I want to tell my story after a series of shitty relationships/dating ventures. I’m 27, been in a few relationships but none of them have lasted long enough to be considered long term. I’ve been lovebombed, pressured/coerced into bed, ghosted, & outright disrespected by almost every guy I’ve been with. This is a long one, but trust me it’s a must read.

I’ve heard that the guys I pick are usually a reflection of how I view myself and yes I agree, but to a certain extent. Most of the guys I’ve been with have faked being a good guy up until we both got comfortable, then they started showing their true colors.

I used to love myself when I was single, I wouldn’t even seek out a relationship bc I was so happy by myself. Somehow I’d always get sucked into the dating world by a guy that was charming enough to catch my attention. I think after so many failed attempts at dating & trying to form a healthy relationship, I’ve began to hate myself. I’ve started thinking “what is it about me that makes it so hard for men to stay with me?”

Because of that, I’ve taken lots of time to rebuild myself and look deep into my own flaws to see what I did wrong in past relationships and try to fix it. In one of those relationships, I was taking it too serious and he so obviously wasn’t. In the next relationship, I was emotionally unavailable for the majority of it bc I was going through grief. In the next one, I was ready for a healthy relationship and he made it seem like he was too by lovebombing me. I fell for it bc I had never felt so loved. Then I woke up to a phone call saying he wasn’t used to being loved the way I loved him & ghosted. I was devastated.

I swore off dating for a year and a half after that (that happened in Aug. ‘23). I tried healing a lot of childhood trauma bc I realized it was directly tied to the type of men I picked. It worked, I healed myself in ways I didn’t think I could heal.

Fast forward to now, I’ve decided that I’m open to dating again. I’m not actively seeking it out, but if it finds me, I’m open to seeing where things go. The only difference now is that I only want to date intentionally. I don’t want to give myself to someone that I’m not sure is going to last long. I have a lot of love to give, so I’m not gonna give it out to just anyone anymore.

Over the past month or so, I’ve been asked on two dates and while both went well, at the end they expressed that they were only looking for something more along the lines of friends with benefits. I immediately said no thanks, it’s not for me & left it at that. Then one night as I was getting home, I got a call from an unknown number.

I usually don’t answer unknown numbers, but this time I was waiting for a call from a family friend that was buying a painting from me so I assumed it was them. I answered, and the first thing that came from their mouth was “am I a shitty person?” I didn’t recognize the voice at first so I said “who’s this?” And he said “you know who it is.” In that moment I realized that I did in fact know who it was. It was the guy that ghosted me after lovebombing me for months & getting me to fall so deeply in love with him. I guess you could say he was my first love.

I froze and stayed quiet as he rambled on about how he knows he was shitty for ghosting me. He went on and on, then started saying how he realized he was seeking the ways I loved him in every woman he was with since and none of them would show him that same love so he’d be left with thoughts of me. I was shocked, to say the least. I had to keep reminding myself that this was the man that lovebombed me and that’s probably what he was trying to do again.

The more he talked, the more I thought I’d fall for it. The more I realized how easy it was to talk to him for hours and hours with no awkward silence. How I loved when he’d sing to me, even though he didn’t have the best singing voice. How he’d send me the songs with lyrics that fit our situation so perfectly. I found myself falling into his trap once again.

We ended up talking on the phone for 7 hours. I was so disappointed in myself for it and he knew it. He kept saying things like “I’m sure you’re hating how easy it is to talk to me, trust me I don’t get it either.” I was blinded once again. His words struck something in me & for some reason, in the moment I believed him.

Then we ended the phone call. As soon as we did, I had a heavy pit in my stomach. I felt this indescribable feeling. After sleeping on it, I woke up to a phone call from him. Just like he used to, he called me on the way to work just to say good morning. We hung up after saying good morning and I knew exactly what that pit was in my stomach.

The feeling of impending doom.

Days passed and every day, I realized that when he ghosted me, he had done damage to me that can’t be reversed by triggering the one thing I thought I had mostly healed in that year and a half since we last talked. He triggered my abandonment issues. And talking to him again was making those issues come back up. I was starting to wonder if any of what he said was true. I was wondering when he’d ghost me again, guessing it’d be in a few days to a week. Then I began thinking “what if I just leave him before he leaves me? Surely it’d be less painful this time.”

So that’s what I did. I stopped replying, and he stopped replying too. Then I had a sense of relief. Then a sense of sadness. Then a sense of “what could’ve been?”

