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38 [F4M] - SoCal 4 SoCal - (locals only) LTR - I know my person is out there, we just have to find each other

2020.09.24 03:16 RedditSuggestName 38 [F4M] - SoCal 4 SoCal - (locals only) LTR - I know my person is out there, we just have to find each other

TL;DR: BBW, loves Disneyland, TV and her pets (2 cats and 1 dog); looking for a fellow DDF guy, who wants to get married and have kids in a couple years too.
Locals only, because I do want to meet, COVID safe of course.

The long post:
My dream is to find the whole 9 yards: friendship, marriage, raise kids together; then we retire someplace warm or with a beach view. Does that sound good to anyone else?
If you sub to financialindependence/ we'll get along. I'm determined to retire early.
I’m a Hispanic 5’2, single, curvy/BBW, with hazel eyes, naturally dirty blonde hair (I dye it purple); living in the Santa Clarita Valley. I'm 38 years old.
I'm at the stage in my life where I'm financially stable, and am ready to have kids in a couple years. I'm looking for a partner who is in the same life stage as me. So age isn't important to me, but this is. Please don't DM me unless you want and are ready for the same.
I have 2 cats and 1 dog, I love them a lot. I'll always have pets in my life.
I’m a chatty texter; I respond as soon as I can.
I’ve never been married, nor do I have kids; I’m STD and drug free - I’m looking for the same.
As for age, race, height, weight; none of that matters to me. It's more important to me that we're in the same life stage.
Apparently I have to say this explicitly. Only message if you are single and are also looking for commitment.
Be prepared to video chat. I have no desire to be catfished.
I'm staying sane through the pandemic with the help of my 3 fur babies, and lots of TV.
Let's see, I've watched: Ozark, Narcos, Narcos Mexico, Dead to Me, Legacies, Living with Yourself, Preacher, Fleabag, Silicon Valley, Twin Peaks (old, movie and new), Ray Donovan, On Becoming a God in Central FL, Penny Dreadful (original series), The Umbrella Academy, Perry Mason, The Boys, Atlanta, What We Do in the Shadows (still need to watch the movie; it's not on any of my streaming services right now), The Orville.
I am looking for a new show to watch....
I got a COVID test in June. It was the up the nose one, ugh. Negative, yay! I'm more than fine getting another test before meeting you. Please be prepared to do that same.
I know COVID has added challenges to the already difficult world of dating. But I have faith we can find a way to safely meet. There are places we can drink/eat at patios.
Honestly, if there isn't at least a plan to meet within a month of talking, I'm out. I'm not looking for a penpal.
ABOUT ME:
-I want to live my life filled with love, laughter, family, yummy food, my puppy and kitties, and one day, kiddos.
-I'm a homebody who likes going out on special occasions.
-My hobbies include TV show and movie marathons; Disneyland (at night); Rock concerts.
-My Favorite shows: Arrested Development, Chuck, Friends, Agents of Shield, Game of Thrones, Schitt’s Creek, Supernatural, Umbrella Academy.
-Favorite movies: Corpse Bride, Airheads, Blow, The Departed, Office Space, The Prestige, Marvel Comic Universe, Harry PotteFantastic Beasts, Star Wars.
-Favorite bands: Pantera, Metallica, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, AFI. The most recent concerts I've been to are movie composer orchestra combos. i.e., Danny Elfman, and Ramin Djawadi.
-I have (had? Haha) a long commute. I listen to a podcast in the morning (The Ralph Report) and audiobooks at night; music too when I’m in the mood. Constantly looking for new audiobooks. Would appreciate recommendations. I like fantasy books; Harry Potter, A Song Of Ice and Fire. I fell in love with the Mistborn trilogy this last year.
-I'm looking for a serious, long term, monogamous relationship. I hope to meet someone with some similar interests, so we have something in common, but not someone exactly the same as me, because I don't think that'd be interesting or make for a good partnership. We’d be partners that help each other out, making life more enjoyable along the way.
-I live a healthy lifestyle (mind and body). Pre-COVID, I worked out daily. I’m on a weightloss journey. I would need to be with someone who’s supportive. Possible even currently going through the same thing or did in the past.
I need to be with someone that doesn’t give a shit about stretch marks and what not. Besides, if we have kids, I’ll get more.
If you eat healthy most of the time, it would make things easier.
I do still enjoy cheat meals, with carbs and sugars on special occasions. It just isn’t a daily thing anymore.
-Be hygienic, I am. Brush your teeth at least twice a day. Be a fan of mint and gum. Wash everywhere, including behind the ears.
Bonus points: if you wear cologne. I wear perfume on special occasions; mostly floral scents.
-I‘m Liberal. Being honest, I won’t have anything in common with someone who voted for, agrees with, and/or plans to vote for Trump or any of his butt kissers.
For example, I don’t think wanting universal healthcare so that I don’t have to worry about bankrupting myself and my loved ones, should I get in a horrible accident or cancer, makes me an evil socialist. It makes me want my country to be on par with the rest of the civilized world.
-I’m not very religious, I don’t think I can be with someone who is. I wouldn’t be good at religious conversations and I would not go to church.
-I don’t have any tattoos, only my ears are pierced (I wouldn’t care if you have tattoos or piercings).
-I’m middle class, and would need someone in at least a similar financial situation, so we can enjoy doing things together (restaurants, events, travel, tickets to Disneyland for the kids, etc...). I’m a fan of paying for my own food, tickets and what not. I am NOT looking to be a sugar baby and won’t be someone else’s sugar momma. We’re adults here; adults pay their own way.
-Traveling, of course I love to travel. I want to go back to Europe, I need to visit places like the PNW, Niagara Falls, Boston. When I have kids, I want to take them at least one to NYC for xmas (I love Christmas Tree lights); I would love to spend the other holidays in some place warm, like Australia/New Zealand. I like staying in fancy hotels. Room service is awesome. Taxis/Ubers are awesome. Right now, my job allows me to take a month off for vacations in summer. I need to start taking advantage of that.
-My dream is to retire early; in about 20 years. Not sure how that'll work with having children, but both things are worth attempting.
-I'm not a fan of being in the sun, because I get sunburnt easily. This is a big reason for why I am not an outdoorsy person.
-I hate being cold. I’m a big fan of heaters and electric blankets.
-I won’t care if you watch sports. Just don’t make me watch, don’t make our lives revolve around them, and we’ll get along. I don’t mind going to live sporting events, maybe once or twice a year. I’ll have no idea what’s going on, but I’ve had fun attending the few sporting events I have.
-I love my family, but it's a complicated relationship. I need a partner who understands this. Who will follow my lead with dealing with them, and above all else, will not try to interfere.
-Living Apart Together (LAT) appeals to me; or at the very least, we'd have a very big home. I never want to share a bathroom again. And I like the idea of each of us having a private space to go to if we just need some alone time.
-I’m pro vaccinations; sorry, can’t let an anti vaxxer touch me. If we were lucky to have kids, they would be vaccinated. In 2019, I got up to date with MMR and DTap booster shots, got the flu vaccine, and got the HPV vaccines. You’ll get bonus points if you’ve done this too.
-as far as sex life goes, I need to be with someone who gets off on making me orgasm. Be good with kissing, cuddling, oral, fingering (you gotta know where the G-Spot is). Bonus points is if you can do this for hours. Do it right, and you’ll be rewarded. Only a guy willing to wear condoms gets to touch me.
And no, I’m not looking for anything casual or a FWB. no we would not see if we’re sexually compatible out on the first few dates.
Sex is an important part of a lasting relationship, but it’s not the only thing. We have to click elsewhere before we get to sex.
-I don’t do drugs, don’t smoke anything at all; this includes 420 stuff. I drink alcohol on special occasions, but it’s not often. I’d need to be with someone who is the same.
In the subject line, please put your eye color.
Thank you for reading. I know this was long, but I know what I want. Has anyone seen the great early 2010s show Happy Endings? There’s a quote that I think describes what I’m looking for. Someone to realize: “I found a woman who was so sure of what she wanted, and she wanted me.” Brad to wife Jane, S2E18 ‘Party of Six.’
Those who need NOT apply:
-Addicts
-Liars and cheaters (I will be honest and monogamous, and expect the same)
-Racists (I do not think people who move to a new country, searching for a better life, are criminals. If you disagree, we won't get along.)
-Physically abusive, violent (maybe I've watched Big Little Lies too many times...)
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2020.09.24 03:15 RedditSuggestName 38 [F4M] #SoCal4Socal (locals only) - LTR - I know my person is out there, we just have to find each other

TL;DR: BBW, loves Disneyland, TV and her pets (2 cats and 1 dog); looking for a fellow DDF guy, who wants to get married and have kids in a couple years too.
Locals only, because I do want to meet, COVID safe of course.
The long post:
My dream is to find the whole 9 yards: friendship, marriage, raise kids together; then we retire someplace warm or with a beach view. Does that sound good to anyone else?
If you sub to financialindependence/ we'll get along. I'm determined to retire early.
I’m a Hispanic 5’2, single, curvy/BBW, with hazel eyes, naturally dirty blonde hair (I dye it purple); living in the Santa Clarita Valley. I'm 38 years old.
I'm at the stage in my life where I'm financially stable, and am ready to have kids in a couple years. I'm looking for a partner who is in the same life stage as me. So age isn't important to me, but this is. Please don't DM me unless you want and are ready for the same.
I have 2 cats and 1 dog, I love them a lot. I'll always have pets in my life.
I’m a chatty texter; I respond as soon as I can.
I’ve never been married, nor do I have kids; I’m STD and drug free - I’m looking for the same.
As for age, race, height, weight; none of that matters to me. It's more important to me that we're in the same life stage.
Apparently I have to say this explicitly. Only message if you are single and are also looking for commitment.
Be prepared to video chat. I have no desire to be catfished.
I'm staying sane through the pandemic with the help of my 3 fur babies, and lots of TV.
Let's see, I've watched: Ozark, Narcos, Narcos Mexico, Dead to Me, Legacies, Living with Yourself, Preacher, Fleabag, Silicon Valley, Twin Peaks (old, movie and new), Ray Donovan, On Becoming a God in Central FL, Penny Dreadful (original series), The Umbrella Academy, Perry Mason, The Boys, Atlanta, What We Do in the Shadows (still need to watch the movie; it's not on any of my streaming services right now), The Orville.
I am looking for a new show to watch....
I got a COVID test in June. It was the up the nose one, ugh. Negative, yay! I'm more than fine getting another test before meeting you. Please be prepared to do that same.
I know COVID has added challenges to the already difficult world of dating. But I have faith we can find a way to safely meet. There are places we can drink/eat at patios.
Honestly, if there isn't at least a plan to meet within a month of talking, I'm out. I'm not looking for a penpal.
ABOUT ME:
-I want to live my life filled with love, laughter, family, yummy food, my puppy and kitties, and one day, kiddos.
-I'm a homebody who likes going out on special occasions.
-My hobbies include TV show and movie marathons; Disneyland (at night); Rock concerts.
-My Favorite shows: Arrested Development, Chuck, Friends, Agents of Shield, Game of Thrones, Schitt’s Creek, Supernatural, Umbrella Academy.
-Favorite movies: Corpse Bride, Airheads, Blow, The Departed, Office Space, The Prestige, Marvel Comic Universe, Harry PotteFantastic Beasts, Star Wars.
-Favorite bands: Pantera, Metallica, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, AFI. The most recent concerts I've been to are movie composer orchestra combos. i.e., Danny Elfman, and Ramin Djawadi.
-I have (had? Haha) a long commute. I listen to a podcast in the morning (The Ralph Report) and audiobooks at night; music too when I’m in the mood. Constantly looking for new audiobooks. Would appreciate recommendations. I like fantasy books; Harry Potter, A Song Of Ice and Fire. I fell in love with the Mistborn trilogy this last year.
-I'm looking for a serious, long term, monogamous relationship. I hope to meet someone with some similar interests, so we have something in common, but not someone exactly the same as me, because I don't think that'd be interesting or make for a good partnership. We’d be partners that help each other out, making life more enjoyable along the way.
-I live a healthy lifestyle (mind and body). Pre-COVID, I worked out daily. I’m on a weightloss journey. I would need to be with someone who’s supportive. Possible even currently going through the same thing or did in the past.
I need to be with someone that doesn’t give a shit about stretch marks and what not. Besides, if we have kids, I’ll get more.
If you eat healthy most of the time, it would make things easier.
I do still enjoy cheat meals, with carbs and sugars on special occasions. It just isn’t a daily thing anymore.
-Be hygienic, I am. Brush your teeth at least twice a day. Be a fan of mint and gum. Wash everywhere, including behind the ears.
Bonus points: if you wear cologne. I wear perfume on special occasions; mostly floral scents.
-I‘m Liberal. Being honest, I won’t have anything in common with someone who voted for, agrees with, and/or plans to vote for Trump or any of his butt kissers.
For example, I don’t think wanting universal healthcare so that I don’t have to worry about bankrupting myself and my loved ones, should I get in a horrible accident or cancer, makes me an evil socialist. It makes me want my country to be on par with the rest of the civilized world.
-I’m not very religious, I don’t think I can be with someone who is. I wouldn’t be good at religious conversations and I would not go to church.
-I don’t have any tattoos, only my ears are pierced (I wouldn’t care if you have tattoos or piercings).
-I’m middle class, and would need someone in at least a similar financial situation, so we can enjoy doing things together (restaurants, events, travel, tickets to Disneyland for the kids, etc...). I’m a fan of paying for my own food, tickets and what not. I am NOT looking to be a sugar baby and won’t be someone else’s sugar momma. We’re adults here; adults pay their own way.
-Traveling, of course I love to travel. I want to go back to Europe, I need to visit places like the PNW, Niagara Falls, Boston. When I have kids, I want to take them at least one to NYC for xmas (I love Christmas Tree lights); I would love to spend the other holidays in some place warm, like Australia/New Zealand. I like staying in fancy hotels. Room service is awesome. Taxis/Ubers are awesome. Right now, my job allows me to take a month off for vacations in summer. I need to start taking advantage of that.
-My dream is to retire early; in about 20 years. Not sure how that'll work with having children, but both things are worth attempting.
-I'm not a fan of being in the sun, because I get sunburnt easily. This is a big reason for why I am not an outdoorsy person.
-I hate being cold. I’m a big fan of heaters and electric blankets.
-I won’t care if you watch sports. Just don’t make me watch, don’t make our lives revolve around them, and we’ll get along. I don’t mind going to live sporting events, maybe once or twice a year. I’ll have no idea what’s going on, but I’ve had fun attending the few sporting events I have.
-I love my family, but it's a complicated relationship. I need a partner who understands this. Who will follow my lead with dealing with them, and above all else, will not try to interfere.
-Living Apart Together (LAT) appeals to me; or at the very least, we'd have a very big home. I never want to share a bathroom again. And I like the idea of each of us having a private space to go to if we just need some alone time.
-I’m pro vaccinations; sorry, can’t let an anti vaxxer touch me. If we were lucky to have kids, they would be vaccinated. In 2019, I got up to date with MMR and DTap booster shots, got the flu vaccine, and got the HPV vaccines. You’ll get bonus points if you’ve done this too.
-as far as sex life goes, I need to be with someone who gets off on making me orgasm. Be good with kissing, cuddling, oral, fingering (you gotta know where the G-Spot is). Bonus points is if you can do this for hours. Do it right, and you’ll be rewarded. Only a guy willing to wear condoms gets to touch me.
And no, I’m not looking for anything casual or a FWB. no we would not see if we’re sexually compatible out on the first few dates.
Sex is an important part of a lasting relationship, but it’s not the only thing. We have to click elsewhere before we get to sex.
-I don’t do drugs, don’t smoke anything at all; this includes 420 stuff. I drink alcohol on special occasions, but it’s not often. I’d need to be with someone who is the same.
In the subject line, please put your eye color.
Thank you for reading. I know this was long, but I know what I want. Has anyone seen the great early 2010s show Happy Endings? There’s a quote that I think describes what I’m looking for. Someone to realize: “I found a woman who was so sure of what she wanted, and she wanted me.” Brad to wife Jane, S2E18 ‘Party of Six.’
Those who need NOT apply:
-Addicts
-Liars and cheaters (I will be honest and monogamous, and expect the same)
-Racists (I do not think people who move to a new country, searching for a better life, are criminals. If you disagree, we won't get along.)
-Physically abusive, violent (maybe I've watched Big Little Lies too many times...)
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2020.07.30 05:25 sevastravox A List of Observations About My Nex

