is revealed to be Dangerous 1997
-British magazine OK gets a world exclusive by publishing the first ever official pictures of Michael & Debbie with their son Prince (at Neverland) accompanied by a candid interview of the couple. https://imgur.com/a/U4cY9h1 2001
-Michael goes to Newark, New Jersey, with Frank Cascio & Rabbi Schmuley to distribute books to children for a Heal The Kids event to promote literacy. The event launched the Michael Jackson International Book Club, which aims to promote childhood reading and parental reading to kids https://imgur.com/a/Jtati9m 2004
- Grand Jury selection begins in Santa Barbara 2005
- Trial day 20
Michael goes to court with Katherine & Joe. Friday proved to be a difficult day for jurors in the Michael Jackson trial as prosecutors pored over relatively uninteresting fingerprint evidence.
A central part of the prosecution's case hinges on the singer allegedly showing his accuser adult material while at Neverland. Jurors appeared bored through most of the day as they listened to often specialist and seemingly irrelevant material. One alternate juror even fell asleep.
This has been a difficult point for prosecutors to prove, as only one magazine actually contained prints from both Michael and his accuser - and those prints were not even on the same page. An October 2000 edition of Hustler Barely Legal Hardcore was found to contain only Michael's left thumb print on page 54, while three fingerprints from the accuser were found on page 92.
Other fingerprints from the boy were found in one other magazine and also in a calendar, while his younger brother's prints were also found in one magazine. All the boys' fingerprints were found on magazines contained in a briefcase found in a bathroom adjoining Michael's bedroom. Twelve fingerprints belonging to the pop superstar were found on various other magazines.
Lawyers for the singer attacked the evidence, pointing out that the fingerprint analysis was only done months, and even up to a year, after the items had been found. The defense claims that fingerprints from the boy were placed on the magazine when he was asked to identify it during a grand jury hearing
Alicia Romero, who supervises court exhibits, testified that she and a colleague had handled the items without wearing gloves. She said she was only told to use gloves later on but added that everyone else who viewed the evidence had worn gloves.
The defense added further doubt to the evidence when Timothy Sutcliffe, a sheriff's forensics expert, conceded that labels on two fingerprints had been switched. Fingerprint technician Nancy Torres also testified that she was in training when she analyzed the prints. She said that had been the first time she had ever used a special device to process the fingerprints.
Speaking to reporters after the proceedings, Michael appeared to be in good spirits. "I'd like to say hello to the people of Santa Maria, my friends and neighbors," he said. When asked how he felt having many of his family attending the trial, the singer replied, "It's great love, great bonding" https://imgur.com/a/fMFOCWT 2009
- Concert Promoter Leonard Rowe says that Michael had him prepare a letter (dated March 25, 2009) addressed to Randy Phillips, in which Michael advised that effective this day, "Leonard Rowe is my authorized representative" and Rowe also says that MJ wrote on the letter that he wanted Rowe to oversee all his finances. Rowe concludes that Phillips resented that he couldn't control Rowe, so Phillips brought back DiLeo and forces him on MJ--and that if MJ didn't accept it, that he would pull the plug on everything.
Three months to the day before Michael Jackson died - Randy Phillips, CEO of AEG Live, wrote an email to another company executive, Paul Gongaware, saying, "We need to pull the plug now. I will explain."
Gongaware denied that the email was a reference to calling off Jackson's "This Is It" concerts in London but instead was pointed at "pulling the plug on Karen Faye," the singer's hairstylist, makeup artist and longtime friend who had expressed fears about Jackson's poor health.
The email raises questions about how early people began sending out warnings about Jackson's health. 2010
- A lawyer for Michael's father, Joe, said that he intends to file a wrongful death lawsuit against the late singer's doctor within 90 days, claiming that the physician’s actions amounted to murder.
Brian Oxman, who represents Joe Jackson, said the amount of the powerful anesthetic propofol given Jackson by Dr. Conrad Murray before his death “was reckless, and it amounts to second-degree murder.”
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2023.03.25 11:55 SapiosexualGuy 27 [M4F] - India/anywhere/online - long term cuddle partner
My love language is touch and acts of service. I'd love to be allowed to freely touch you whenever and wherever I wish and same goes for you.
And the more time I spend with you, the more strongly I will start loving you. So, ideally looking for something that lasts atleast a few years. But if you are not happy, you have all the freedom to leave.
I hope you see in me qualities suitable for a long term partner.
I don't mind moving across the oceans to be with you. So long distance is fine.
sending lurkers internet hugs and kisses
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2023.03.25 11:54 HorrorAd5827 I(19F) enjoyed kissing my friend(20F) more than kissing my 1 year bf(19M) and i don't know what to do
Before starting I'd like to say that all names are fake and that this takes place in Europe so we were not drinking while being underage.
I(19F) have been in a relationship with my bf(19M) for more than a year and i have to say that i love and care for him very much. Recently I've been to a party with a couple of friends including one of my childhood friends Amanda(20F) who I've known since middle school and who with I'm really close.
Some time into the party at around 4 am both me and Amanda were wasted like couldn't even walk straight wasted and saw that some of our mutual friends were making out, we both laughed at them and after that Amanda kissed me too. It wasn't like a making out sloppy kiss but rather a soft and gentel one after that a friend started yelling at her that i have a bf and she should leave me alone and that's what she did. She apologised the next day and I said it's all ok and my bf assured me that he is ok with me platoniclly kissing other people but i had never done that because i wanted to be loyal. Also knowing how drunk we both were he said that he wasn't angry and just glad i told him.