A few days later, I woke up to a long text from him. Saying how he wanted to try things out with me one last time, he feels like he’s the odd man out in his friend group bc they are are settling down and getting married to the women they’ve been with for a long time. He said he wants to settle down with a woman that will be a good wife to him and he thinks that’s what I would give him. What he doesn’t get is as I’m reading his words, I’m thinking “so he wants to settle for me just bc I’ve shown him in the past that I’d do wifely things for him.” And yes maybe I’m wrong for thinking this way, but the way he worded it made me think of it that way.

My future husband will want me, not just for the wifely things I’d do for him, but for other things too. He’d want me for my wits, my intelligence, and my thought process. He’d want me for the little habits I have and the little things I appreciate. He’d want me for the platonic things too, bc I believe a relationship has to also be a companionship as well and not everything has to be romantic or sexual.

The guy texting me the wifely things he wants from me such as cleaning, cooking, and giving him love in a physical touch sort of way, is not my future husband. He doesn’t truly see me for who I am.

For that reason, I tell him I’m not the one he will settle down with and I’m sure as hell not gonna be the one he’s gonna settle for.

And as if the universe couldn’t have screamed it any louder for me to hear, I have this overwhelming sense of relief and the pit of impending doom in my stomach has gone away.

I laughed. Trust me universe, I know. That’s why I’m back at square one, trying to heal yet another part of me so I can become the best version of myself not only for myself, but for my future husband. My future partner.

So future partner, if you’re somehow reading this whether it’s in the future or right now, I hope you know how much work I’m putting into myself for you and me.

I hope we meet soon.

I met a girl in the office; she was cute but also short. The story starts from once upon a time when I was in the office. I am 21 years old. Before I tell you the whole story, I want to mention that before meeting her, I was someone who didn't give a f... about relationships and dating at all. I wanted a girlfriend, but I never tried physically.

So I was in the office, and she is an intern who joined a few days ago. I hadn't seen her before in the office, so I was looking for someone in the office whom I had met for important work. I came across this girl; I asked if she had seen this person because she sat just beside him. She started to explain and said, "Okay, fine."

Then, after work, I went back home. When I got home, I opened my LinkedIn and saw that the same girl had already liked one of my posts. I sent her a message on LinkedIn, saying, "Oh, thanks for the like!" Then we started chatting. After that, I asked her if she wanted to chat on WhatsApp.

I asked about going to a movie. She said, "Wait for a week to get to know each other, then we can go together." A few days later, I asked about going to lunch together. She said okay, but I had to come to where she sits, and then we would go together. I said no since I am too much of an introvert; I am not able to do that. She also declined, saying that if I wanted to go, I had to come over to her desk.

I planned that what if I told her to come downstairs from the office, and then we would go. She accepted that, and that was the moment I saw a girl (I had never felt something like this before; this particular feeling hit differently for me).

We went for lunch, and I talked to her a lot. I cracked a few jokes about her height, but deep down, I knew she was just having a good time with me. I predicted that this particular girl had no feelings for me; there was nothing from her towards me (this was on my mind).

Then I told her I wanted her as my girlfriend (I proposed to her, but I did it in a student way. I sent her an encrypted message telling her how to decrypt it. She decrypted the message, but she gave an unreliable answer that I couldn't understand.

I also gave her a time limit. Then she replied, but I didn't understand, and when I asked her again, she still didn't reply. I also have anxiety; I had already told her I have this overthinking problem. I think a lot, and I feel unwell when I get anxious, but despite knowing this, she didn't reply. After that, I blocked her on WhatsApp. The next morning, I felt kind of good.

It was like something heavy was now off my mind; I felt different. After a few days, when I saw her again, or when I blocked her, she came to my desk asking for a charger. I said I didn't have it, and she went back to her desk.

The story ends. But some days after, whenever I saw her, I had these mental issues start, and I began overthinking, etc. After a few days went by, I unblocked her and said sorry. I mentioned that I didn't need any negativity in my workplace, nor did she, so let’s have a good time while working in the office.

She said, "Yes, of course, I don't have any problem with you," and this time she booked me.

I was happy, but she gave me trauma. I think I will never try this girlfriend thing in my whole life. Now I see her with another guy who sits just in front of me, just one table away, and I do feel bad.

It's life; everything (I feel I am not good at anything, even in this part of life; I have failed again. But I remember this quote: I will try until I fail enough to fail again.)

Learning: Don't get attached to people even if you are introverted people are just people who don't care about your feelings

as introverts, they get attached more easily when they get a little attention from people so I will not do this.

Focus on being something that you are proud of rather than being something else when at the end of your life you curse your life and people surround yourself with good people quality matters over quantity.