So I decided to make a list of all the things I’ve observed and noticed about my nex. I thought it would be therapeutic for me to exhaust all my thoughts into a simple list before I ultimately move on with my life. This was a painful exercise. A lot of red flags that I missed or ignored. A lot of negative traits that I completely forgotten about. As they say love is blind right?
I’m not saying that all these are narcissistic or bad. Some of these traits obviously are but some are simply just things that stood out to me about her. I decided to post this because maybe it’ll bring light to some traits that maybe you have personally experienced with your nex as well. Maybe there’s some traits that don’t seem common that are much more common in narcissists than we think.
This took me awhile to put together. I did my best to organize it all. I’ll probably keep adding to this list as things come to mind. Sorry if some of these sound repetitive. I’m not expecting everyone to read through every single one but if there’s anything you recognize at all or anything that personally stands out to you, I would love to hear it. I still have a lot of healing to do but writing this list has definitely helped me find some kind of closure.
PERSONALITY TRAITS * Comes off cute, innocent, overly friendly, and bubbly * Exaggerates and boasts her abilities, talents, and skills * Self-involved and self-centered * Superficial, vain, and pretentious * Obsessed with beauty, models, fashion, and popular trends * Aspires to be famous and successful * Lives in her own fantasy world of “perfection” * Constantly preoccupied with her own appearance * Puts on this “good and caring” persona * Has an addictive personality * Incredibly intelligent but lacks common sense * Extremely impulsive and doesn’t think before she acts * Doesn’t seem to care how her actions affect others * Judgmental and lacks respect or care for people * Often forgetful and leaves her things behind * Has poor or selective memory * Has a terrible sense of time * Often lazy and lacks motivation. Stops putting in effort if she feels she doesn’t need to or wants to * Lacks control over her own emotions * Has a poor sense of judgement * Acts like she knows what she’s doing and others don’t * Mature for her age but sometimes acts like a child * Proudly calls herself a bitch * Rarely shows gratitude or apologizes for her actions
SOCIAL TRAITS * Has poor social skills * Seemingly shy at times * Anti-social especially in group settings * Mask comes off when she’s distracted or stressed * Can talk your ears off without a care if people are interested or not * Has an opinion on everything * Knows precisely what to say to get under your skin * Too critical of others and likes to give unsolicited advice * Says the first thing that’s on her mind without regard on how it’ll affect others. Often doesn’t realize she’s doing it * Has a tendency to say the wrong things or screw things up * Takes things too literally. Has a hard time picking up on common social cues, jokes, and sarcasm * Has a hard time reading people or gauging how someone is feeling * Has moments of random outbursts and then acts like it never happened * Seemingly unaware of her surroundings and how she treats others? Maybe she is aware and acts like she’s not * Extremely sensitive to any criticism
SOCIAL & WORK LIFE * ALWAYS on her phone and on social media * Rapid-fire and lengthy texter * Constantly gets in fights on social media * Snaps a lot of selfies in the car * Has no real friends. All her friends are either online or long distant * Has zero lasting relationships and friendships * Great at first impressions but fades quickly * Invites herself to places she’s not invited to * Likes to show off (usually ends up embarrassing herself) * Easily brings the worst out of people * Loses respect from coworkers fairly quickly * Was not well-liked at any of her jobs * Always causing drama in her workplace * Has a hard time keeping a job
INSECURITIES * Extremely sensitive and deeply insecure * Fishes for complements * Edits her photos * Excessive concern over physical appearance * Actively fixing her own appearance in unhealthy ways * Has a deep seeded fear of being mediocre or serving no purpose in life * Has a hard time confronting real emotions with herself or others. If unavoidable she’ll fall into a deep depression * Hates being called broken or delusional * Hates it when others yell or get mad at her
THE RELATIONSHIP * It was a one-sided relationship * Emotionally abused me and manipulated me * Love-bombed me and idealized me throughout * Told me her sob story when we first met * Incredibly direct about her feelings towards me in the beginning. Told me she was into me on the second day of meeting her. Started telling me she loved me on the second week * Extremely jealous person especially in the beginning * The amount of attention she gave me in the beginning was sometimes insufferable and borderline obsessive * Infatuated by me, showered me with complements, and constantly puts me up on a pedestal * Wanted me to travel with her almost immediately into the relationship * Eager to meet my family and friends * Never felt like a real boyfriend. I often felt like an extension of her fantasy, a prize, or a toy to her * Brags that she got to me first before other girls * Has no consideration of my time or space * Always expects me to read her mind * Never took the time to get to know me (even admitted to knowing nothing about me after 8 months) * Never cared about my well being or checked up on me whenever I got sick * Always wants to cuddle even when it’s inappropriate like at work or at a restaurant with friends * Always wants me to take pictures of her wherever we go * Always talks about herself and what she’s into * Tends to interrupt me while I’m talking to talk about herself * Always wants me to take an interest in what she’s into but never once took an interest in what I like * Constantly brings up her past and childhood trauma * Often used me for advice and opinions. Got the impression that she only cared for positive feedback. Didn’t like it when I was even slightly critical or honest * Coincidentally leaves to go to the bathroom when she knows I’m about to pay almost every time we go out * Will say things to humiliate me in front of my friends * In arguments she’ll often get on her phone or try to steer the conversation elsewhere * Always needs a plan when we go out and wants me to make the plans * Sometimes it feels like spending time together is not enough of a reason to hang out * Would say things like “I’m surprised I’m not bored of you yet” * Knew the relationship would not end well
OTHER OBSERVATIONS * Struggles with depression and possibly dissociation * Has a bad habit of biting her nails * Poor eating habits (eats mostly cake and ice cream) * Poor self-care habits. Doesn’t shower or brush her teeth regularly and has a messy room * Truly believes she doesn’t get sick but when she does she denies it * Has cold dead eyes * Addicted to sex and pornography * Addicted to online gaming * Stays away from drugs and alcohol because of her addictive personality * Was once involved in sex work * Does her makeup at restaurants * Uses Zodiac signs and MBTI for validation about herself * Bad tipper before she met me (didn’t tip more than $2) * Never spoke fondly of her ex but brags that her ex is a better person now because of her * Acts like the world revolves around her? * Poses like a model in casual group photos * Often wants to revisit places from her childhood * Doesn’t care for malls and mostly shops online * Has been called a sociopath * Has gotten into trouble with the law
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2020.06.05 20:44 Kamekush 31 Karen tells 37m too move on

So... first time texter long time follower. I have a few friends who tell me this is the perfect karen story and a perfect malicious compliance story in my books. This is a long one and it's still fresh so there's lots of detail.
So in December of 2018, I (37m) 36 at this time, met a karen (30) in disguise on some internet site with lots of fish.
We started dating for what seemed like it was going to be a L.T.R. at the time, it went by great for the first couple of weeks, until she would slap me away when I would physically touch her for attention, after a couple of weeks of this treatment, it caused me to feel like this relationship wasn't working out the way it shouldve been, by this point in time karen was spending almost everyday with me, but not living with me, I, at this point in time was having a hard time supporting her and myself, while maintaining the level of attention karen wants from me at this time, so I suggested she might as well move in with me, half jokingly, as I really had deep feelings for karen at this point in time. She refused my offers to move in for months saying it was too soon in our relationship, (More rejection), but she still need all my time, I started seeing the entitlement here. A couple of months go by and Karen's rejection became more and more prevalent when she moved in with me a couple of months down the road due to her financial situation deteriorating because she would want to spend all her time with me.
Along come Aug 2019, we found a shithole place to move into were the landlord gave us a rental break (keep this in mind for later), that we would get our damage deposit and a 300 dollar incentive for promptness of completions of projects, if I made not only my unit but two other units back to a livable standard, I spent two weeks cleaning and painting, all the units except for mine, with karen helping me as best she could with as little experience and time she had considering she was moving most her belongs by bus across the city. I put in over 120 hrs in two weeks.
During this time I told Karen about an ex, I had ran into, who I had at that point in time told my ex about karen and my plans to ask to marry her that December in the mountains with my daughters present "cue the karen", she decided to hack into my personal email and go thru everything I had ever sent anyone in my life, found a conversation I had with an ex that April after the first initial sets of rejections, with the ex reminding me of what I lost, no big deal to me honestly it's just words. I had no feelings for this ex anymore tbh.
But that's not what karen took it as. This started this first huge fight in our relationship. Tbh I dont blame her for being upset, and understood fully where she came from at that point in time. I said "well since you found that, should I just look at a new place to move??", after all I spent all this time already painting and making "our" place seem like new, and at this time I've watched Karen's behaviour to a tee and could see how entitled she had become to me at this point. She said we would work this out, I turned a fight into a very nice romantic date together, thinking that we had come to an agreement at that point in time to forgive and forget, as we had both said that was the case.
2 weeks later
We have moved into our place 100 percent, at this time Karen and I are happy, I think, nope karen goes back to the issue from two weeks ago, I tell karen I understand it fresh but bringing it back up again after it's been dealt with is not going to help us move forward from this. She preceded on calling me a cheater and a liar and being rude to her, when I get up and leave the house because I literally dislike fighting with anyone let alone someone I care about. She followed me telling me "she won't let me leave," while calling me "a loser and a cheater saying I'm not her one", (background story not meaning to brag I was a long distance sprinter in high school, with a body and stamina still to show for it, and karen well is in the opposite end of that scale. Think average bbw) I told karen if she didnt stop following me to let me cool down I would actually run. She followed me some more, I warned her, I was dashing my fastest 1k sprint, by the time she cleared one block. When I came back that night after cooling down she was no where to be found, apparently went to a friends house for the night. She came back the next day we talked and worked it out like I thought we did 2 weeks ago.
Nope
My birthday comes along 2 weeks later, a couple of days before that Karen brings back up the past on how much of a loser and cheater I am... yes again. I at this point in time have cut everyone from my life but a few friends, took myself of almost all social media except for the face because i used that to talk with my kids as a long distance father, should do as much as possible. This fight settles with once again me reminding her this is not forgiving and forgetting. My birthday comes along and karen blows my doors away, by teaming up with my best friend to give me the best birthday fire I have ever had, considering I had 4 outta the 30 people I invited come. This made me feel for her again as I had numerous times before the fights started.
Nope
Her rent fell short in September, guess my birthday was more than it was worth and I appreciated it entirely, I showed my loyalty 100 percent at this time too. Despite Karen's still constant physical rejections even in our home. She came to me with rent problems and I said lemme see what I could do about it, after all I did just spent the last few months working on the property for the landlord, and felt that the amount of work I have done to the property was worth a little more than the $800 dollars I was suppose to receive for living at the property and maintaining it to the above standard I put into every job I do... cant do it right dont do it at all right...
Cue the Karen once again, remember how I said landlord and I had a deal for rental debate... well karen took that as her and my landlord had the deal and I was supposed to "KEEP MY NOSE OUTTA THEIR BUSINESS". I, at this point in time said fine, in my own maliciousness and entitlement started my first fight with her, keep in mind I at this point in time have taken Karen's behaviors with the best of intentions, and still showed her that I have been and always would(ve) been faithful, she was lucky to have a guy like me in her life, tbh the few friends I had left saw and told me that all the time. Said "fine I will keep my nose outta of it", and left it at that, somehow her half of rent was able to be paid in the next following months in increments while mine was paid in full and I still had to pay out the damage deposit of $500.00, so my 120 hrs of work was worth less than $3 an hour. This had me fuming with Karen's behavior. But yet again for "love" I forgave and did my best to forget.
Nope
Karen's birthday was a couple of weeks into September, and like Karen did for me I tried to the same for Karen ( believe or not still my live in girlfriend at this time), Karen's friends all took my messages " hey come over and help brighten up Karen's birthday by having a fire and a few drinks", as harrassment and that I shouldn't be talking with them period, I was even threatened by one of her friends. I was to say the least flabbergasted by Karen's friends behaviour. Karen had none of her friends show up to her birthday, had two of my friends who appreciated Karen was my choice of who I wanted to be with and showed her the tried to accept her, this was meet with Karen sulking and ignoring myself and my friends who made this huge fire for her only. This cause me to be upset with Karen and told her the next day that behaviour wasn't acceptable to me, my friends tried to show her acceptance and she threw a tantrum and said f it. Yet again forgive and forget
Nope
1 month goes by, I have been pretty much on relationship lockdown with Karen being my Trump, all I did in those days was play video games and be with Karen, talk with friends thru face once in a blue moon, cause Karen needed me to prove my trust to her and that everytime I went out to work or get a job was treated with how much of a liar or a cheater I was. I at this point in time to save the arguement started agreeing with her, "yeah your right karen, I was wrong to have done that to you" , " you're right I'm filth", "im scum". This caused Karen to step up her insults to me over time. I still have been 100 percent faithful to this chick. My best friends birthday shows up and Karen threatens to leave me once again. So I started packing up my stuff right in front of her, all of it. I looked at her after I was done and said, since i know you cant survive on the streets you can have this place and everything that's left after i pick up my stuff at the end of the month." I left to go crash on a old childhood friends couch for two days, we fought thru text on how much of an ahole i am for everything and she wouldnt take responsibility for her actions. Till she said forgive and forget
Nope
December comes around, I have a daughter who lives in B.C. cue the mountains, the daughter..... this is just before my country goes under provincial lockdown. I made plans with Karen for both of us to take the trip to B.C. two months before this, expecting Karen would save for this trip as well as I had done up to this point, it would've cost us about 1000 dollars to do this trip / 500 each. Karen tells me "she cant afford rent that month if we went and that I should just go alone"... BOOOM remember what I said early about marriage, nope... I decided to stay behind as I DID NOT WANT KAREN TO HAVE ANOTHER BIRTHDAY BUT ON CHRISTMAS. That I would be there for her for Christmas during lockdown lol. We had a great Christmas, I managed to send my daughter some gifts that month and it was nice... but I still won't ever forget I missed that Christmas with my daughter for Karen, and only Karen because if you thought what was dram before this it's nothing to what happens next few months.
2020
KAREN shows me 100 percent she is Karen.
A couple of weeks goes by and Karen and I seem to be in a good mood to each other, tbh I am quite scared of saying or doing anything as I dont want the mental and emotional abuse from Karen anymore. Literally to the point if I go anywhere without a starting plan a trip through and a finish I'm a liar and a cheater, she messaging my friends to find out where I am. It's quite scary to realize such a little girl can act like such a abusive bully. So I'm walking on eggshells 100 percent cause I dont want to loose the woman I invested so much into at this point.
Karen tells me I'm spending too much time on my video games and not enough attention to her, cue my malicious compliance once again, I pack up all my video games the next morning and take them outta the house and sell them at a local pawn shop, with out a word to Karen, I pick up a pack a smokes and some local tokes and take it back to the house were Karen and I (yes still am living together), and said here it's yours, and lightly tossed the smokes and tokes down on the bed beside her, "oh where did you get this??" She asks, " oh I sold all my video games, because you said I was spending too much time on them, so here is a pack of smokes cause I know how much you love smokes and here is some tokes to help me calm down." This turned i to a huge fight about how disloyal i am and that i do nothing to help her out when she needs it... i know right... I once again turn the other cheek and start seeing how entitled she really is.
Karen's entitled behaviour goes on for more weeks after wards, she got her tax money blew all of it on herself and her wants while spend .002 percent of what she got on me, while my tax return went to two dinners a movie and a really nice gift for her. I spent maybe 30 dollars on myself.
Than Karen gave me something I never thought I would've gotten from her, Confirmations she was being unfaithful.
Cue the Breakup drama.
Let's make it short though because I have already put so much into this and cant wait to get to the malicious compliance part of my post.
2 1/2 months of depression, the constant Karen behaviour "from Karen" ... my defensive stance on why it's happened,... Karen being Karen some more,... my asking Karen to change,... so we could move forward happy, ...Karen being more Karen, ...my acceptance Karen will never change,... Karen being more Karen,... my moving from "our old place" due to the negative energies that were there, Karen being more Karen and following me a block n half away,...my final offer at friendship,... Karen being more Karen
My malicious complain KAREN TELLS ME TO MOVE ON after I offer my last opportunity at her knowing me
So I did. I got invited over to a friends house one day, someone who I have know for almost a decade, we sat around and chilled, told her my story of how Karen and I Broke up, how I reacted to the evidence of her cheating on me, how she treated me afterwards, it was great to talk to someone about it because well lockdown for me commenced in Aug last year, just not the sick kind. My friend had told me to come back the next day she was gonna cook me a special dinner to help me forget about Karen. I love food btw especially if I am not the one actually cooking it and it's done by a professional like myself. Karen couldnt cook, so I was excited to see the opportunity of another's cooking for me.
That night I guess in desperation I message Karen to see if we could be friends at least... nope I got met with move the f on looser and leave me alone. Your blocked ahole.
Ok than
I went back to my friends house the next night for dinner and drinks, dinner was great but we didnt even get to drinks before I heard a knock at my friends door, I am dead serious about the next part and will edit it for the internet viewers who are under age. DEAR PENTHOUSE, I answered the door to a female friends place and was greeted by another female in a trenchcoat.
It's been a couple of weeks since I last talked to Karen, and my life honestly has done a complete 180.
I landed two jobs, both of which I love, im with someone whom I have known for the last ten years, who is a 10, omg a 10... Expressed lots of interest in me, and a few of her friends have too, I have a surplus of things in my life that keep me happy, will have my own place back soon I've expanded my social circle, and enjoying my life to the fullest every possible day.
Last I heard Karen is living with a friend a few blocks down the road and still on that fish site daily looking for what she couldnt find in me, not having a job or the ability to pay her friends rent or expenses.
Ouch Karma is real people Especially for the Karen's of the world.
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2019.06.10 05:34 iamwhatiam5578 To my Husband's best friends wife.