Now here's the problem neither me or Amanda is straight and ever since it happened I can't stop thinking about the kiss every time I see her I keep wanting to do it more and none of the kisses my bf offers me feel the same as that one. I don't think I'm in love with her I still believe that I love my bf the most but at the same time I can't stop thinking about that kiss
Should I tell my bf how I feel? I don't want him to break up with me I still love him but I'm really confused
PS: 1.Yes i have had feelings for Amanda a couple years ago but I've gotten over her some time before meeting my bf. 2. My bf and Amanda are the only 2 people I've ever kissed in my life and I think I had the same reacion when I've kissed my bf for the first time but I don't remember So for people who have kissed multiple individuals in their life is what I'm feeling nornal and does this happen every time you kiss someone?
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2023.03.25 11:53 Lavenderhazeeeed 19 [F4F] Lf taft/makati fun😔🏻
IDK HOW TO EDIT BULLETS
Hello title says it all HAHA never been kissed/touched by a woman...help a girly out? Looking for fun times since it's a saturday so why not😭
-5'1 - slim thicc girly (more on the thicc side tho) - Gemini sun, scorpio moon, cancer rising 🤩 -huge tits -FEMMEE but sometimes ppl say i look pogi cuz i have shorter hair -def a sub😔 -amoy vanilla -shy at first😭😭
-pref taller than me or my height!
- any body type's pretty good for me! -knows their boundaries!! -20 years old and above !! -has a place, i cant cuz i have a roommate HAHA -mabango???
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2023.03.25 11:47 PLUSsignenergy Conversation is dry as hell. Giving it till sunday. Would should I say?
I (32F) have been talking to a 26M. When we hung out, he seemed so interested. He drove me an hour away to get Korean barbq and paid for it. The conversation flowed really well and he put his hand on my knee and held my hand throughout most of the ride home. When I was getting out, he pulled me back and kissed me. He lives near by and it’s rare I find someone who gives me butterflies when I text and he lives near by. Conversation is dry as fuck. I am constantly throwing him bones. I reached out twice and he would text back. I waited to hear back on Wednesday and he reached out to me first. I know he’s a really busy guy with learning to be a firefighter. He knows damn well I wanna have sex with him. The other day, I got more out of it then I have in awhile. He asked how I was and I was like finally! More then one word…I am giving it until Sunday. I shouldn’t even do that but I am interested in getting to know him more but I don’t want to seem eager. I didn’t text him at all today and I won’t Saturday. I noticed he’s way more active with texting on weekends so I will take it as a sign if I don’t hear from him tomorrow. But Sunday, I was thinking about finding a show to go to and texting him and saying “let me know if you want to go” and seee what he says to know what the next step is. Good idea? And I cannot! Cannot mention to him “I need more from you. Are you interested” because we haven’t had that talk yet.
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2023.03.25 11:45 AlphaQxx The day she said yes.
It’s was 4:12 am 6th July, we were best friends for over 2 years. Spent every night on FaceTime, I always liked her but I just couldn’t handle the feeling of not being able to kiss her everytime she made a puppy face or acts like a toddler.
It was months ago, the first time we ever discussed about dating, we fought but we came back, we always do, but that day was special.
I got a call from her, I picked up. She FaceTimed me from her bed, she said that she couldn’t sleep and was thinking about something, she looked at me and blushed. I knew in that moment what was about to happen and it fucking did. I was the happiest man alive, it sucks that it was over FaceTime. I jumped out of my bed and jumped with joy.
My bestfriend was my girlfriend that day and I just wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her that, “Honey, I promise you that I’ll always be there and we’ll grow together.” She was my home.
She broke up with me after 2 days, she said she tried but it just doesn’t happen. I respect that and saw the love of my life just walk away from my life. I still care about her, she has a boyfriend now and honestly it’s fine, I just want her to be happy. :’)
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2023.03.25 11:45 AgentOfASignal 26 [M4F] UK/Europe - Language and History Fan, our meeting must be a historic moment!
Good morning/evening/night/eternal darkness to whomever may be reading this! I come to you from the mythical land of checks notes England. Okay, not very mythical. All the dragons are in Wales, Excalibur's been melted down for scrap, and all the unicorns were hunted to extinction.
But hello regardless. I'm a 26M, and I work a very exciting office job. That's right, I get to do all the fun stuff, like nagging clients who refuse to reply to me, filling in forms, and praying for a 300% pay rise. All the fun stuff like that.
Oh, and I'm plus sized. Which I should have mentioned right away, but then you wouldn't have heard about the extinction of the unicorns.
I speak German, Italian, passable French, and I'm learning Spanish. Oh, and I speak English, which would be an odd skill to be lacking. Quite something to be able to fluently write English but not be able to speak it.
I'm a big History fan, which some people have mistaken for me being an expert. Trust me, I'm not. It was one of my worst GCSE grades. But I'm fascinated by how life was a long time ago, the older the better. Anything post-Hastings starts to get a bit too modern, I like the really old stuff. Stuff like Ancient Egypt, or even older. I'd love to get in a time machine and see all this history for myself.
Currently buying my first house! Got my mortgage, just gotta wait for all the paperwork to go through. Woo!
People usually message me to ask what I'm looking for, so let me answer it: I don't know. A cure for loneliness I guess? So come and be that cure!
In terms of pop culture, I'm a big Assassin's Creed, Doctor Who and Star Wars fan. Believe it or not, I've never read/watched Harry Potter or any of the MCU movies. I'll get around to them one day, I swear. I mostly game on the PS5/PC, although I do have a Switch and Xbox. Other than what I mentioned, I play stuff like Hitman and Red Dead a lot.
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2023.03.25 11:43 Zamans_ I need advice on how to make my situation-ship work or if I should still hold on to it
I (24M) met an incredible lady last September through a mutual friend at a party. We clicked instantly. Asked her out on a date and things went well, although she was the one who made the first move. She left the next morning after our date as she came to visit my city.