Back story: I receive a text message from a family friend who happens to be the wife of my husband's best friend. Text: Please listen to" husband name". This is why he is afraid to tell you his feelings and spirals. Telling you as a friend.
After long conversation with my husband and reading the texts between them this is my letter to her after she couldn't understand why I was mad and and the hate that was spewed when she found out how mad I was at at both of them. More info I have been with my husband for 22years. We have had our ups and downs. We both work really hard on our marriage and he has had major bouts of depression. He wears his feelings on his sleeve. Also my husband best friend is constantly saying how he is dead inside because his life is so miserable mainly do to his wife. They have been married for 4 years been together 6. I have Know my husband's best friend 12 years. That just makes it even more why I got so upset knowing how much she doesn't listen to her husband. I have seen the way she treats him first hand and by the words he says.
Letter D……, As two grown woman I would hope that we both can be mature about our relationship or lack of one. As humans everyone has issues. We all have challenges no one is perfect. We have known each other for many years now and yes it has been a struggle at times. We are different in many ways. I tried to be friends when we would hang out in the beginning but most of the time there was push back. Example came to our house in ** for the first time Me - " while the boys are doing something do you want to go get a pedicure?" Your responses - no I don't like pedicures and then you proceeded to play words with friends on your phone for hours and not talk to me. I have also witnessed many hissy fits when things don't go your way. So I stepped back as to not rock the boat. I know you like to text, but I have never been a texter. My lack of texting you is not because I don't like you. I don't text my family or friends a lot I prefer to call and talk on the phone. I don't like it because as you say "I'm dumb." not sure if S* told you, but I actually have dyslexia. I have struggled with spelling and math my whole life. I can completely miss words when I type and read. So what you call dumb is actually a disability. As you know having a disorder or disability can be embarrassing. Like you wearing a wig I try to communicate in other ways. Though I do write letters probably because it is slower pace and I can reread it as much as I need and I can have the letters proofread. I also have a slight stutter that I dealt with when I younger. I know how to say watermelon but if I don't stop and really focus on how to say it, the word comes out wrong. At times words don't even come out when I talk too fast and I have to stop, slow down, and focus until the words come out. Yes, I am not as smart as you in many things, but there are things that I can do better than you, but that doesn't make you dumb. As for my relationship with S. I will never be able to thank you enough for telling me about the whore. I am forever grateful for your courage and honesty with that. We all complain about our partners. It is a fact no marriage is perfect. I know your marriage is not perfect. We all know a lot about each others marriages. The thing is you are only getting one side of story and that is from husbands point of view. I only hear your husband's side of the story mainly through husband, and sometimes it doesn't paint a really good picture of you. Do I tell your husband to leave you or tell your husband there are lots of fish in the sea. No, I don't. Do I give you marriage advice that only fits your husbands side of the story? No, I do not. Why? Because I know my marriage isn't perfect and I by no means should be giving advice and I also know there are two sides to the story and when someone is complaining about the other person they are painting a picture that puts them in the best light. If your comment would have been " So in so is talking about Divorce again just thought you would want to know" it would have been met with "What!! OMG thank you for letting me know" I don't know how much bad light Spainted me in, but let me assure you he is no angel. Just like neither you or your husband are. Please put yourself in my shoes. Would you have responded nicely if I told you that J** afraid to talk to you. Knowing that he and I have been texting all day and J**** sent you a ridiculous demand earlier that day. All I will say about S**** request is that he does the bare minimum when it comes to our dog and I'm sorry if he has to let him out and feed him occasionally. He also has told me many times to get up and look at how cute this pooch looks asleep, and has carried him upstairs to bed when he can't make it up the stairs. I know S**** is not Wilson's # 1 fan. Wilson is an asshole I know that but he is our family dog we have had him for 10+ years. S**** was there when we got him and gave his ok I was actually shocked that he did. I may be wrong but I don't think that would of gone over that well if our roles were reversed or if you made that comment to any married woman. And you know you have J**** by the balls too possibly tighter than I have S*. Most married women do. I'm sorry if I was nasty in my reply. In reflection I do know you were only trying to help. But your choice of words added fuel to the fire already burning. My hands were honestly shaking I was so upset reading your words and the whole situation to put it in perspective. Less than a month ago Sand I had a conversation about how we are way better than before and he has no complaints and how he was not depressed anymore. Would you take the whole situation well? As for conversation with our spouses. You said you like having conversations with J*** and S**** has to talk to a pile of bricks. I like having conversations with my husband. We have great conversation sometimes, but sometimes I get one word answers or I don't remember. Many conversations that you and him chum about would normally be reserved for ones significant other. I have mentioned this to him and he said well I already talked about it with D***** and I don't want to talk about it again. I do not have a job where I can text all day and I don't like to text so it is hard. So maybe there is a little jealousy on my part, but I also know that J**** has mentioned to me how much you guys text and his feelings on it. We both know you guys are friends and we both didn't want to detour that friendship as we all know we all don't have a ton of friends. As for the Axes myself and many others remember that night differently than you. I also asked K**** if he didn't like me and if that was the reason he didn't want to hang out with me. He said no he likes me, and gave me the reason that doesn't involve me and why he only wants to hang with S***. As for before Wednesday I honestly felt like we were starting to get along better and I actually enjoyed our time together in Oregon. It was really sad that Ben was sick and I was worried about him. I knew you were worried too so I stepped back again not wanting to rock the boat. I enjoyed watching about Whitney and I thought you did as well. I thought we had a great time at Topgolf. We both know that we both can be b*chy in any situation because we are human. Bashing me to my husband, wishing for my marriage to end, and encouraging him to find other fish in the sea is a new low. If as you say I'm done with that Bitch is correct and that is your true feelings. I wish you all the best with your life and marriage. If that is not your true feelings we will see what the future holds for us.
Thank you for taking the time to read this.
A fellow Psychopath aka M**** or Mrs. Sman
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2019.05.02 09:03 TheCradledDM Grimharin 14: Secrets Uncovered

be me; Old LizarDM
be not me; human ranger (Finn), human monk (Reyna), shifter druid (Camila), half orc fighter (Devin), genasi warlock (Werhan), warforged bard (Be Bop), spellscale sorcerer (Suryn)
the party, having defeated three of the four generals of the Order of Expiation, albeit with great difficulty, are stood in a somewhat destroyed tavern, having just killed Bunivar, the aasimar paladin
the monk grabs Charlie, the bartender who had been serving Bunivar, and throws him to the floor
“you work with the Order?”
Charlie shakes his head
“I know nothing, I swear. I’m just the bartender”
the monk gestures to the bodies strewn around the room
“dude. We’re just killed 5 people. We’re tired, and we’re sore. We just want to go to sleep. Just tell us what we want to know”
Charlie shakes his head
“I promise miss, I don’t know anything. I simply followed the blessed word of Bunivar”
the monk rolls her eyes
“blessed word. Sheesh”
the monk walks over to the others, who are in the process of healing each other up
she gestures back to the bartender
“he doesn’t know anything. He’s just a follower of the blessed Bunivar”
the fighter nods
“the church might try to bring her back. We need to destroy the body”
the bard steps forward
“I will dispose of the body”
he grabs her and lifts her onto his shoulder, walking towards the door
the bartender tries to step in front of him, but the bard palms his head, shoving him aside
he opens the door carefully and steps out into the night
with a burst of dust, the 4 swirling creatures disappear, returning to their original form
the warlock holds his head, black liquid tearing up in his eyes
he wipes it away and hides his hands
the ranger grabs the bartender
“get me a beer”
the bartender walks over to the pump and pours him a drink
the ranger downs it and nods
“this is good shit. I can see why Bunivar liked it”
the fighter finishes cleaning his sword and waits for the druid to finish healing his wounds before he stands up
he pulls out his radio and calls Be Bop
“did Mr Xhorveen call back? I don’t want to sleep in that apartment again”
the ranger turns to him
“stop shit talking my apartment, it’s perfectly functional”
the sorcerer pats him on the shoulder
“it’s fine, I promise”
the ranger nods
“thank you. Someone with some common sense”
the bard’s radio turns on
“we have been instructed to stay at the Illion Hotel. I have now hidden Bunivar’s body”
the fighter nods
“where did you hide it?”
“if I told you Devin, it would cease to be hidden”
the warlock shrugs
“he’s got a point”
the fighter rolls his eyes
“okay Be Bop, just meet us there”
the monk raises her fist and looks over at the bartender
“are you going to tell the guards who we are?”
he shakes his head
“of course not”
the warlock steps over and summons his trident
“are you sure? I’d be really disappointed if I learned that you were a liar”
Charlie nods fervently
“I won’t tell a soul”
the warlock nods
“good boy. Now let’s go see how long we can last in ‘this’ hotel before we have to move”
the monk lies on the bed, letting out a long sigh
she rolls and hears a small crinkle
she reaches underneath her and pulls out a small envelope
another letter from Xhorveen
she opens it and reads through it quietly
“son of a bitch”
she throws it across the room
“try not to lose this one. Who does he think he is?”
she looks down at the wraps on her hands and goes about taking them off, revealing the bruising underneath
she takes her hair out and flicks off her boots
she hears a knock at her door and groans, climbing to her feet
she opens it, revealing the sorcerer standing there
her hair is untied and her clothes more casual
the monk notices the tattoos that stretch across her skin, flowing up her arms and bare shoulders, moving under the fabric below
she goes to speak, but the sorcerer puts a finger to her lips
“follow”
she gestures for the monk to follow, and after a moment of hesitation, the monk does so
they creep silently towards the bard’s room, where they can hear an odd whirring and the sound of talking inside
the sorcerer leans in and whispers into her ear
“I was going to ask him to quiet down, but I got curious. I don’t recognize the voice”
she presses her hand against the monk and the two of them turn invisible
the door silently opens, and both of them step inside
they see the bard sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes orange and his body unmoving
the light from his eyes casts an image onto the ground, and the monk frowns as she sees a small tiefling girl
maybe 6 years, old, the girl has red skin and black hair, and her eyes are pure yellow. She wears a small dress, though it seems to be old and dirty
“come on Be Bop, lift me up! Lift me up!”
“I am unit 9342.B”
the girl shakes her head
“Be Bop is better”
they watch as a pair of large metal hands appear in the image and grab the little red tiefling, lifting her up
the girl laughs
“I’m flying, Be Bop, I’m flying!”
she reaches forward, and they hear a small clang
“why do you have so many scratches? Is it because of the bad people?”
they hear the bard’s voice echo through
“many people do not like me. They are afraid”
the girl smiles
“but you’re nice? I’m not scared of you!”
the monk jumps as she feels the sorcerer grab her arm
“I think they’re his memories”
the little girl in the video frowns
“I have an idea”
the bard lets her down and she runs off
the monk sees her run over to a small collection of rags, and takes in more of the details of the room she’s seeing
it seems almost like a warehouse
the girl picks up a small, half broken texter
she walks up to him and the bard kneels down
her tongue sticks out of the side of her mouth as she looks at him
she places the texter forward and they hear it squeak against the metal
she steps back and smiles
“see! Now you look happy!”
“I’m afraid this won’t help”
the girl frowns
“of course it will. It looks good. I did a good job, didn’t I?”
“of course”
suddenly, the image begins to flicker
the monk and sorcerer step back against the wall as the bard’s eyes turn blue
he looks around him for a moment before they flicker orange again
“mission report: Day 12: Associates and I have engaged and defeated Bunivar. Severe damage to internal mechanisms and head has been taken. Repairs ongoing. Group relations, medium to high. Group morale, low. Some group members believe Mr Xhorveen is not who he claims. Evidence supporting, substantial. Group intends to locate and eliminate target: Ketan, last described as an elf. Mission report ended”
the monk and sorcerer slowly creep out of the room
they return to the monk’s room and the sorcerer drops the invisibility
“who is he talking to?”
the monk shakes her head
“I have no idea. It was a mission report. Maybe he still reports to his higher ups?”
the sorcerer frowns
“who’s the little girl? I don’t want to ask, or he’ll know we saw”
the monk shakes her head
“everybody’s got secrets”
the sorcerer raises an eyebrow
“even you?”
the monk nods
“I’ve got my stuff”
the sorcerer leans in
“can I hear it?”
the monk shakes her head
“give me a month to get to know you. Then maybe”
the sorcerer rolls her eyes
“why’s everyone so closed off? Everything goes smoother if people just talk”
the monk crosses her arms
“if you’re such an open book, what’s your deal? Why are you working with Xhorveen?”
the sorcerer shrugs
“well I was kicked out of my home because of a change in power and I wasn’t allowed to fight them because they were high ranking people. I had to leave my mum and dad and sisters. So, I had to live in any place I could find for a while. I learned to fight, got good at it, made a job out of it. Then I got offered a job by Mr Xhorveen”
the monk pauses
“you…you’re really just okay talking about that? That sounds kind of heavy”
the sorcerer shrugs
“we spellscales don’t look back. We only look forward. As far as I’m concerned, been there done that, let’s move on”
the monk nods slowly
“right…okay. Um…good for you?”
the sorcerer smiles
“anyway, I’m off to bed. It was good talking to you Reyna. Also, you should probably clean up your room, you kind of just threw your boots over there and there’s blood on your knuckle wraps”
her smile widens, and she walks away
the monk shakes her head in confusion and steps back into her room, closing the door
the druid swoops down to the others
“I’ve looked all over the city. No sign of Ketan”
the fighter scratches his jaw
“I’m stuck for options. We might have to ask Kargon if he knows about the dock. Since we have no other records, that might be the only other choice”
the monk rolls her eyes
“really? We have to go to him again?”
the fighter nods
“he really doesn’t like you, so maybe you shouldn’t come”
the monk pouts
“but it’s fun to tease him”
he looks over at the warlock and ranger
“okay, you two come with me. The rest of you, find some way of locating Rezeen. We don’t want to lose him after we go through all the generals”
the party agree and split up, the Kargon group heading off
the monk turns to the bard, who’s head has been welded back together
“right, do you have any way of tracking people?”
“I can connect to sending stone lines, thus getting in contact with people from a distance. This does not allow me to locate them, however, it would allow me to talk to them, albeit, only 25 words”
the monk nods and looks over at the druid
“do you think you can convince him to see us in 25 words?”
the druid shrugs
“I’ll give it a go”
the sorcerer raises a hand
“excuse me for being out of the loop, but why does a terrorist listen to you?”
the monk waves her hand
“whole deal about wanting to help magic users, yada yada. We’re hoping that he thinks she’s still invested”
she turns to the bard
“give him a call. Suryn, you and I back away so there’s no background sound”
they back up and the bard’s eyes glow orange
after a moment, he nods and the druid steps forward
“Rezeen, it’s me. Camila. We need to talk. I’m done with this fighting. I want to help the Order. Please, I don’t want this anymore”
there’s a short pause before a voice comes through
“Camila, I’m so glad you’ve decided to come back to the fold. I was worried Kargon had got to you. I’ll contact you soon”
the voice cuts off
the monk and sorcerer step forward
the sorcerer smiles
“well that was easy”
the fighter, ranger and warlock walk up to the house, it’s abandoned façade only growing over time as the windows become covered in dust
the fighter looks back at the others
“stay behind. He doesn’t like us much, so let me do the talking”
the ranger frowns and raises a finger to point at the door
“uhh, Devin, I’m not seeing things, am I?”
the fighter turns around, seeing a small trickle of red liquid seeping out from under the door
blood
the fighter draws his slinger and approaches, the ranger grabbing his dagger and the warlock summoning his trident
the fighter presses an ear to the door but only hears silence within
he raises 3 fingers and slowly counts down before he slams his shoulder against the fraying door
he hears something hit the floor on the other side and as he pushes the door open, it catches on something
he groans and pushes it aside further, revealing a body
the three men, used to seeing bodies, aren’t phased by this, but become extremely on edge
they enter the house, seeing the extent of the destruction inside
the stairs have been obliterated, the kitchen blown apart and several windows shattered
scorch marks litter the walls and the ranger spies at least one other body in the next room
the warlock kneels down and examines the body at the door
“disembowelled. Fractured spine too. He probably bled out here”
they step cautiously into the next room, seeing an oddly shaped scorch mark in the centre of the floor of that room
“really is a shame, isn’t it?”
they turn around, seeing a familiar elven man leaning against a window sill
Rezeen
“he was such a helpful ally. It’s a shame he had to turn against us”
the fighter raises his slinger and fires a shot, but Rezeen simply deflects it with a shield
the warlock raises his trident
“why are you here?”
Rezeen shrugs
“I’ve been waiting for you of course. You’ve been quite the thorn in our side”
he stands up straighter, black energy seeping from inside the expensive clothes adorning him
“killing Keiser. That was an acceptable loss. Sending Oriis running? Well, he was just a nuisance. More of a danger to himself really. But Bunivar is where I draw the line. You have been just a bit too effective for my liking”
the ranger glances around him
“you killed Kargon?”
Rezeen nods
“well, at least temporarily. Took a few of my men with him, but in the end, he couldn’t escape. Now he’s back in the Nine Hells where he belongs”
the fighter nods
“well thank you for waiting. You’ve just made things so much easier”
his slinger flashes, and the air is filled with bolts
Rezeen raises his shield, but 2 of the bolts still pierce him
the ranger sprints forward, slashing with his dagger
Rezeen steps back from the first and deflects the second strike
he lifts his head and lets out a shrill whistle
the warlock immediately raises his trident, wary of this tactic
sure enough, he watches as 4 shadowy hounds burst through the walls, rushing the trio
he swings his trident, batting away the first dog that lunges at him
the ranger isn’t so lucky, and a dog pounces on him, slamming him to the ground
he raises his arm and the jaws close around it, thrashing violently as he roars in pain
the fighter’s leg is bitten by one and he kicks it away, but he can’t stop the second from hitting him in the back, sending him to the ground
the warlock runs over to him, stabbing at the dog on his back
it recoils from the pain and he swings again, stabbing into its leg
the fighter rolls to one knee and fires two shots into the dogs, causing them to fall back
the ranger struggles against the dog and kicks it away, so he can climb to his feet
he turns to stab Rezeen and feels the dog grab his leg
he yells out as it drags him to the floor again and savages his calf
Rezeen grins and points at the warlock
“care to join me, friend?”
Rezeen’s eyes glow with green light and the warlock stumbles back, his eyes beginning to glow with the same green light
his arms fall to his side before he snaps up, like a puppet on strings
the two dogs charge at the fighter
he pushes one back, but the second closes its jaws around the arm holding his slinger
the ranger looks up in time to watch the dog beside the warlock run up to him
he raises his arms to protect his head and feels the teeth scraping against him, tearing at the skin on his hands and the hair of his head
the warlock, eyes glowing, steps up to the fighter, who is still on his knees
he raises his trident, and sees the fighter’s eyes widen
he swings it down and the fighter reaches up, catching the handle just before it hits him
the warlock strains against him and the two men’s arms shake in this contest of strength
the warlock breaks through and the trident strikes the fighter in the shoulder, hurting him but not doing much damage
the warlock takes the trident back and stabs again
the fighter feeds his hand through the prongs and blocks the strike with the armour on his forearm, feeling the sheer strength behind the attack nearly break his radius
the fighter shakes the dog off and looks up at the warlock
he sees the green glow in his eyes and notices the same glow in Rezeen’s
still holding off the trident with his forearm, he raises his free arm and fires at Rezeen with his slinger
the bolt strikes Rezeen in the chest, and the sorcerer falls back, gasping
the glow from his eyes fades and he stumbles against the wall
the ranger stabs the dog on top of him in the belly twice and then brings his dagger down onto the second one’s head, slashing its snout
the dogs back off, heavily wounded, and he climbs to his feet, pushing off a wall so he can get a bit of breathing room
the dogs snarl and charge him again
he kicks one away and as the second charges him he sprints towards it, leaping straight over it as it rushes beneath him
the dog next to the fighter sinks its teeth into his shoulder and drags him to the floor
the dog beside the warlock sinks its teeth into his leg now that his control has been broken and he stumbles away
Rezeen raises his hand and an explosion of fire rips through the room, scorching the dogs and the trio alike
the ranger hits a wall, falling unconscious and the fighter falls to the side, singed badly
the warlock rolls, his body steaming
he looks up in time to watch Rezeen disappear into a cloud of shadows
game ends
Old Series: https://www.reddit.com/DnDGreentext/comments/97riuv/eating_people_is_fine_so_long_as_we_all_agree_on/
First game: https://www.reddit.com/DnDGreentext/comments/azpy4i/grimharin_1_welcome_to_chroburgh/
Previous game: https://www.reddit.com/DnDGreentext/comments/bil5d9/grimharin_13_buniva
Next game: https://www.reddit.com/DnDGreentext/comments/bl8mfn/grimharin_15_exploration_and_detonation/
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2019.04.03 04:08 throwawayOrRunAwayOK Suggestions for conversation over text?

So, met this guy twice over the weekend, we both had a good time and now it's my time to initiate the next meeting. Which would be at least five days later coz ..the week has begun, heh. In the meantime I was wondering if there are any fun(but not frivolous) topics/questions one can talk about? Just to keep the conversation going thru the week until I ask him out but nothing too heavy. He isn't much of a texter but I think a few texts over something light and engaging could keep the communication going. I thought of rapid-fire style questions but they seem too frivolous.
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2018.06.01 15:48 MajorParadox Superman #25 - Lois Lane

Superman #25 - Lois Lane

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Author: MajorParadox
Book: Superman
Event: Cadmus
Arc: Loss & Life
Set: 25
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Awake

2:25 AM. Lois still couldn’t sleep. Krypto lay sprawled out diagonally, his head resting on her leg. He seemed to take up more room than a medium-sized dog should. It had been a while since the funeral. Since she said goodbye to Clark. It was getting better, easier to focus on other things, but she wondered if the pain inside would ever really go away.
Lois opened her laptop, the bright light filling the darkened room. Krypto whimpered and buried his head under the blankets.
“Sorry, boy,” said Lois as she swiped through her trackpad, clicking through web pages.
Gotham Mayor Nygma Stands Strong Against Metahumans
By Ron Troupe
Gotham Mayor Edward Nygma delivered a controversial speech, essentially banning those with powers from entering the city limits. Opponents claim the policy is fundamentally unconstitutional and out of authority... Read More >>
“Nut bags,” Lois said, rolling her eyes. “Without them, Gotham wouldn’t even exist anymore.” Another story caught her eye.
Luthor Trial Rescheduled for September
By Ron Troupe
After the unexpected attack on our country, Lex Luthor’s criminal trial was postponed to allow Superman to respond. Metropolis clean up efforts and funeral planning left some uncertainty... Read More >>
Luthor’s name was like nails on a chalkboard. They were so close to finally getting him in jail where he belonged. Doomsday couldn’t have picked a worse time to come crashing down. As silly as it sounded, Lois blamed that monster for Luthor too. Or at least the headache she got whenever she thought of him sat comfortable in his penthouse. House arrest was ridiculous, but if anyone could afford the lawyers to pull it off, it was Lex Luthor. There was no way he was getting found acquitted though. Not with the damning evidence they had.
Scrolling farther down, Lois let out a half smile when she noticed her name.
Superman Statue to Be Revealed in Centennial Park
By Lois Lane
Metropolis Mayor Franklin Berkowitz announced the construction of a statue dedicated to the Man of Steel. Standing in the center of Centennial Park, it will serve as a beacon to all those... Read More >>
The statue was there, but Lois hadn’t visited it yet. It didn’t feel like the right time yet. But, she was happy to see her name in a byline again. It may have been tough for her when she lost Clark, but that wasn’t going to keep her down forever. She was stronger than that. If only telling herself that made her feel any better.
Krypto poked his head up and Lois patted him.
“Yeah, boy, I’m awake too.”
A buzz rang from Lois’s phone as a text notification popped up. The number was blocked, but the the word “Superman” caught her eye first.
[Unknown Number] (Today, 2:35 AM): Superman’s body is being targeted. I thought you should know, I'll be in touch as I find out more.

Working

Lois sat at her desk in the Daily Planet bullpen, staring at the empty desk opposite hers.
Clark’s old desk.
Perry had boxed up his belongings and shipped them to the Kents in Smallville, but not before letting Lois check for anything she wanted. There were only two things she kept: A Snackers candy bar and a spare pair of glasses. At first she kept them out, but she could see the reactions when people saw them. Like she was having a hard time letting go. Since when did she care about what others thought of her? Instead of answering the question, she dropped them into her top-left drawer.
Lois pulled out her phone, looking at the mysterious message and her unanswered replies.
[Unknown Number] (Today, 2:35 AM): Superman’s body is being targeted. I thought you should know, I'll be in touch as I find out more.
Lois (Today, 2:38 AM): Who is this? What’s going to happen to Superman?
Lois (Today, 2:40 AM): hello?
Lois (Today, 2:41 AM): dammit who are you?
Lois (Today, 9:03 AM): Hello?
“Lois,” Perry called from his office. “My office.”
Taking another glance at her phone, Lois stood up and walked over.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” Perry asked. “I can have someone else talk to Luthor.”
“I’m fine, Perry,” Lois answered. “Besides, this story was mine and Clark’s. It should stay with me.”
Lois’ phone lit up, an image of Chloe appearing on screen making a goofy face.
“I have to take this,” said Lois, stepping out of the office. “But honestly, I can do this, I’m still a reporter.”
“You’re damn right you are, Lois,” said Perry.
Lois answered her phone as she moved back toward her desk. “Did you find anything?” she asked.
“Hello, yourself, Lo,” Chloe said wryly.
“Sorry,” Lois sighed. “Hi, Chloe! Did you find anything?”
“Looks like the text came from a burner phone purchased from a 6/21 in Suicide Slum. I can’t review their video feeds, though. They must still be on VHS.”
“Hmm, maybe I’ll-”
A clicking interrupted Lois’s thought. Looking back at the phone, a blocked number was calling.
“This might be them,” Lois said. “Can you do your magic, Clo?”
“On it,” Chloe confirmed as Lois switched over.
“Mystery texter,” Lois answered, taking a shot at appearing in control. All she got was static from the other side.
Bzzzz- res… krshhhh- od f- bzzzzz…
“Hello?” Lois asked when the line went dead. She switched back to her cousin. “What the heck was that?”
“I have no idea,” Chloe answered. “That call was untraceable.”