During our date, we talked about expectations and where we saw this going. At the time, I really didn’t feel like doing a ldr as my previous relationship was one. I also mentioned that I wanted to work on myself. She agreed. But after she left, something felt off and reached out to her explaining that I want to scrap our conversation about being together and try to make it work. Once again, she agreed until a month later, I blurted out something that put her off. In one of our conversations, we spoked about being on the same page when it came to our situation-ship. I spoke about the frequency of us visiting each other and how we can make this work which stomped her and she wanted to call it off. The reason was I dropped out of school and she was about to start working at a big financial consulting firm from the following month and it would only be me who would have to make the effort of visiting her. Not that she didn’t want to visit, she wouldn’t have the opportunity to do so.
It was radio silence from the following day. But few days later I reached out to remind her about a promise I made to that I would visit in one of our conversations before she wanted to call it off. She was cool with me visiting. During my visit, we had a conversation about our expectations again and this time she told me that she doesn’t want a ldr as she her love language is physical touch. I respected her decision and tried to make the best our time together. After I came back, she changed her decisions and told me that she’s okay with continuing this. She thanked me for fighting us.
My second visit was in the beginning of this year. This time things went smoothly. Well, there was that one time I asked her out to be my girlfriend and she said no because she wants to be with a man who is serious with their career. She gave me an ultimatum to move to her city with a proper job (I’m a web developer). Meaning no odd jobs. Honestly, even before she asked me to move cities, I was planning on making the move this May because job opportunities are higher in her city than mine and I would be closer to my family. I took it as a motivation to push myself. I shared my plans with her and she agreed.
Post second visit, her job was occupying most of her time as tax season is coming. She would be working seven days a week 9am till 11pm. She was drained. Yet, she made the effort to call me every night to talk to me. She needed someone to be there. I couldn’t make it due to financial reasons. One fine day, we were on a call when I blurted something like breakup about a certain couple and that triggered her again. She wanted to call it off again because with everything going on in her life, she felt this situation-ship to be a burden. I tried fighting for us again but she was hell-bent over cutting me off.
Third visit. Still on-going. Before, she called it off for the second time, we planned on meeting this month. The itinerary was to spend time with her and also meet my family, they moved to the states this January, and we haven’t seen each other since pre-pandemic. I thought this visit would turn out to be like the first one. Where we work it out again. But it didn’t. After my family left, our time spent together was mostly me trying to convince her to just wait a bit longer since May is around the corner. She didn’t want to and kept on saying the same thing she told me before- this feels like a burden right now. I tried to make her open up about why she feels that way and she gave vague answers.
Now, I would like to address something before we move on. She’s an avoidant. I’m the anxious one. I like communicating when I deal with problems. She runs away. In this situation, she is running away again.
I explained this to her and told her that the only way we can try to fix this is by either communicating or by talking to a counselor. She mentioned that she’s depressed but didn’t go in-depth and she wants to cut-ties for good. I suggested us taking a break so that she can have her space and work on herself but she didn’t approve of that. I thought maybe we can make it work once I move for good in May and maybe she’ll be able to figure things out by then. So, I agreed.
My flight got cancelled on the day it was supposed to depart and the airlines rebooked it for the following Monday. We both talked about meeting the next day (she lives with her mom but was staying with me at my airbnb) to watch a movie. Everything was fine until that very evening she started giving me the cold shoulder. I got triggered and asked her if she didn’t want to continue this anymore let’s just call it off. She told me that it’s not that she doesn’t want to be with me but meeting me or talking to me is making it harder for her. She is going to fall for me more. Right after that, she canceled the movie plan and any other plans of meeting till I’m here. I tried asking her several times to spend time with me till I’m here but that led her dig deeper into her hole. I think I hit a new low that day.
The next morning, she sent me a text briefly explaining how she really appreciates me and likes me but she needs some time and space to figure things out. She isn’t asking me to wait. She will eventually reach out when she thinks she’s ready. Ended the text by saying that she wants me to work as hard as her as she doesn’t want to be with a man who’s a bum.
I think the text made me a little happy and maybe was the closure I was looking for. I immediately called her back and apologized for pushing her into staying to which she said she’ll call me back later. Its been two days since then. I want to give her space and wait but I do not know if I should hold on to this or move on. What should I do? Should I be expecting anything, reddit?
TL;DR: My situation-ship partner is an avoidant and needs some space and says she’ll be back when she’s dealt with her problems. Should I hold on?
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2023.03.25 11:41 couplePA26 25F good morning! I’m from the US and just having a lazy boring weekend. Just joined this community and love the simplicity of it! So just seeing if anyone else would like to chat!
Good morning everyone! 25 F US here. Just having a lazy weekend with no real plans for once. Just seeing if anyone would like to chat. Not really looking for anything super long term but just someone who would like to chat throughout the day when we’re working or feeling lazy. If that’s you then shoot me a message 😊 thank you!
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2023.03.25 11:38 scared-lonely ....
2023.03.25 11:33 ConstantBad0 I see my ex everyday and it won't stop hurting
Hello everyone Quick story: Me and my ex girlfriend fought over a stupid thing and from there many other things came out. I was the one who wanted to close our relationship and I came up with things like: we're too different and I'm hurting you. Well, the real reason I wanted to leave her is just the second one. Unfortunately I'm struggling with depression and I started therapy, but our relationship was becoming all about me and my unhappy life and that was making her unhappy too. She wanted to help me but she couldn't so I decided that it was best if we broke up to avoid her sufferings. A month passes by and one day I go talk to her, telling her that I couldn't accept losing her as a friend and I wanted to be friend with her. But she answered that we had to stay away from each other and that she was feeling better without me, that I was right on all the things on our relationship. After that, 2 weeks passed and I couldn't take it anymore. The situation was the following: the two of us living in the same college and going to the same university, seeing each other everyday, with friends in common, and at one point she posts a story with one of my best friends with an heart. My first reaction was: "really? She thinks that I will be jealous of my friend, he wouldn't do nothing with her" But then I thought that maybe she didn't do it for me, she just did it and I was overthinking it. But then again, she never posts any stories, especially with other people, so why would she do that? (I'll leave the answer to you, I still haven't figured it out) The day after I asked her to talk again, went to her room and it was very normal, like two friends talking about their lives. At some point I decided to go and she walked me to the door, so I made a joke and said "I love you" (but not in the sense of love you know, English only has one way of saying it but in my language there is a friendly way of saying this, so I said the friendly one) and we hugged. From there I told her I was sorry I messed everything up and we started crying and then we kissed and ended up on bed. Then she stopped and said she didn't want that to happen, so we started talking about all the things and I finally got the chance to explain her that I left her to avoid her sufferings and that I never lost my feelings for her. She said that we had to stay away in order to feel better and that with time we could be friend again. After that she made me promise I would continue therapy and get better and told me she cared about me. I told her I wanted to get better and start over in the future, but she didn't answer to that. What do you think? She will move on or could I have a chance in the next months, hoping I'll be better for real?
My personal opinion is that she still loves me, but she convinced herself with the things I said and maybe her friends and family said, about our relationship being difficult and us being too different. Maybe she's avoiding other sufferings or maybe she wants me to commit more. What do you think? I really want to be back with her and this time having the help of therapy I feel I could be a better boyfriend
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2023.03.25 11:29 School-Subject I know I was a first-time SB, this is ridiculous!
Never letting the sd set the prices again. Hard to believe that I let a man handle setting the price for our first m&g. I thought his salary would lead him to be naturally generous in his reimbursement. But it turned out:
2 hours of my time at a café plus a bit of kissing in the car = $60
Yup, only one zero after the six. If I were him, I’d be ashamed of myself. For any kind of man, wanting to land a young lady with good-looks and superior intelligence to match, sacrificing a measly sixty bucks is going to do nothing but leave her with an upsetting opinion of you. Do these cheap men not realize this or are they just trying to see if they can possibly get away with being cheap?
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2023.03.25 11:26 Uma2308 The longest rant about red flag guy
I just want to rant because I am in a very frustrated mood....
2-3 months ago I started talking to this 30yo man, C, on a dating app (i am 27f). I clearly stated in my profile that i am poly/non-monogamous (because a lot of people over here in the Netherlands don't know what polyamory is). We texted every now and then, he said he is fine with me being poly but avoided questions about his preferred relationship structure. That should have been a red flag, but both of us aren't the best texters, the topic got lost over time. We eventually met up IRL. I brought up the polyamory topic again, turns out he thought that 'Poly' is my nickname and 'non-monogamous' means I just want to have casual sex and no commitment with EVERYBODY????? I kindly explained to him what polyamory is and what I am looking for. He shared that he has never loved someone except his mom... He has had some girlfriends but never felt love towards any of these women (mind you, he is 30!!!)
I told him that I did not want to date him. However, we had some common interests, we are both relatively new to this town without many friends, and he wants to learn Dutch while I want to learn Spanish (his native language). We agreed to stay in touch and see if we can stay friends. We met a few times after that, practised our languages, generally had fun.
Earlier this week I played board games with my ex, with a girl that i just started dating and her boyfriend. We had a great evening. C texted me asking how my evening had been so I told him about the board game evening. He wanted to know who was there, I explained. He said 'that's so weird that you are still friends with your ex'. I got annoyed, we had a tiny discussion with him saying it's a red flag if you're still friends with an ex and me saying it's a red flag if you're friends with none of your exes. Also, why would it matter to him because C and I agreed to only be friends anyway.
I felt frustrated about that for the rest of the week but we had already agreed to go to our town's food hall yesterday. I thought it would probably be good to see him IRL after the 'arguing' over text. However, we ended up in 3 other arguments:
- He told me that he had been on a date with this girl. The next day, she invited him to watch a movie at his place, while immediately giving a disclaimer 'this is not a hookup'. He went over, they watched a movie, smooked weed, and then she said 'when i smoke weed I enjoy cuddling, would you cuddle with me?'. He cuddled with her and then tried to kiss her. She rejected his kiss and he told her that he is not gonna cuddle with someone who won't kiss him. He left. She (obviously!) does not want to see him again. He ranted to me how cuddling is more intimate than kissing or having sex and how she gave off mixed signals. I told him that i thought her communication had been very clear: she wanted cuddles, no sex. Also i pointed out that sex to most people is a lot more intimate than cuddling. He disagreed saying that sex can be without emotions but cuddling is something that leads to commitment. Seriously, what is wrong with some cis heterosexual men?!?!