Interview

Lois stared at the small television screen in the back office of the 6/21 convenience store. She had been browsing through hours of footage, looking for just the right moment.
“You almost done back there?” a teenaged cashier called. “I really wasn’t supposed to let you do this… I don’t think.”
Lois paused the video as she saw a man in the feed walk up to the register with a burner phone in his hand.
“Just another minute,” Lois called back as she pulled out her phone. She snapped a photo of the man and sent it off to Chloe with a message:
Bad quality, but this must be him.
A moment later, she replied back.
You’re not kidding. I’ll see what I can do.
Lois walked to the front of the store and the young cashier exhaled slowly.
“Thank god,” he said. “I don’t want to get fired. I have car payments.”
“Lighten up, kid,” Lois winked. “Doesn’t hurt to take risks.”
Lois’s phone buzzed twice. That was quick, she thought, but quickly realized it wasn’t Chloe.
Where are you? Luthor interview in 30!
Lex Luthor could wait. He wasn’t going anywhere. The other notification was more interesting. It was the mystery man.
Ask Luthor about Project Cadmus.
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Lois walked with two FBI agents into the Luthor Tower elevator, her mind racing. Project Cadmus. Other than what Bizarro described, and that meeting with the ‘DNAlien’ Dubbilex*, as he called himself, the place was a mystery. All she knew was there were illegal genetic manipulations going on, and even Chloe, as well as Batman’s acquaintance Oracle, couldn’t find anything on them. But now it turned out Lex Luthor was involved, because of course he was.
The elevator reached the penthouse and Lois took a deep breath. She needed more time. Damn mystery man springing this on her at the last second. She could have done more research, taken a closer look- What was she thinking? She was Lois Lane: Ace Reporter. Lex wasn’t going to reveal anything, but she knew something he didn’t for once.
“Lois Lane,” Lex greeted as she entered his office.
Ignoring his eye contact, Lois sat down across from him.
Lex waved his hands at the agents. “I’m sure Miss Lane would appreciate some privacy.”
Lois looked back and nodded.
“We’ll be right outside,” one of them said as they closed the door to his office.
“Let me start by saying how sorry I was to hear about your-”
“No,” Lois interrupted. “You don’t get to be sorry.” She moved her eyes toward his right hand, an advanced, metal prosthetic replacing the one he had lost. “You tried to kill him, remember?”
“It’s funny you bring up memory,” said Lex. “Do you remember when an advanced AI from Krypton took over Metropolis?”
“Yes,” said Lois, watching Lex swivel around to admire the view from his window. “Do you remember when you hired Randall Truman to sabotage the SunKord?”
“Let’s not get sidetracked, Lois,” he said, placing his elbows on the arm rests.
Lois leaned closer to the desk. “OK, then. Let’s get down to it. Tell me everything you know about Project Cadmus.”
Lex’s right elbow slipped, but he quickly recovered it. He swiveled back to find Lois’s eyes zeroed into his, like a laser.
“I’ve never heard of such a project.”
Lois smiled, keeping her eye contact. “Memory failing you again?”
For the shortest moment, Lois caught Lex’s eyes move, but return just as quickly. It didn’t matter what he told he for the rest of the interview, or more likely what he wouldn’t tell her. For a moment, she caught him off guard. And she was never going to let him forget it.

The Statue

Lois stood under a tree at the edge of Centennial Park, Krypto sitting beside her. It was dark, but the nearby street lights left an ambient glow where she stood. An MPD officer walked by and nodded. Looking down at her phone, she flipped through recent messages. Chloe had found info on Lois’s mystery texter and it was not what she expected.
Lois studied the most recent text message:
Meet me by the largest tree in the southeast area of the park
Well, she was going to get to the bottom of it as soon as he showed up.
“What’s with the increased police patrol?” a voice asked.
Lois looked up to see a man in a golden and blue uniform with a helmet covering his face. It was him, though, she was sure of it. Krypto stood up, tilting his head at the newcomer. He wasn’t quite sure if he was a threat, but then again, neither did Lois.
“I have some connections,” she responded. “Warned them of a potential threat against Superman’s grave.”
“Good,” the man said. “By the way, I’m Guardian. I’m the one who’s been texting you.”
“I know,” Lois smirked. “I also know you’re a dead man, James Harper.”
Guardian took a step back, but then moved his hand to his head, unclasping his helmet and removing it entirely. He brushed a hand through his blond hair. “Call me Jim.”
Lois eyed him top to bottom. “You don’t look like a zombie,” she said. “I assume Cadmus was involved? You owe me an interview, Jim, but for now, tell me what’s going on.”
Jim nodded, taking a deep breath. “Cadmus is going after Superman tonight. They have to be stopped.”
“Are they really going to proceed, even with increased police patrols?”
“I want to hope they will call it off,” Jim said, placing his helmet back over his head, “but something tells me they planned ahead. I’m just not sure how.” With that, he ran off, careful to avoid police detection. He’d have too many questions to answer if they found him lurking. Hell, Lois still had plenty of them herself.
Lois moved deeper into the park, toward the Superman statue, Krypto following to her side. So far she’d only seen pictures, but it was quite a sight in person. Towering over her, Clark had his determined “superhero” face, while an eagle perched over his arm. She couldn’t help but wonder how much Clark would hate such a monument to himself. He did appreciate the hero worship at some level, though, having created Superman was a way to inspire people. And the statue was nothing if not inspiring.
Closing her eyes, Lois imagined Clark standing next to her.
“It’s nice,” Clark would say. “But did they have to make it so large?”
“Superman is larger than life,” Lois replied. “I think they captured you perfectly.”
Lois’s eyes opened at the sound of a slight rumbling. Looking down at the base of the statue, small pieces of gravel and dust moved around slightly.
“What the hell?” Lois leaned down, feeling the ground. “You hear that, right boy?” A shaking sensation faded away quickly, but the sight of moving grass caught her eye, moving away from the statue.
“Clark?” she asked under her breath, almost expecting him to burst up from the ground, alive and well. Instead, the trail continued, toward the edge of the park where it finally stopped.
Lois looked down to Krypto, whose ears were perked up. “You still hear it, huh? Lead the way.”
The dog whimpered and leapt into the air, arcing over a nearby building into an alleyway. Lois hoofed it, trying to catch up.
“Get that dog outta here!” she heard as she kept running.
Guardian pulled up next to her on his motorcycle. “Stay here,” he said. “I’ll handle it.”
Lois shook her head, not letting up. “No way, Harper,” she said as the bike sped forward.
As she got closer, Lois heard exasperated breathing and the unmistakable sound sound of fists hitting flesh. A man in a ski mask went flying out of the alley, landing just in front of her. She closed the gap and wasn’t prepared for what she found: Guardian was shielding himself from attacks by a dual-wielding swordsman in a purple costume. Krypto was biting against what looked like thin air, but moving like there was someone there. But that wasn’t what drew her attention: Clark’s coffin, with the red Superman ‘S’ was being carried into the back of a van by several others in ski masks.
“No,” she said softly. There was no way they were leaving with him.
Charging forward, Lois lunged at the closest grave robber, hammering him to the ground. Another one grabbed her from behind as the others finished getting the casket secured. The van drove off as Lois swung her head back, knocking herself free and followed it up with a kick to the stomach.
“Guardian!” she yelled as Krypto flew off after the van. “They’re getting away!”
The helmeted hero pushed his shield into the swordsman's face, knocking him back as the swords fell to the ground with a clang, and then jumped several feet in the air, landing with a roundhouse kick.
“On it!” Guardian confirmed as he moved back to his bike, but was suddenly pulled back.
“What is it?” Lois asked.
“Hide,” he answered, swinging back his elbow, but meeting nothing was dead air. “He can turn invisible.”
“And I’m Go Seek,” the purple costumed man said as he wrapped his arms around Lois. “Stand down, Guardian, or the girl gets it.”
Lois dropped her heel down hard onto the man’s foot, quickly loosening his grip. She widened her arms to get free and flipped around, her right fist tight, but Go Seek ducked and pushed his entire body weight against her, knocking her down.
Guardian moved toward them, but tripped and started grabbing around his own neck. Hide must have had him in a chokehold.
Lois pulled herself back up, but Go Seek had picked up one of his swords and aimed it right in front of her face.
“Stop,” he said.
“Look out behind you,” Lois said.
Go Seek chuckled. “Like I’m going to fall for-”
Krypto dug his teeth into the man’s shoulder and launched him out of the alley.
Meanwhile Guardian pulled himself free from the invisible man’s grasp and was waiting for any indication of another attack. He grabbed the thin air, but seemingly missed. One of Go Seek’s swords began floating in mid air behind him.
Lois picked up the other sword and heaved it over. “Heads up!” she yelled.
Guardian caught the sword and quickly blocked an attack, following up with a harder swing that knocked the floating sword away. With a swift kick, Hide was down, his invisibility fizzling away.
“We have to get Superman back,” said Lois.
“I knew they were keeping metas secret from me,” said Guardian, “but I didn’t expect they’d use them for protection. Now they know I’ve turned, I can’t stay. We may need some backup here.”
Lois nodded. “I have connections for that too.”
To Be Continued Today!
After Credits
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2018.04.28 00:26 thekingofpossums Going on a 3rd Date and bit perplexed. So here's the story so far and can anybody tell me wtf is going on?

Aaahrghg......This is gonna be painfully awkward for me to type and I guess for you to read as well probably but here it goes......
So tomorrow I'll (34M) will be going on my 3rd date with Bethany (30F and not even close to her real name) whom I meet a few weeks ago through Tinder (not an app I've had much luck with in the past btw). Previous dates have been mostly good but then also strangely awkward and I'm kind of at a loss here so uh well here it is...
Oh, and I guess I am just looking for anybody else's take on what to expect here. I also want to get these thoughts off my chest before I see her again...
Where I'm at so far.......Met Bethany through Tinder 3 weeks ago.....exchanged a few messages.....meet for coffee and we exchanged a few jokes but we (or at least I) did have to suffer a bit a bit of semi-weird silent spells but I still felt semi-comfortable and I asked her out for dinner and she accepted.
So we go to dinner a couple of days later. I decide that I definitely find her physically attractive (okay I had already decided that point but felt it was worth mentioning), nothing caught on fire, and though it started slowly by end of the date, we were talking freely and overall it was probably the most comfortable I've felt on a 1st date in a long time. Her eye contact and body language along with the way we were getting along all seemed to indicate that she's into me and I make a couple of (probably not as smooth as I would like to think) attempts at/light physical contact that she shies away from. At one point she initiated contact to touch my hand but again quickly shies away/averts eye contact after a split second. I don't really know how to explain it that well but just know that each exchange felt awkward as hell. After dinner, she basically says alright that was fun see you later, smiles, waves, and jets away before I even realized she was leaving. Also very awkward but fucking OLD am I right?.
I kind of assumed that was the end of it but she texted me a couple of times later that night and we continue to text back and forth a few dozen times over the next couple of days. I'm a terrible texter so this was taxing and did take some effort for me to get through but again I felt a pretty solid attraction to her and I put in the extra work.
Bethany invites me on a 2nd date and we meet up have a quick dinner and go for walk. Again I feel it goes pretty well but again physical contact clearly isn't something she's interested in (in public or semi-private). Then after I walk her back to her apartment and we decide it's the end of the night she stands there staring at me with a very focused look. It was a look I could only assume short of holding a sign that says "kiss me you idiot" or jumping on top of me and shoving her tongue down my throat was about as clear a signal as I was going to get. So I went in for a kiss but then she does the turn her face to the side so my aim hits somewhere more in the region of her eacheek/neck and she manages to maneuver herself to embrace me for a quick hug. She then says goodnight, turns and is again gone before I get out a half response....sooooo okay. I feel that painful, burning, blushing, level of awkwardness being reached and that's one I haven't really felt since high school.
She inititates texting again and we continue to text after that. Then I unintentionally went without responding to a few of her texts for a couple days (got slammed with work and couldn't do much of anything else during that time) as I just missed them in the shuffle. This seems to touch some kind of insecurity with her because she asks "did I say something wrong?" sends a couple of texts that seem concerned about my no response, asks if everything is going alright, do I want to see her again, etc. etc. etc. I let her know I am interested (not over the top) just busy/bad with texting etc. anyway I try to bring up crossed signals and then......radio silence for two days before she calls me up (which was nice since I prefer a call and she's texted a response to me calling her thus far) and tells me she really wants to see me soon and we make plans for 3rd date tomorrow. I again try and broach the crossed the signals yesterday and she completely deflects it and redirects the conversation (text conversation anyway).
USUALLY, in my experience, mixed signals from a woman mean that the woman isn't really interested in a romantic relationship and if I bring up mixed signals and the conversation ends well then it's pretty obvious that she isn't interested (a few times this has gone the other way btw so it's not me just throwing in the towel when I ask either). In this case, the response is.....more mixed signals but seemingly they are stronger in both directions.
So WTF? Am I being put on the backburner as a plan B? I usually don't waste much energy on mental gymnastics like this over OLD or women in general anymore since I'm already divorced, broken, and have a kid, career, bills, pets, house, etc. to take care of. Yet, this situation is really bugging the shit out of me.
Go ahead and rip my new one for whatever I'm doing wrong or missing here because I'm kind of lost. I would consider myself to be much more socially inept than what other people seem to think of me btw but I'm not a complete shut-in and when I shared this with a couple friends of mine they were as confused as I was.
It's just really odd that for 90 percent of the small amount of time we've been around each other there's been close to 0 awkwardness and the then 5 percent semi-strange and 5 percent has been on that Bubba Watson's double no-shake fake after he won the green jacket in 2012 level of odd.
Anybody got a clue here?
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2016.12.14 15:55 TARDIS Monday night I had the best night I have ever had with another human being.