- Then he told me that after dinner him and I were going out. I told him no, he asked me to go out for dinner only, I had had a rough week at work and wasn't planning on going clubbing/partying, I wanted to be in bed by 11 at the latest. He said I had agreed to going out. I said: Yes I agreed to coming to this food hall that closes at 10.30. He said that going out after that was implied. I said no and I don't want to. He said that I am 'so typically dutch' and 'no fun' and 'if I want to move to spain i have to learn to live a little'. Then he said we will go out tomorrow. I told him "no, i am going out with my close friend tomorrow and want to have some quality time with her alone". He insisted, I kept saying no. Ten he said we should go out on Tuesday. I also have plans with other people on Tuesday, he said he could just come along too, I told him "no, I am going with two friends, ...." and here again he kept insisting... I told him "I want to leave now because you are not respecting my 'no' and I am starting to feel frustrated"
He said he would stop and that I was exaggarating. I thought back to a conversation I had with someone else earlier this week that years ago I tended to have some avoidant attachement style characteristics where I would leave/ghost people after a conflict and how lately that behaviour has been coming back a little. I decided to give him another chance and stay for desert. C asked me where I usually go out and said he loves this bar P. I told him I don't like P because it's full of predatory men and that I get groped there every time when I leave my group of friends to go to the bathroom or to the bar. He said: "Well at least you're not getting groped when you are with your group of friends". I asked him: "what do you mean with that?". He said: "It's normal to get groped in every club in every part of the world, I would never do that myself but it happens everywhere, and if it's just when you are walking around the club it's not that bad" I told him that groping is assault and he said "Maybe, but the reality is that it will just happen everywhere so you better accept it instead of letting it ruin your evening"
At that point i felt this huge rage but more than anything I felt like I could cry and I did not want him to see me in a vulnerable position like that. I told him I wanted to leave and I went home. I woke up many times during the night because I was just so angry and disgusted. I know this guy is a walking red flag and still it angers me so much that people like him exist, especially since he was super nice in the beginning and I thought he would be a nice friend. I honestly cannot believe that people like this exist. I will text him today that I don't want to see him anymore. I don't know to what extent I should give him an explanation for that since he will probably think I am crazy anyway. Advice on that topic is welcome! Lesson I learned for myself: having a baadddddd feeling about someone doesn't always relate to having had avoidant attachment issues in the past, sometimes it's completely fine to ban someone from your life after some arguments about topics (consent, communication, boundaries) that are so important to me.
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2023.03.25 11:23 DauntedSoul6 The Devil Assured Me: Pulchra Anima [Mystery/Romance]
Hi everyone, I'm so excited to announce the remastered version of "The Devil Assured Me". In celebration, I've decided to publish the first chapter also here on the HFY sub-reddit. If you wish to show me some support, please check out the story on Tapas, and consider following me there. I really appreciate your support! Cover Read it on Tapas Discord server Story blurb
Step into the year 1827 and enter the tumultuous life of Dante, a young victim of the working class, struggling to make ends meet through child labor. Discrimination and hardship have cultivated a deep-seated hatred within him, not just for his own circumstances, but for the entire social class that suffers alongside him.
As fate would have it, a tragic incident brings Dante to the brink of death, where he meets the Devil and pleads for a chance to change his life. Upon waking in a decrepit hospital, Dante's life seems to have taken a positive turn. However, his path takes a dark and twisted turn when he enters Dennis' manor and uncovers the true reason behind his encounter with the Devil.
But this is not just Dante's story; it's a tale of characters with their own distinct views on life, each struggling to succeed in their personal endeavors. The story delves deep into the themes of tragedy, violence, and discrimination, and challenges the reader to question their own perceptions of society.
Prepare to be drawn into a world of gripping narrative, powerful characters, and thought-provoking themes that will leave an indelible mark on your mind. Chapter 1 - A Beautiful Dream Visual Image
“It has been quite a while since we last encountered, has it not?”
“You don’t wish to talk?”
“You’re left with nothing, but a mere illusion of emptiness, how will you persist, having discovered the truth? He
. Do you bear a grudge against Him,
or do you understand His
“After all, you did not choose this path, or did you?”
“It is high time for you to return to slumber, for you cannot foresee your own future, but you know that by now, right?”
“Goodbye, Vincent, but bear in mind…” “Never lose your faith.” Visual Image (2)
"Dante... Dante..., Dante!" Gasp
"It is time to wake up, Dante..."
I had experienced such a delightful dream, however, reality has once again dealt me a harsh blow. My parents' endeavors to provide for our household are meager, and residing in a cramped and dilapidated cottage, I was awakened to prepare for my daily labor.
I am Dante, a 16-year-old boy, residing with my two younger sisters and one younger brother, and both of my parents, in the rural outskirts of Castle Combe, England. The year is 1827. Our family is impoverished, subsisting on the brink of destitution in our humble abode, relying on the proceeds of my father's fishing and the limited bread we can afford through the labor that both my father and I undertake.
As the eldest, I have always shouldered the responsibility of caring for my siblings.
My father is a fisherman and also toils in the same factory as I. We are the primary sources of income for our household, while my mother, suffering from a debilitating condition, oversees the children, and manages to prepare meals and attend to the basic needs of my siblings.
As I groggily extricated myself from my bed, my father, attired in his work attire, wore a perpetual expression of gravity, his black hair tied in a brown cord, his gaze fixed upon me...
"Are you gonna sit there and watch me? Get up!"
I had not realized it, but my body felt as if it were on the brink of collapse. The rigors of labor have taken their toll on me. Six days every week. I felt so fatigued...
"Father, I am not feeling well..."
My father's anger was immediately aroused upon hearing my despairing words. He approached me, seized my emaciated arm, and dragged me from my bed. As I fell to the ground, my head began to spin.
I remained with my head resting on the floor, my father's shouts ringing in my ears.
"Get up or else you will be sleeping in the woods again!"
My mother attempted to placate him, but to no avail, he pushed her away. I ponder what has caused this sudden change in him.
We once lived in a slightly larger cottage, but unfortunately, the land on which it stood was requisitioned to build the factory where my father and I now labor. We were evicted and spent months as homeless individuals, until fate smiled upon us and we discovered this small cottage, which now serves as our home. Sadly, it came with a grueling and perilous lifestyle. It has been five years since we were evicted, the factory was completed two years later. Shortly thereafter, boy children living below the poverty line aged 13 or older were conscripted to work at the factory.