So on Friday of last week I went to go meet a couple of friends at a bar. I had arrived early so I went to the bar to order a scotch to enjoy while I waited on them. I went and sat at the bar. Then this absolutely gorgeous young lady came to take my order. Time stopped... (this is not a pun on my user name) Her eyes were just... I hadn't been looked at by someone the way she was looking at me. Time resumes. I say hello and order my scotch (Johnny Walker Black). She says, "you got it, gorgeous".
I was kind of floored by this. Now, I have been to restaurants, bars and strip clubs. You sell yourself as well as yours wares to do a better job. I tried not to think anything of it. But I still really wanted to know more about her. So, when she delivered my Johnny Walker, I just started talking to her. She was wearing a soccer jersey, so I started there. Still, pretty normal conversation for a bartender and a customer. Then I ask her if she happens to play volleyball as well and she does. So we start chatting about the local volleyball scene and where we play. We're getting somewhere...
At this point, my friends have arrived and are beckoning me to them, but I just want to talk to this girl more. Finally I just get the courage and ask her if she'd like to meet me for dinner or a drink sometime. She smiles warmly, like she was hoping I'd ask, and says absolutely. Again, I'm floored. We exchange numbers and agree to make plans. I honestly never expected her to respond.
But she did! Just a couple of days later. I had sent her a couple of texts, explaining how great it was talking to her and that I'd love to even meet for lunch to learn more about her. A day or so passes and she gets back to me early on Sunday and we start chatting. We make plans for me to meet her at work when she gets done on Monday evening and go get that drink.
So, I meet her there and we go to a place near where she works and just start talking. Every second of it was great. She was attentive and thoughtful and responsive and interesting. We sat there talking and ordering drinks and appetizers for about an hour or two. The bar we were at had some really nice fireplaces outside and I asked her if she wanted to go outside and sit by them. She said, "as long as you'll keep me warm". I agree to keep at least one side of her warm, as I will be incapable of keeping both side of her warm in such conditions. She agrees to my logic.
So now we're outside by this fire. We know a lot more about each other now and there's definitely a closeness beyond what either of us would normally feel. We're laughing and smiling and making jokes like we had known one another for ages. Then the moment comes where I turn to her and she turns to me... I put my hand on chin and kissed her. She didn't flinch... she just kissed me back. We resettled ourselves and held each other closer. The moment was just perfect.
It's getting late, but neither of us wanted the night to end. She asked me if I had a tree up at my house, because she loves Christmas lights. I explained to her that I do and invited her to come see it. We walked to my car, holding hands, and drove to my house. We talked the entire time, not caring about anything other than getting to know more about the other.
We got out of my car and walked into my house. My tree was on and made my living room very warm and inviting. It wasn't long before we on my couch, kissing hard, trying our best to keep our hands away from where they shouldn't be, which was admittedly very hard. Coats, scarves, jackets... they were all being peeled off one layer at a time. Hands were finding flesh and it got to the point where we both couldn't stand it any longer. But I stood up, buttoned my shirt and told her I had to take her back. My heart was beating out of my chest and we were both like quivering with anticipation. We wanted what was sure to happen but didn't at the same time. I handed her her things and asked if she'd like to see more lights. It was like 1:30AM at this point. We both had to be up at like 6AM, but we didn't care. She agreed and I drove her to an area with great lights.
So we get to this more affluent area of my town. And there's a house with a sizable pond and a bridge that spans the pond and the bridge and walkway were covered with these beautiful blue lights. We both saw it. And without saying a word, we looked at one another. I threw my car in park and we both ran out of my car, smiling, running to see if we could get to and walk on the bridge. So there we are, breaking onto private property together to be outside in the cold and we still hadn't spoken a single word. We were just holding hands. We got to what seemed like the middle and we kissed again...
It was then that I realized that this girl could actually SEE me. And I felt like I could see her. I had no idea what this was or what we were doing. I didn't care... We walked back to my car. There were a few other things I wanted to show her that I knew she would love. I also turned on some music and we both happened to know it, which was great. We sang, and held hands and drove around.
I finally took her back to her car and I kissed her and thanked her for a wonderful night. I told her she was beautiful and she told me that I was too. This was 3 AM on Tuesday morning..
Now, for the advice portion. I have heard very little from her... Just a few texts here and there. We aren't facebook friends and I don't even know if she has one. I just... what do I do? Maybe she just isn't a big texter? That evening just meant so much to me and it felt like it meant something to her as well and I'm just flabbergasted by all of this. I don't want to not feel that way again but at the same time I have no idea how to approach this.
Help me!
EDIT UPDATE
Alright, so after a long week, we've been talking and I wanted to share. First, her feelings mirrored my own. She also had a great time and she said she "danced around her house like an idiot" when she got home. She didn't want to try to set something else up with me because she was going out of town and didn't want me to feel like she was blowing me of. She said that she was also really glad that we didn't have sex, though she really wanted to.
She's in Baltimore right now visiting her family and we intend to hang out as soon as she comes back, time willing. We are now snap chatting a lot though, so that's nice I guess. Anyway, thanks everyone for the advice!
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2016.01.08 04:28 originalfibber My Last Lie

As a child I lied a lot. I don’t know why, maybe just to appear more interesting. I guess I have always felt that life is pretty mundane and my life in particular was nothing special or noteworthy. I’ve always been drawn to the fantastical, the macabre, the otherworldly. I used to sit up late in the darkness and watch Tales from the Crypt, The Twilight Zone & Are You Afraid of the Dark. My interest in horror meant my lies always had a sinister tint. For example, I lied that I could read Tarot Cards. I used to draw nonsense glyphs on my arms and would act super mysterious if anyone asked what the characters meant. I told other children that I had seen a snake in the long grass near the running track at the back of our school. Looking back now, it was pretty messed up. Then something happened that meant I never told another lie again. This is the story of my last lie.
I was in grade four and our year level had our first camp. My classmates and I were dropped off early to school by our parents, eager and ready for an adventure. After a bus trip that seemed to take forever we finally arrived at camp. It was way out in the bush and consisted of maybe a dozen cabins scattered in a rough, horseshoe shape. The wood cabins were dwarfed by the towering gum trees that surrounded the area. It was hot but the trees provided welcome shade from the mid morning sun. Induction included the usual conventions: meeting the camp staff, teachers explaining the rules, pointing out the toilet block and walking down from the cabin area to the dining hall which was closer to the entryway of the complex. We were also shown our cabins. Each cabin was a simple rectangle with a small porch out the front. Inside was one open room with six beds and some junky, old furniture. I was assigned "Gold Cabin" with four of my friends Emily, Andrea, Lauren and Tania.
We unpacked and rolled out our sleeping bags and carried on like nine year olds do. Then in the afternoon we were rounded up and did craft activities, bush walking and played kick the can. At dusk we were called to dinner in the big dining hall and afterwards made our way back to the cabins to sit around a big fire. I remember how creepy that walk back from the dining hall was. It was an overcast night and even though the adults had torches the surrounding bush was pitch black. My friends were talking and being terribly casual so clearly it didn't bother them, but I remember how uneasy I felt being so far away from everything, surrounded by nothing but wilderness. Tania must've noticed my worried face because she asked me if I was OK. I lied and said I was.
Once we reached the glow of the massive fire I felt better though and listened intently as the camp leaders told stories from the dream time. Soon, it was time for bed and the girls were saying how cool it was that we didn't have a grown up in Gold Cabin. We made a plan to stay up after we were given the lights out order, talk and eat the chips Lauren had smuggled out at dinner. Sure enough after the teacher checked in on us and wished us a goodnight (we all yawned very convincingly) on came the torches and out came the decadent Smiths Chips. I stayed up for a long time but then I must've dozed off.
Now let me explain, I always felt very out of place around my friends. They all seemed prettier, smarter, sportier and cooler than me. I was a bit of a forgotten child at home and didn't get a lot of care. So where my friends were outgoing, bubbly and confident I was a bit awkward, withdrawn and self conscious. I only explain because maybe where other kids would laugh off what happened next, I was utterly humiliated and distraught because I was a bit down on myself to begin with.
It was morning and I could hear the other campers heading to the toilet block. The Gold Cabin girls got their toothbrushes and towels and we started heading to the showers. As we walked when other kids saw me they started laughing. I had no idea why and just sort of sheepishly smiled back. I remember Emily and Andrea stifling laughter behind their hands. I was really confused until we entered the toilet block and I saw my face in the mirror above the sinks. I had black marker all over it. Sharp dashes and lines criss-crossed my face. Emily and Andrea were dying to explain what happened and blurted out that when I fell asleep they put texters in my hands and tickled my face. When I bought my hands up to swat away the tickle I would end up drawing on myself. They apologized through their laughter and said it was just too funny and too easy and I shouldn't have fallen asleep first. I could feel my whole head go hot and tears burned behind my eyes. I turned around and screamed at them how stupid their joke was because I was allergic to some ink (I wasn't) and they could've killed me (they couldn't have). I ran into a toilet cubicle and sat down on the seat and cried. Tania and Lauren asked if I was OK and I asked them to leave me alone. Looking back on it now it was a pretty good prank. That wasn't what upset me. It was that my suspicions were true, I was the odd one out. They all plotted against me and laughed at me because I was different to them. No one would've pulled a prank on Emily. I sat there till I could hear the toilet block was empty and then had a shower. As I furiously scrubbed my face with hot water and a bar of soap a teacher came in and told me to hurry up. I got the texter off but my face was red raw from the scrubbing. That day we had to go visit a sawmill and I was miserable. I didn't talk to my friends and I kept a low profile. I just wanted to go home.
That night at dinner the girls all apologized and it seemed a bit more sincere after my day long sulk session. I accepted their apology and we made up as it was the last night of camp and we should be having fun instead of being angry at each other (why anyone was angry at me I couldn't work out). Then I told them that I just went to sleep early last night because I knew about the legend. They prodded me about the "legend" and I reluctantly told them that my brother had attended this camp a couple of years ago (true) and there was a story about Gold Cabin (lie). It went that our camp used to be a settlement area for the men that worked at the Sawmill in the 1930s. There was a woman Old Meg who lived on the spot where Gold Cabin now stood with her 5 boys. The boys started working at the Sawmill young and Meg would do odd jobs around the settlement to make money while her boys were at the mill. Anyway Old Meg was cursed. Her husband had died years ago from illness but then her boys started dropping dead. In the space of a year all 5 sons met violent horrible deaths, not one of them reaching 16. A couple died in accidents at the mill where they fell into machinery and got sliced/crunched up, another one got kicked in the head by horse, one got stabbed in the neck one night after work by a vagrant and the youngest (her favorite) died in his bed. Old Meg now mad from the sorrow of losing all she loved, smothered the youngest son one night because she knew something awful would come of him and in her madness, thought going by her hand, peaceful in the night was a better fate.
My friends listened intently to every word of my tale when I dropped the ending on them. "And the legend is that now Gold Cabin is haunted by the ghost of Old Meg stuck in a loop, replaying that tragic night with her youngest boy. While campers should be sleeping she creeps into the room and hovers over the bed of some poor kid. If you keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound, she will think you are dead and move on. BUT, if you are awake, if you open your eyes, or if you make a single peep she will lunge down at you. You will look into her horrid twisted face and see all her sorrow and all her anger and you will be driven mad or die of fright". I told them that a few kids over the years had been found dead in Gold Cabin and it was chalked up to heart attacks or aneurysms so the place could stay open, but the legend told the true story of how they died.
It was time to walk back from the dining hall like we had done the previous night and I could tell the girls were nervous. I was loving it. Tania suddenly grabbed my arm and pointed into the trees. "What was that?" she asked. "What was what?" I replied. She said she saw something move out in the trees. I knew that she was on edge from my story and that the dark was messing with her like it did to me the prior evening. So I said in my coolest voice "Pssh nothing, you're just scared". She nervously smiled back at me.
That night in the cabins everyone got straight into bed. The girls talked a little bit just to pretend they weren't frightened by my story but I could tell they were. And soon we all fell asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I looked down around me and the moonlight filtering through the flimsy curtains showed the room pretty clearly. All the girls were asleep. Here, I had a brilliant idea. I would go to the toilet and then creep back wearing my black hoodie. I'd sidle up to Emily's bed and stand over her. Maybe prod her a bit to wake her up and then scare the ever loving shit out of her. It would be great if the other girls saw me and thought I was Old Meg too. Oh man, this was going to be great revenge and then the next day I could laugh and say it was just too funny and too easy and they shouldn't have fallen asleep first. I carefully slid out of bed, found my hoodie, a torch and made my way out of the cabin. I was so happy that I was quiet enough to not wake the girls. I ran to the toilet block because honestly, it was a bit scary out there in the night all by myself.
After I relieved myself and practiced my scariest face in the mirror, I exited the toilets and started back towards the cabin. I kept the torch off in case it shone through any windows potentially waking someone. After my eyes adjusted it really wasn't so bad out in the night, under the gums all alone. I could see pretty well because of the full moon and without the torch on had much better peripheral vision. Thinking this as I walked I looked up at Gold Cabin and saw the door close. Shit! Someone was awake! Or maybe a teacher was checking in? I didn't see anyone else in the toilets or walking around outside. Whoever it was must've been entering the cabin and I just missed them. Or maybe I left the door ajar and one of the girls had woken, seen it open and closed it? I stood frozen for a moment thinking of my next move. I decided that through the crappy curtains I should be able to see into the room and work out who was awake from outside the cabin. If everything looked settled again and it was just one of my friends closing the door I could wait 10 minutes for them to fall asleep again and go through with my plan. I'd come this far hadn't I? The window on the far side of the cabin had a big metal box just to the left of it (I think it must of been covering plumbing pipes, or power cables or something). I could jump up on that because without the porch that ran along the face of the cabin I wouldn't be able to reach the window. It also meant if it was teacher, I wouldn't get caught as they came back out the front door.
I crept across the field and ducked around the outside of the wooden building. I was now around the back of our little house and behind me was bush. I shimmied up the side of the metal box as quietly as possible, stood on my tiptoes and leaned carefully to my right hugging the wall to line my face up to the window. There was a small gap between the curtains and the sill so I had a clear view into the room. Although the limited light meant I had to wait a moment for my eyes to adjust and my brain to piece together the shapes of the interior. I could see our beds, bags and the lumpy outlines of my friends under their covers. I also saw a black shape by Emily's bed that I couldn't recognize. I squinted my eyes, trying to make it out. In the space of seconds this is what flew through my mind. It was definitely a person and was far too tall to be one my friends. It was wearing black and had a long, dark pony tail down its back. It was turned away from me so I couldn't see it's face but I knew it wasn't any of my teachers or any of the camp leaders I had met. I was certain I did not know this person. This person who was just standing there, over Emily's bed looking down at her. Terror jolted through my body and in that instant I knew. It was Old Meg.
As a lover all things horror I had been scared before. A couple of movies even made me cry and close my eyes I was so scared. But nothing had ever, nor would ever feel the same as the undiluted fear that gripped me in that moment. Some thing was in that room where it shouldn't be. My mouth hung open but I couldn't scream. Short, ragged breaths shot in and out of my lungs and my heart beat so fast that my chest hammered the wooden wall pressed against it. Every single hair on my body was standing on end and somehow I was unbearably hot and cold all at once. And I couldn't move. I couldn't force my wide eyes away from that form.
I watched as it bent down and covered Emily. I could see her legs thrash wildly and the dark figure's arm sort of jerked close to her for a moment. If I hadn't already emptied my bladder I would've wet myself in that moment. Another second of struggling and Emily's legs stopped moving. Old Meg straightened and began to turn towards one of the other beds, one in my direction. My stomach dropped so hard and fast it felt like the moment you fall on a rollercoaster. I'm sure the force of it was what pulled me down out view. I sat on the metal box for a moment. Where I couldn't move before, now all I wanted to do was run. I jumped off the metal box and landed in the dirt. I scanned the trees ahead. Did I bolt into their cover? What if Meg saw me escaping? I looked down and noticed there was a small gap between the bottom of the cabin and the ground. I could squeeze into the space and hide. I hit the deck and wiggled under. There were stones and sharp sticks that rubbed against my belly, arms and legs but I barely noticed them. I crawled as silently and as quickly as possible until I was in as far as I could go. I was facing the way of the porch. As the Adrenalin screaming through my body eased off under the safety of cover I felt more present. No way it was Old Meg. I made it up! I lied! It wasn't possible! The thump of my heartbeat in my ears lessened and I could hear the floor creaking above me. I looked up and could see the wooden boards and thought this is all that is separating me from it. What was happening in that room? What was happening to my friends? I closed me eyes and put my hands over my ears and cried silently into the dirt. Why did I lie? Why hadn't I run for help? I could still go get help, I could outrun it! I could scream! But I didn't. I was a coward. A lying coward. I don't know how long I lay there for with that voice repeating over and over in my head "lying coward". It was like that was all there was in the world and it would never stop, those two words were an all consuming truth and my only reality. Ahead I heard movement and the sound of hinges squeaking as the front door opened. Holy shit. My eyes pierced ahead of me waiting to see a face drop down at any moment. A horrible, twisted face, the face of death, the last face I would ever see. Instead I saw two feet in men's work boots. I watched as they cautiously moved around the perimeter of the cabin. I twisted my head around following them until I couldn't see them anymore. I was expecting cold hands to wrap around my ankles at any time and I'd be done. But nothing happened, it was gone.
I don't remember what happened after that. I probably fainted or just "checked out" for a while. Then I heard a woman screaming. More cries and wailing. Sunlight beaming through the gap ahead of me. I could see feet shuffling near the porch. Could hear the floorboards above being pounded by frantic feet. People calling my name. Sirens. Eventually someone looked under the cabin and saw me there like a trapped animal and pulled me out. Everything following was a haze. I was taken to hospital, I was questioned many times, I stayed home from school for a couple of weeks. My siblings treated me like I was a china plate that would break at any moment and my mother frowned a permanent line in her forehead from all the worried looks she gave me.
We learned from the investigation that followed that my four friends Emily, Andrea, Lauren and Tania were murdered that night in the cabin. Security cameras near the dining hall revealed that a man had entered the camp and loitered for a while in the trees. Watching. Waiting. He wore all black, had a black stocking over his head and wore work boots. He entered Gold Cabin and strangled each girl, one at a time in their beds before leaving through the bush where he ran on foot for some time before driving off in an old ute.
I think about my poor friends lying there with that man hurting them. People asked why none of them screamed or struggled too much. But I know why. It was because of that stupid story I told them. They kept their eyes closed tight while he wrapped his big hands around their necks and stole their last breaths. I imagine their fear in those moments and it physically hurts. What if any one of them had of screamed? I never told the police the story of Old Meg. They knew I went to the toilet before it happened. They knew I saw something terrifying and hid and that's why I survived. As the case grew cold they asked many times if I saw him and could explain what he looked like. If I had seen him my description could help them catch him and he would be punished for what he did.
This is the last lie I ever told but it is the same one I tell myself everyday. I tell myself that on that night, in the moment I ducked away from the window I didn't see him as he turned towards me. That I moved away too fast. I tell myself that my eyes didn't look straight into his. That I didn't see his lip curl into a smile and watch as he lifted an index finger up to his mouth. Pressing it there, warning me to stay silent. But a horrible truth burns deep down inside me and it is one that I can never forget. I know it every time I close my eyes to sleep. The truth is it's not the made up face of a ghostly old woman I see every night in my dreams. Old Meg does not haunt me. But he does. A stocking pulled back over his head as he gestures directly to me "hush". I lie. I can still help them, but I'm a lying coward. I saw his face.
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2014.10.04 23:41 elitedevil1988 Girls wants to hang out after months of no contact

So I worked with a girl over the summer. We had great chemistry and everyone thought we were great together.After work ended, she went back to her city and I went back to mine. We immediately started texting back and forth. She was a slow texter, but she said she was bad at texting from the get-go. She then drove a few hours to see me and we hooked up. I then drove to see her, had what I thought was a fantastic date (she enjoys longboarding so we boarded around her campus, went for a walk through the woods down a trail, took her out to a nice place to eat, watched the sunset on the beach) and we ended up having sex again that night and I stayed over. Anytime I was around this girl, we could talk for literally 8+ hours about anything and everything. Anywho, school started back and I noticed that her texting was getting more sporadic and she only texted me late at night and it took forever for her to text back. I then texted her about an internship I was offered in a major we both share and then nothing. She had previously told me she was a horrible texter and was busy (two jobs and school). I found this amusing since I'm extremely busy, but I have no problem texting someone back in at least a span of 24 hours. I figured she was just looking for sex and I read the situation completely wrong (I thought she was more into me). She seemed so genuine and nice, unlike many girls Ive been with. Fast forward to a month and a half later, she texts me at 1 in the morning apologizing profusely saying once again she's a horrible texter, but this time it's been much worse. She asked if it was okay with me to see me when she came to my college for a tournament of hers and then said she wanted to see me sooner. She said she thought about me everyday and blah, blah, blah. I really liked her, but I moved on. She tried picking up where I left off in the last text, but I just ignored all of that and said "who is this? Katie right? [[[her name is not katie]]]] haha yeah I found it weird when you didn't text me back, but I figured you were busy or something. Definitely come down. I miss ya". I wanted to bust her balls a little, although I could have been really rude and say "so wait, you thought about me every day, yet you couldn't fire off a 30 second text?". I kept the text short and light-hearted because what do I have to lose? It's been 3 days and she's yet to text back anything (which I find kinda funny).
Here's my question: Why would a girl do this? I put no pressure on her whatsoever and I'm not acting like I'm at her top priority list, but it's simply rude to not text someone back after a month and try and pick up the conversation. Is she just keeping me on the back-burner? I do not believe for one second she's a "bad texter" to the point she just doesn't text back for months. Like I said, she apologized up and down about it and made plans to hang out, but it's weird how we could've skipped all of this if she had just kept in touch. I feel like I'm being very cool-headed about this because I have nothing to lose really and sex to gain (possibly, who knows at this point). The last girl I was with for four months left me because she felt like she was falling for me too hard and was "scared" and did the same thing: texted me months later apologizing and flirting with me (only she had a boyfriend so I cut that off real quick). I'm on a WTF streak with women right now. :(
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2014.06.15 07:56 mo0o0dy Addiction

Addiction is a powerful thing that effects everyone around us. It doesn't matter if you believe that you are the strongest person in existence, addiction still has its grasps on you. Addictions can be blatantly obvious and simple such as needing to smoke cigarettes, having to crack your fingers or neck, or always drinking sodas. Then there are the hidden, darker, deeper addictions that haunt those who are cursed by them. People can be addicted to self-harm, wanting to have power, and even bringing pain to others.
Everyone suffers from addiction, but everyone deals with it in different ways. I believe that there are 3 types of people in this world that deal with this burden and the way they deal with it tells a lot about them. First, and the most common type, are those that deny it and lie to themselves that addiction does not have its fingers around their throat. These people disgust me. They are the weakest, and most ignorant form of beings that walk this earth. Next is the group that understands their addictions but fear them. These people do not accept it and it leads to an inevitable downward spiral that consumes them. It changes their being into a sad version of their former self, and these people will never make anything of themselves, cursed to living a life of fear. Finally, the last group are the most powerful, influential, and successful people that you come across. This last group of people accept their addictions, they live off of them, and through this acceptance they are capable of tapping into their fullest potential and are capable of changing the world simply because nothing is holding them back. This rare group of people turn their weakness into a strength. And now...on to my story.
I have never been a person that believed in the supernatural. I have always been a logical person, majoring in biomedical science in my college and minoring in genetics, I have always been a realist. The thought of ghosts, demons, possessions, and all of that jazz always interested me, but I never truly believed in any of that. Until halfway through the first semester of my freshman year at college.
Things were getting pretty stressful for me through all of my studies and involving myself in too many organizations. I walked into my dorm room one night exhausted from studying, my eyes steadily closing no matter how hard that I tried to force them open. I ended up succumbing to the feeling of a good nights rest so I collapsed with my clothes still on right on my futon. I couldn't even make it to my bed. And this is when my life changed forever. I had a dream of me laying on my futon, fully dressed in the same clothes that I fell asleep in. Then, I began tightening my jaw as hard as I could. I could feel the pressure building up in my mouth and in the muscles of my jaw. I could feel the roots of my teeth begin to scream in pain. As much as I tried to open my mouth it kept on tightening. When it seemed like the pressure wouldn't increase anymore, my jaw started moving side to side. Then pain. I could feel every single bit of it. One of my right molars began to take all of the pressure and every shift of my jaw made it move side to side. The grinding. The pressure. The blood. I could taste that all too familiar taste of blood in my mouth. That tooth was ripped out of my gums against its will and it felt all too real. And then...I woke up.
Covered in sweat I frantically felt my mouth with my tongue and to my relief the tooth was still intact. I gasped a sigh of relief and I glanced over to my phone. My cousin had texted me asking if I was going to be at Thanksgiving this year. Jake was by far my closest cousin in my gigantic family so he knew I was incredibly busy with my schoolwork. I responded to him saying of course I would be there and he responded, "great! I can't wait to see you!". I smiled a little bit and put my phone away while I got ready for the day.
That dream really got me wondering though. I was currently taking psychology and we were studying dreams and what they meant. So naturally I logged on to good old Google and searched "Teeth falling out in dreams." Almost every result said on the same lines that it meant I was stressed or dealing with some sort of change. This made perfect sense because I was in my first semester of college so both results related to me. I then decided to shrug it off and forget about it.
I went on with the day and went to my first class. The large lecture room was completely full and I sat in the front row. Then my phone vibrated so I had to sneakily look at what it was about. It was a call from my mom so I responded to her with a text "in class I'll call you after." She texted back almost instantly and to this day that text still makes my blood run cold. "Call me now. It's about Jake." I sat there staring at my phone not knowing what was going on. I walked out of class leaving everything at my desk besides my phone and immediately called my mom back. She was in tears. "Son...I don't know what happened. Jake. He...he drove to the fire station right by his house. He walked inside the open doors and stood like a zombie in front of the firemen. They said he seemed to have no life in his eyes. He pulled out his fathers gun and killed himself. He shot himself directly in his chest. When they ran to his side they said he was staring right through them looking towards the sky. He passed away right then and there, they couldn't do anything for him...honey...Jake is dead." The whole world stopped. I just spoke to him this morning and he seemed perfectly fine. He was his normal self. How could he do this? To himself? To me? To our family? He left no note, I attended the funeral, and then went back to school. I was not the same for a little while, but being away at school helped me get over this event faster than everyone else in our family. Then finals came around.
I was sitting at the library studying with one of my best friends, Matt. We were cramming for our microbiology exam the next day. This was his last final, that lucky kid. I still had another exam the day after. He would be going home right after our exam but I had to stay an extra day. I started to get drowsy because I have been studying for several hours. I told Matt I needed to take a quick power nap and asked him to wake me up in 30 minutes. He said ok so I laid my head down. Then I began to dream.
I was driving down a dark road. The only lights in sight were my headlights. Then it began again. That pressure, the tightening, the muscles of my jaw clenching tighter and tighter. Just like last time, I couldn't stop it. The grinding followed and I winced in pain, it was unbearable. Blood began dripping down my mouth as I ripped out my right canine tooth against my will. The blood filled my mouth and then I began shaking forcefully. I woke up to Matt shaking my entire body telling me to wake my ass up and get back to studying. I was short of breath and felt around my mouth but my tooth was still there. It seemed so...real. I told him thanks and went back to studying. The rest of the night was uneventful.
We woke up the next day, took our exams, and he left for home. He tried to brag to me about how he was going to be partying all night long since he knew I had one more exam left. He was being his usual jerkhole self. I told him "Don't get too wasted! Cause you'll be partying with me when I get back tomorrow." "Don't you know who you're talking to?" He replied with that stupid smirk he always gives me when he's trying to be a dick. Then he drove away telling me not to study myself to death.
I texted Matt that night asking him how the night was going during one of my study breaks. I always get a little nervous whenever he drinks because he tends to never know his own limitations and gets seriously plastered almost every time he comes around alcohol. His response made me give a sigh of relief. "No one else would be the DD so I had to fill the role. Looks like I'll be babysitting the drunkards tonight." I left it at that and went back to studying.
The next morning I texted Matt asking how the night turned out but I didn't get a response. I don't know what I was expecting, it was 8am after all. My final exam was in organic chemistry with one of my childhood friends, Torie, who was also Matt's girlfriend. It made me sick to my stomach how perfect they were for each other. I asked her if she had gotten any texts from Matt. "No the last text I got from him was last night. He wouldn't stop complaining to me about how much he hated being the designated driver. Then he just stopped responding. But that's totally like that kid, he's always been a shitty texter."
We took the exam and Torie finished before me. She was basically a genius and always put Matt and I to shame whenever we got our grades back. She was waiting outside the lecture hall and I assumed she was waiting for me. Then I could see she was talking on the phone with someone and she was crying. Not crying, sobbing. As I got closer to her she turned to me and I will never forget the look on her face. She looked defeated, like her very soul had been ripped to shreds. Whenever she made eye contact with me through all of her tears and running makeup she began to cry even harder. She dropped her phone and ran to me. She threw her arms around my neck and began sobbing into my chest. I was so confused, but I wrapped my arms around one of my closest friends and held her. She looked up to me and tried to say some words but it was muffled by tears and chokingsounds. She buried her face in my chest again and it was a solid 2 minutes before she had the ability to form functional words, and then she said something to me. You know that feeling when you're riding a roller coaster and you hit a drop where it feels like your stomach fell out of your body? I felt that tenfold. "Matt's dead! He got into a car accident and hit a tree! The cops are saying it was a drunk driving accident!" She was yelling these words at me know. Time froze still. My best friend in the entire world was gone. We stood there for what seemed like a lifetime holding each other and crying, seeking comfort. Then it hit me. "Wait...no. No. That's impossible! He told us both he was the designated driver that night! He would never lie to both of us about something as serious about that! This can't be true!" I pulled away from her and stormed away. The anger was slowly replacing the sadness as I continued walking. I took out my phone and called Chris, one of our friends who I know was with Matt that night. He answered and he shakily said "h..hello?" "Chris! What the hell happened last night?! Torie just told me what happened, but drunk driving?! He was the DD, he told me! What happened to Matt!" There was a long pause. I thought we had been disconnected but the signal was still there. His response was all too familiar to me. "Everything was going fine. We were leaving the last party and Matt got behind the wheel. We were all joking around and talking about the night. Then the smile began to just...disappear from his face. He started staring at the road and completely stopped talking. I was beginning to get freaked out so I asked him what was up. Then he turned to look at me. Oh god...man...whatever looked at me wasn't Matt. I mean, it was Matt's face, but he wasn't there! His eyes were empty and he just stared at me without making any emotions whatsoever. I was starting to get scared at him staring at me as he reached down and unbuckled his seatbelt. I told him to put it back on but he didn't listen! I tried man I really did! The next thing I knew my body was being propelled forward and my seatbelt snagged me forcing me to lose my breath. But Matt didn't stop. He flew through the windshield shattering it and hit the tree head first. I can't get that image out of my head! I watched Matt die and I couldn't do anything about it!" I hung up the phone. His description of Matt during his final moments was exactly like Jake's right before he shot himself. What the hell was going on? My head was spinning and I began to feel dizzy. I passed out in front of the lecture hall. I woke up to my friend Alex poking my face. He asked me what was going on but I didn't want to tell him everything that has happening. He didn't know my cousin or Matt. I told him I was fine and started walking away. He followed me persisting me to tell him what was going on with me. I just told him I've been having weird dreams lately so I haven't been getting much sleep. "Woah! What kind of dreams have you been having?! I love figuring out deeper meanings to shit like that! Come on man! Spill!" His face was way too excited for me at the time. It kind of made me angry towards him. I shook it off and told him about how I have been ripping my own teeth out during my dreams but I thought that is was just because I was stressed. His face lost that giddy smile. He turned serious and I heard him mutter "oh shit.." under his breath. Alex is Hispanic just so you will be able to understand what he said next. "My people believe that whenever someone has that nightmare, it is a sign of warning. That something terrible is going to happen and people will get hurt. How long have you been having these nightmares?" He looked concerned. I stood there for a little while and walked away from him. There's no way that my dreams foretold people dying. Those people weren't even in my drea..... But they were the first people that I made contact with after each one. I had the dream then I texted Jake, I had the dream and then I talked to Matt. "Stop it you're being crazy" I told myself. "There's no way that could be related. You're being stupid." Then that night, I dreamt it again. I ripped out my own tooth and I woke up terrified. I quickly turned my phone over and sat there staring at the wall. But I had to figure out if this was related. I had to prove that my dreams didn't kill Jake and Matt. So I picked up my phone and unlocked it. I scrolled through my contacts and my eyes fell upon Amanda's. She was my ex-girlfriend and cheated on me with this guy at a rave. I clicked on her name and she picked up. "Well isn't this a nice surprise? I haven't heard from you in forever" she said upon answering her phone. I sat there speechless not knowing if I should test these waters of which I knew nothing about. Something came over me and I felt a rush. Her fate was in my hands if all of this was true. "I must have misdialed. I'm sorry, Amanda." I hung up. That night on the evening news there was a story about a robbery in my home town. When I saw the house come into the shot I instantly recognized it. It was Amanda's. Everyone in the house was murdered during the robbery. Except for Amanda, she was nowhere to be found. I got a sudden feeling of relief knowing that I didn't kill my cousin and my best friend. She wasn't found! She must be alive! I turned my attention back to the live broadcast and saw that the camera wasn't focused on the entire home anymore, but on someone sitting in the second story window. It was Amanda. The news team seemed excited that they found the missing girl that they continued rolling. They were too absorbed with the fact that the girl survived the robbery that they didn't notice her leaning off of the window plummeting to the ground head first, breaking her neck. The broadcast cut away immediately.
It has been 3 years now since this all began. I graduated college and got my degree. I'm starting my life and I couldn't be more happy. I am going to be successful. I will be influential. I will do great things.
I continued having the dreams. They never stopped. I denied it at first, creating a false sense of security and I was living in a lie. Then I began hating it and hating myself for it. I never felt so weak. I spiraled downward and almost ended my own life. And then...and then I accepted it. I will feed off of this. I will turn this to my advantage in life. It was then that I realized that I liked it. I held the world in my hand and no one can stop me from what I want to do. Killing people one by one became easier and easier, to the point where when I went through periods of not having my dream I would seem to go through withdrawals. And when I have them I wake up ecstatic. "Who will feed me today?!" I would say to myself. And now here I am talking to all of you, telling you my story. But there is one thing I should have told you from the moment you began reading this. I just woke up from a nap. I had the dream. I'm sorry, but I need to feed my addiction now. It's nothing personal, and you should feel honored.
I will do great things.
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2013.12.30 22:26 TomMelee Wanted to share two profiles I use every day. Spam callers and location based texting.