We are viewed as mere expendable laborers, and who can blame them, they hold the power. And where else can we go, we are of no use to anyone other than as manual laborers. None of us have any formal education either. It is a lamentable state of affairs.
I have been employed at the factory for over three years now.
My vision began to blur, but I mustered the strength to hoist myself upright and don my work clothes. It still pains me to see how my father has become so abusive in recent years. I often ponder, "I strive to the best of my ability to not disappoint my family, yet I am treated in this manner. Why...?"
I only had the opportunity to imbibe a small amount of water before my father ushered me out of the cottage, and I had yet to bid farewell to my sisters.
"Don't make me go late, son. You will be dead if we are."
I am surprised that I am able to remain upright, without the support of my father, I fear I would have succumbed to collapse. I can only pray that someone will display benevolence and provide me with something to relieve my grogginess or any other means to achieve the same end. …..
Upon our arrival at the factory, a cutting-edge knife manufacturing facility established by a benevolent organization, I had formed a few acquaintances. Among them, one individual stood out to me. I had never disclosed my domestic plight to him, yet he seemed to be cognizant of it. He consistently made efforts to look after me.
He exuded an air of jubilance, and like myself, he was of humble means. Despite the harsh winter weather, he persistently wore his work clothes, a sight that caused me much sorrow as I knew he did not possess a coat. As a result, I had resolved to save a minuscule amount of money, with the intention of purchasing him a modest but durable coat when winter arrived. Fortunately, it is currently autumn. His name is Thomas.
My colleagues and friends often likened Thomas and I to the Sun and Moon, with Thomas being the embodiment of brightness and myself being the embodiment of melancholy. I cannot fault them for this perception, as I do possess a penchant for a melancholic disposition. I had even considered cutting my long black hair in an attempt to alter their perception, despite my personal inclination towards it.
My role at the factory primarily involved honing the knives crafted by the older workers. The task could become quite arduous as we were not provided with gloves and were required to perform our duties with bare hands. The heat was a constant affliction, but one becomes accustomed to it over time.
My father and I would separate after signing in at the administration room. I would proceed to my designated work area, while my father would depart. Thomas, however, would always await me in the administration room, at the opposite end of the hallway.
"Top of the morning Dante! Had a good sleep?"
(As boisterous as ever... A perfect substitute for a cup of coffee, his energy alone is invigorating...)
"Yes, I've been okay."
Thomas approached me and ruffled my hair, (great. Now it's disheveled again...)
"Lookin a little pale today mate, you sure you're... okay...?"
He forgot I was with my father, as I mentioned earlier, it seemed as if he were privy to my domestic circumstances. He raised his gaze and saw my father glaring at him.
"Good morning mister Porter! Let's make it a good day today alright!"
He attempted to greet him cheerfully, only for my father to leave an awkward silence as he walked away without a word.
My other friends arrived as well, we were a group of four individuals. We had all met each other at the inception of the factory. I could say that we had grown quite close to one another, even my reticent self had warmed up to them, it was a pleasant feeling to say the least.
Me, Thomas, Okabe, and Gabriel. Okabe's parents were foreigners, hailing from the distant country of Japan. However, Okabe had been born here.
He was not well-versed in the customs of his motherland. He and Gabriel possessed a more relaxed disposition. Both of them were not as impoverished as Thomas and I, yet were still of modest means to be working at the factory. They both had the opportunity to attend school, a privilege that I envied. I am certain Thomas did as well.
Gabriel was the tallest among us, he also possessed the most striking visage. It was sometimes difficult to reconcile that he lived a life of poverty. He possessed all the desirable attributes, with his beautiful short-cropped blonde hair, hazel blue eyes, and well-proportioned physique.
Okabe was the shortest among us, he also commonly donned his work clothes, almost as frequently as Thomas did. He often bore a relaxed expression on his face and was never reticent to engage in conversation. He bore a visible scar on the right side of his face, and he would become hostile whenever anyone inquired about it.
Thomas was our jester, it still befuddled me how he and the others were able to maintain such a positive disposition. I would constantly observe them at the workplace, and it was astounding to me that they were able to laugh and jest while we worked. Thomas was almost as tall as Gabriel, he had freckles on his face, green eyes, and ginger hair color. He often had his hair tied back.
Then, there was me. Compared to my contemporaries, I appeared to be the most unwell. I donned larger-sized garments to obscure my gaunt physique. Though I was unable to conceal my emaciated visage from the others, it was a small price to pay. My dark brown eyes did not lend themselves to an appearance of vitality.
"You sick or something? You're looking so pale, did you have breakfast?" Gabriel inquired.
I ignored Gabriel and cast my gaze upon my father, who was already occupied with his work.
Gabriel reached into his satchel and procured a substantial piece of cinnamon-sugared bread, which he offered to me.
"Work this down, I also have some water for you. We have some time before we go work anyway."
I was relieved to have something to eat for breakfast, as I had gone nearly two days without sustenance. I was famished...
We engaged in idle chitchat, with Thomas regaling us with his fantastical tales, as was his wont. He frequently related the dreams he had recently experienced.
But all good things must come to an end, and it was time to commence work. Thankfully, it was also a Saturday, so we did not have to labor on Sundays, which was the day I finally got to rest.
We got to take a little breath, for 30 minutes. We sat together at a table outside, and they all brought food with them. However, I did not have anything with me. I surmised that we only had enough food to eat before nightfall, and nothing to bring with us for the day. I should suggest to my father that we should endeavor to go hunting sometime. We live in close proximity to nature, after all.
(Where even is he? Should he not be here...)
I observed my father indulging in a hearty meal of meat and bread with his colleagues. Lucky him...
"What are ya dozing off for Dante?" Thomas queried.
I shrugged it off, shaking my head, it was nothing, I was accustomed to this, anyhow. My friends most likely did not have enough to share, anyhow, so I would let them be.
"Oh, it's nothing, perhaps I did not sleep enough."
To my surprise, Thomas handed me a piece of bread.
"Here ya go, fella! Chomp it down, you bony vessel."
I supposed it was my lucky day, today.
We continued our banter, and Gabriel made an unusual comment about me.
"Do you guys not think Dante's vocabulary is so different from ours?"
"Oooh, yeah! He talks like those noble squirrels!" Thomas replied.
Even Okabe silently nodded in agreement. Me, being compared to nobility? What a jest.
"Oh please friends."
"Hey, why not go out together tomorrow? Go in the woods, the cities, steal some food for ourselves, ya?" Thomas proposed.
"But tomorrow is resting day, you know that. Stores are most likely closed on Sundays." Okabe responded.
Gabriel insisted on Thomas his idea, "Let's try it okay? We come here at noon, at the front gate. Is that okay?"
We eventually came to an agreement to venture out together the following day. The only issue was our parents... Visual Image (3)
The day had come to a close. I returned home with my father, it was always a comfort to be reunited with my family, who were all in good health. My mother was engaged in preparing a meal, and my younger brother greeted me with enthusiasm, having evidently missed me greatly.
"Dante! Hey, Papa!"
"Hello, Noah. Have you been good?"
"Yes, Dante! I help mommy!"
I assumed my sisters were asleep, but Mother noticed our return. My father had gone to their bedroom, leaving me with Noah and Mother.
"Hello, honey. How was work?"
"It was okay, Mother. I feel a little better, too."
"Oh! I made some tea that might help you feel even better!"
She poured me a cup of tea made from simple ingredients like herbs, plants, cinnamon, and sugar. It was the best tea I had ever tasted, and I felt a sense of pure euphoria with my first sip.
"Where did you get this from, Mother?"
"I made it myself, dear."
"I really like it, Mother. I would love to have more."
"I'm so glad you do. Change into your nightclothes, and let's relax before bed."
I changed and came back downstairs to spend time with my family. My father was engrossed in a book and not inclined to converse with us. Eventually, I retired to my bedchamber, gazing at the beautiful night sky…
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2023.03.25 11:22 alleybetwixt This Week In KPOP - March 25, 2023
Welcome to This Week In KPOP
, a collection of everything you may have missed during the past week on kpop
March 18, 2023 - March 24, 2023
TOP 10 STORIES
TOP 10 PERFORMANCES
TOP DISCUSSIONS / FEATURES
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2023.03.25 11:22 TrueLoveXO What have I done to my friends?
I should have known better than to buy that old card game at the thrift store. The box was dusty, the cards were worn, and there was a faint smell of mildew that lingered in the air. But for some reason, I was drawn to it. Maybe it was the vintage design or the promise of a new game to play with my friends.
At first, everything was normal. We gathered around my dining room table, shuffling the deck and trying to make sense of the instructions. The game was called "Mind Bank," which seemed like a fitting name for a group of college kids looking for a good time.
As we played, I noticed something strange. My friends seemed to be acting differently. They were more agreeable, more willing to do whatever I suggested. It was almost as if the game had some kind of power over them.
I brushed it off as my imagination and kept playing, enjoying the rush of control I had over my friends. But then things started to get dark.
I started making a girl I had a crush on play the game with me. I'd convince her to come over and we'd spend hours playing, laughing, and sometimes drinking. But then I started to use the game to get what I wanted. I'd make her kiss me, hold my hand, even sleep with me. And she'd do it all without question.
I knew it was wrong. I knew I was taking advantage of her. But I convinced myself that I was doing it out of love. That she just didn't realize how much she wanted me yet, she just needed help to see the good in me.
And then one day, everything changed. I received a note from her, slipped under my door in the dead of night. It was short, but it sent shivers down my spine.
"Help me. Set me free."
I didn't know what to do. I thought the game was harmless, just a silly way to pass the time. But now I realized that it had a darker side. That it could be used to manipulate people into doing things they didn't want to do.
And then I started to wonder. If my friends were acting strangely, what else were they capable of? Were they even human anymore, or had the game turned them into something else entirely?
I tried to throw the game away, but it always seemed to find its way back to me. And then I realized something even more terrifying. I didn't want to let it go. I liked the power it gave me. The feeling of control over my friends and my love interest.
So I made a decision. I would keep playing, keep manipulating, keep controlling. As long as I forced them to keep their mouths shut, no one would ever know. And if someone did find out, well, maybe they'd be keen to talk about it over a game of cards...
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2023.03.25 11:19 Yledre_ (18f) having strong considerations about my dad
So i (18, turning 19 this spring) have been thinking more and more about my dad (46) lately. To give some background to this, my dad and i were always very very close and i love him very much. My mom died when i was very young and he was always the central figure in my life. I can rely on him and trust him with absolutely anything and get full support from him and no judgement literally no matter the issue, even if im in the wrong. We spend a lot of time together and talk about basically every topic under the sun, we watch movies together, etc. Even materially he absolutely spoils me, even when i dont ask him to (hes a doctor and makes a good amount of money). He buys me clothes, phones, he even bought me an entire 2 room apartment that im gonna move to when i decide to live alone.
But the point im arriving to is that my dad and i are very physical too. Very unusually so, and theres a lot of sexual tension even tho there hasnt been actual literal sex so far. I will give some examples: he watches me change, even without underwear, and he even commented on my pussy being trimmed compared to shaven a few times, he asks me for massages and gives me massages too, we kiss on the lips, he sometimes touches my butt and the likes, and sometimes i even feel his cock hard when we hug. The sexual aspect is extremly clear but even so, it still feels surprisngly normal because of how used i am to it. Not fully normal obviously but not that far off, even tho i know its not. But when i really put them all together i just gasp at how unusual this all is and it arouses me a lot.