Hi. Neither of these are difficult.
Spam Callers. Create a contact called SPAM. Every caller who calls you whom you never want to speak with, add them to SPAM. Telemarketers, bill collectors, whatever.
Now, create a task. Event > Phone Ringing > Caller > SPAM, priority normal.
This is the genius part. Most apps just reject the call. That's no good because they'll leave you voice mail.
The task has several bits:
  1. Take Call
  2. Wait 0,1,0,0
  3. Type 1, 1 (This is because I use google voice and it makes me press 1 when I answer super fast. Ignore this step and step 4 if you don't use google voice.)
  4. Wait 0,1,0,0
  5. End Call
So it answers the call, waits 1 second (faster than they can connect to an operator usually), and then it dials 1 if necessary, and then it hangs up. They can't leave a message and for the most part they can't even tell if the call completed. Still shows up in the missed calls.
Location Based Texting I commute most days to work with my SO. I also pick her up usually. Depending on traffic, it sometimes takes me 10 minutes and it sometimes takes me 30, and I dislike waiting for her forever and I can't use the phone while I'm driving. Here's my solution. Note that I fire THREE texts because occasionally tasker misses one or two. Rarely, but sometimes. Just repeat as necessary for however many you want to send.
  1. Context > Location. This one...man, it's not intuitive. Zoom around until you find where you want to fire the text. I had to fiddle with the range a LOT. I think I actually have it set to 300M now. Center it on a stopsign, traffic light, etc. Do NOT set it in the middle of the intersection, for some reason it doesn't work well if you're really truckin'. You have to long press on the location to set the flag.
  2. Context > Time. Set your range. Since you're using active GPS, this task will eat your battery if you leave it on all day. I set it for the 30 minute window I'm most likely to be passing through.
  3. Context > Days of the week. Pretty obvious. I pick her up 3 days a week, if you need M-F, set it that way.
  4. Action > Text > Send SMS to number, with message. I say something like "Passing through X, be there in about 8 minutes, this is an automated message." I don't check for it to show up in my app because I use Textra and it doesn't work there anyway. Add one more action to this one---Play Ringtone. Use notification channel, use the sound of your choice. this way you'll know for sure that it's fired. I used to use a popup, that's no good. You can do both.
I repeat that twice more at different locations closer. The last one says "At the 4 way stop, almost there!"
Now, granted, you need to have GPS on for this one. Mine's always on because the battery bug is gone since ICS, you only use battery w/ gps on if it's actively searching for it. I also use a ZeroLemon 7000, so battery isn't ever an issue.
Hope either of these helps you! SPAM is awesome, just know that you'll get ~.25 seconds of your ringtone playing, as long as it takes for the phone to recognize that it is indeed SPAM calling you.
Edit: The GPS texter almost busted me on her birthday. We threw her a surprise party and she thought I was out of town. I went to the store near her work during that time window and it sent her a text. I played it off like my phone was malfunctioning.
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2013.05.28 05:19 tropical_rabbit Late Night at Work

This just happened to me earlier today...I'm still hoping I somehow imagined it all.
The day started out like any other day, I grabbed my coffee and drove to work with the morons on their phones driving five miles per hour below the speed limit, the texters texting away as they drifted across multiple lanes, and the self-important assholes weaving through traffic in their Audis and Beamers. Maybe it was the stress of the daily commute or the long hours at work each day. Perhaps it was an aneurysm or other neurological defect that caused this...this disturbance.
I was sitting in my office with the door closed trying to get caught up on my work paper review. I'm an audit manager for a small manufacturing company and work papers are the method for documenting audit testing. I played some music on my phone to help pass the time; the typos and grammatical errors really get to me sometimes and the music usually has a calming effect on me.
But seriously, do these people even look at this shit before turning it in to me; affect instead of effect, misspellings galore, mixing past and present tense, etc. And I thought auditors were supposed to have great attention to detail.
Sorry, I guess I should get back to the point of the story. As I stated, I was listening to some music on my phone with my door closed. I remember clearly that it was around lunch time and hearing and silently singing along to one of my favorite songs..."and is it true it's always happy hour here...cause if it is I'd like to stay awhile."
The next thing I know, my lights were off and it was pitch black in my office. My laptop must have hibernated and the motion sensors hadn't detected movement for at least half an hour. I quickly waved my arms and light flooded the room, temporarily blinding me. My door was still closed and I couldn't hear a sound, which is very odd, as the woman in the office next to me apparantly thinks people stand at least twenty feet away from their phone when they talk to her. It makes me cringe everytime I hear her pick up the phone and begin her shouting. I mean, for fuck's sake, when you are talking into a phone you are literally talking directly into someone's ear.
Anyway, after my eyes adjusted to the light, which took a long time so I'm not quite sure how long I was sitting in the dark, I looked around trying to gather my bearings and figure out what was going on. I glanced over at my (fake) gold trimmed clock, my gift for ten years of service to the company, and saw that it was 2:00...there is no a.m. or p.m. on the clock. The time didn't make sense, last I checked it was just before noon and judging by the dead silence, there is no way it could be 2:00 p.m. That had to mean it was 2:00 am, but if that was true, where the hell did those 14 hours go?
I reached for my cell phone to verify the time, expecting missed calls and voicemails from my wife wondering where the hell I was. I always beat her home from work and relieve the babysitters from watching my three kids so she must be worried sick. The battery was dead, but I remember it showing ninety percent last I checked. I picked up my work phone, no dial tone. This was getting weirder by the minute; I needed to figure out what was going on.
I walked out of my office into the dark cubicle farm. The exit signs and fire alarm lights cast an eerie glow over the various knicknacks, pictures of loved ones, and certificates of excellence adorning the work areas in this windowless area of the building. Shadows lept out at me and I swear I heard faint scurrying noises as I navigated the maze of cubicle walls looking for the light switches. The further I travelled from my office, the darker it got and the faster my heart started beating.
I made it to the entrance to my wing of the building and raised my hand to flip on the lights when a slight movement caught my eye through the secured glass entry doors standing between me and the atrium. The moonlight shone through the greenhouse-like glass walls of the atrium just enough for me to glimpse the thing walking past the reception desk. I instantly froze and held my breath trying to comprehend what I was looking at.
It was about five feet tall at its current posture with two appendages hanging to the floor and its back arched unnaturally, beyond the capabilities of a normal spine, causing its chest to point up toward the ceiling. The neck looked muscular and curved upwardly allowing its head to rest above its chest. It moved slowly yet purposefully across the floor as if searching for something. I couldn't make out any further details of the creature, however, my imagination from years of reading horror novels painted a ghastly picture of razor sharp teeth and three inch claws designed to eviscerate bone. I shuddered and wished I had gotten a better view to prevent my active mind from filling in more details.
I lowered my hand away from the light switches, preferring to stay in the dark at that moment. The thing continued on its path past my line of sight, thankfully, oblivious to my presence behind the doors. I slowly exhaled and began to turn back toward my office. My stomach dropped as I realized the light in my office was no longer on. It had only been a couple minutes since I left; not even close to enough time for the lights to automatically turn off.
I began to contemplate my next move when a scream nearly erupted from my throat as the scurrying I heard earlier was confirmed by new noises coming from the far east side of the floor. This time it was followed by a loud crash, which obliterated the silence that had previously permeated through the building. If that monstrosity in the atrium had ears, surely it had heard the noise.
I quickened my pace back to my office, which thankfully was on the west side of the floor away from the sound of the crash. Just as I entered, the sound of shattering glass filled my ears. Again my mind filled in the details of what my eyes didn't witness, and it wasn't a pretty picture. The lights didn't turn on when I walked through my door so I assumed the electricity was now out. I slowly and silently closed my door and then carefully felt my way through the darkness to a spot on the floor underneath my desk.
Cubicle walls began crashing to the floor along with computer equipment, telephones, and all of the individualized personal items that reminded people of why they went to work each day. I sat in the dark for what felt like hours, but in reality was most likely only a few minutes, and listened intently as the noises outside my door subsided.
Wanting to get home to make sure my wife and kids were safe, I carefully maneuvered through the darkness and opened the door a crack. As I was about to lean out the door, something small and quick ran across the floor just outside my office. I quickly closed the door in a knee-jerk reaction, resulting in a resounding click of the latch.
I hurried back to my spot under my desk hoping that the noise wasn't loud enough to attract the attention of the beast outside. Before I could finish that thought, I heard heavy footsteps approaching and then stopping outside my door. My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were shaking uncontrollably as I sat helpless in the dark with no place to hide and nothing to defend myself with.
All I could do was wait as I listened for the beast to make its next move. There was silence for a few minutes and then scratching at my door. The razor sharp claws image jumped back in my head. The scratching was slow and deliberate like nails on a chalkboard. Then, one of its claws must have caught the handle because the door slowly began to open. I shut my eyes and held my breath praying to anything that would listen to make this thing go away.
The door pushed open and bumped into the wall, followed by footsteps slowly coming through the entryway. I held as still as possible and refused to open my eyes. The footsteps continued until they were directly in front of me. After what seemed like an eternity, the footsteps began to travel away from my desk.
Then I heard, "He's not here, he must be at a meeting." I opened my eyes and was again temporarily blinded by the light in the room. I crawled out from under my desk and peeked outside my door; lights were on, people were working, and there were no weird monsters waiting to tear me apart. I struggled through the rest of the day as my mind could only focus on the hallucination. Though, it seemed way too real to be just a dream, even a lucid dream.
I went home extremely happy to see my wife and kids. I stayed awake long after putting my kids to bed and my wife falling asleep. I thought typing this out would make me feel better, but now it is 1:30 in the morning and I still can't sleep. I think it has something to do with the rustling I just heard in the bushes outside my house and what sounds like scratching at my back door.
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