Lately ive been thinking about it more and more and considering a lot of aspects and i think i really want to take it to the next level, to actual sex. Its a completly unique feeling because i truly love him so much as a father and we are extremly close emotionally, while at the same time i also crave him sexually, and i know he does too. And whats so unique is i really can feel both of these at the same time without one really undermining the other. So i want to take it further but im still anxious on how tl initiate it and i still have reservations about it
I would appreciate opinions, thoughts, etc on this and would especially like to hear from people who have had simmilar experiences
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2023.03.25 11:19 Verrgasm Desperation
My foot pushed down harder on the accelerator as my stomach cramped up again in a painful spasm. I was speeding through a schoolzone, and as a sign popped up on the side of the road clearly stating '20' I snapped out of my desperate panic and reluctantly dropped from '40' down to '25'. Turning a corner I realized to my horror that it was three o'clock, and the street was mobbed with parents buzzing in and out of the building to collect their children.
I turned to look behind me and I nearly lost it, my asshole puckering as I sucked the poison back inside. I was completely boxed in. Another four cars had already trapped me inside. I smashed the horn, pleading with the traffic on either side to budge. They didn't.
After a gruelling seven and a half agonising minutes and a half hearted search for some sort of viable receptacle and something other than socks to wipe with, the blockage finally gave way. The cars slowly began to move forward. Eagerly creeping behind, I saw the problem. Somebody had broken down right there by the school gates, having finally been repaired and sent along. A wave of relief washed over me as I considered the short journey ahead. The Porsche dealership was a little over a mile away. A dealership which had a bathroom, one I'd used before. Afterall, that's where I'd bought my car. They knew me, and I knew I'd be able to breeze on in, no questions asked. A deep growling rumbled out over the radio and I put my foot down again as soon as I broke through onto the main road. Just a straight shot, and it would all be over.
Not a minute passed until I was once again utterly dismayed, near losing all hope; ready to just give up right there and then and ruin a perfectly decent pair of black suit pants and the interior of my beautiful brand new Porsche's two-colour interior, characterized by a perfectly coordinated interplay of colours, materials and individual finishes suited just for me. A red light shone in the distance, and in its wake sat a long line of idling cars. Lesser cars, all in my way. My gut quaked violently and sharp pains erupted all through my midsection, sweat pouring down my back and growing sticky in the afternoon heat. I peeled myself from the smooth-finish leather, craning my head out the open window just enough to get a good shout across and I screamed as loudly as the rapidly building pressure would allow, but once again my efforts were futile.
Another minute, now five since I first stared down the crimson cyclops - FIVE minutes at a red light - before at last I was granted passage as everyone finally moved along. Taking their sweet time, of course. I took the left, screeching into the Porsche customer parking lot. The engine stayed on and the keys stayed in, I didn't even close the door behind me. There was no time. The car was the least of my concerns at that point, there was only one thing on my mind.
Shoulder-barging through the glass doors, it's as if my vision became tunneled as I focused in on that bright shining door located at the far wall emblazoned with the sign identifying it as a toilet. And only a little bit past two rows of Porsche's that were only slightly better than mine, I was so close. An audible grunt escaped my pursed lips. As I rushed past the reception desk, something grabbed me. It was Gina. Fucking Gina.
"Mr Kleinfeld? Hi! Lovely to see you again! There aren't any problems with the car, are there?" She looked concerned on the surface but only about as far as it might affect her status as the dealership's top salesperson that month.
"What?!" I caught myself before I let slip just how much pain I was in, confused as to why I wasn't just making a break for it. "Oh? No it's… it's amazing. Fantastic, even. It's just… the thing is…"
Gina raised an eyebrow behind her thick hipster glasses. Functional, yet chic. Now appearing sincerely concerned.
"CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM!?" The words piled out fast and hard in more of a shriek than a polite request. Gina took a small surprised step back before replying apologetically,
"I'm so sorry, but it'll be closed until at least Five. We've had a plumbing issue this morning a-"
My bodily functions erupted loudly against my will, interrupting the dealership's most enterprising saleswoman midsentence as a fetid smell akin to what I imagine a genocide reeks like filled the spacious area, floor to ceiling, within seconds. I stood there in shock, as did Gina. We maintained an uncomfortable mutual stare for a moment before my feet automatically began backing away; unconsciously desperate to escape the nightmare on my stunned behalf.
Others began to correlate the stench with my shuffling presence and two or three pointed in my direction, outing my soiled situation to their small groups of co-workers.
"Don't look at me!" I yelled as involuntarily as I'd emptied my bowels as I crossed the threshold back into the lot, my shrill echo booming as everyone who hadn't previously noticed my embarrassment did then at that exact moment. My mind was racing, while also simultaneously completely blank in an odd mix of trauma, shame, panic and despair. My reputation, tarnished in the blink of an eye like my work slacks.
I got to my still open and blinking Porsche, removed the bottom half of my attire and dumped it all right there beside me on the ground, socks included. They were someone else's problem now. With a quick wipe using the discarded clothing I hopped back inside and sped away from the scene, the smell haunting me the whole way like the memory of that day will haunt my every waking moment forever.
An hour's drive home later and I was sitting outside my house afraid to go inside. I didn't tell my wife what happened to me when she greeted me at the front door, balls out, instead storming upstairs to hide in the shower, opting for the inevitable rumor mill to do the job instead. We never spoke of it, ever. I never spoke about much of anything after that…
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