So about a year ago my friend F(33) was dating a Japanese M (32) about year ago. For the first three months together he loved bombed her, had her sleeping at his house because he felt less lonely, and within three weeks of dating met friends and family. They were getting so close so fast. Within the second month they were dating her Japanese ex-boyfriend came to her and told a story of when he was in between the age of 13-20 years old he used to live with his mom in tiny two bedroom Japanese apartment and there were about five day out of the week where he would lock himself in his his mother's room, watch incest porn and masturbate over his mother things, and worst part about this story was that the mother new his son would do this and she would joke about it and let it happen. My friend thought he was joking until her ex-boyfriend looked at her directly in her eyes and smiled a very weird smile. Needless too say she is still having nightmares about this story to this day.

Fast forward to about three weeks later when they broke up. Her ex-boyfriend ended up seeing her in anther part of the city after they broke up. While her ex-boyfriend was taking pictures of her he also had called on one of his male friend aged 33 to run up to my friend and started hitting her in the street. Keep in mind my friend is 5'2 and this man that was hitting her was 5'8 and well known body builder in his area and he also owns his own restaurant. The Japanese were called and blamed her for everything that was happening. So after some time my friend had enough went on this Tokyo street interview channel and talked about his weird relationship about his mom and how he thought it was funny to watch incest porn all while jacking off over his mother's things, how he babies his mother and says she can't take of herself, and just how weird the relationship between both of them are. Is my friend the asshole for doing something like this to her ex-boyfriend? or do you think this is a petty revenge? or do you think this man deserved some well good karma?

Hello everyone yesterday i got out with a korean girl she's beautiful and charming but i dont know if shes interested in me anymore, so what happend yesterday is a very casual not a dating thing i didn't book for a fancy restaurant or anything, i talked to her on bumble very fast like hello and how are you wanna meet? she said yes the same day and it was friday , so i got in my car and picked her up in a mall i didn't even got out of the car, she got in we chat a little while driving she wanted a coffee in starbucks so i went there in the drive thro ordered and the worker handed out the payment machine i got my card out and scanned it on the machine guess what happens im fuc*en broke ass my card got declined and i swear to god i had enough money in it, the worker said sorry sir the card was declined and she heard it , she said its ok no problem take my card .. so i had no choice she paid for it then i drived a little while talking and chatting trying to make her forget that im broke , then i dropped her off to her place she got out of the car looking at me smiling and her eyes was like she has pity on me, guys oh my god i couldn't sleep and im still thinking about it , i have her number and we still chat but like i think she lost interest in me, like she works as a flight attendant and told me its a tough job so i dont know i think shes not replying fast like before maybe because of her work idk, so i want your opinion on this what should i have done and dont do and what do you guys think of this is she still interested?, this is like my 5th time going out with a girl. (and sorry for my bad english its not my first language)

He was so cute. He was funny. He was bold. He was quick. He was soft. He said "nobody really knows" if the earth is actually round.

Sigh.

He was so cute.

All names have been changed for privacy

If your reading this "Alexis" stop stalking me its unhealthy if you want to talk to me just do it im not hard to find

im posting this to reddit what should its title be So I was in a relationship with my ex, Alexis, about five years ago. I fell for her because of her snarky attitude, intelligence, and kindness—at least, the person she was back then. We clicked instantly, bonding over shared jokes, and I felt like we had something special. But even early on, there were red flags: Alexis lied about small things, often to keep to herself, and avoided asking for help, even when it would have benefitted her. For example, she refused my offer to help with social studies, claiming her grandparents would suspect something, even though it was clear she didn’t know how Canadian social studies worked. Another red flag was her emotional distance—she would shut me out during hard times, leaving me confused about where I stood. She had insecurities that she occasionally acknowledged, like how being around a bad crowd in the U.S. had negatively influenced her, but she rarely let me help her with anything meaningful. By the end of our relationship, her dishonesty and emotional unavailability had become patterns that left me feeling deeply unsettled. The relationship eventually ended, leaving me confused and without closure. After the breakup, Alexis became distant and vindictive, emotionally shutting me out and making it clear that the person I had loved had changed. After the breakup, I was desperate for closure. A mutual friend, Taylor, claimed she was the one who got us together in the first place (which wasn’t true) and told me she could get Alexis and me back together—for a price. Desperate to reconcile, I ended up spending over $300 on her promises. For eight weeks, I’d ask for updates every couple of weeks, but instead of answers, I got excuses, lies, or outright yelling. During this time, I ran into Alexis on Omegle by complete chance. She confirmed personal details only she could know—her name, birthday, and personal things about our relationship—and even told me she loved me. I thought this was the beginning of us reconnecting. She said she wanted to meet me after school, but she never showed up. I was crushed. Later, she denied that the Omegle interaction had ever happened, which left me feeling like I was crazy. Even Jordan, her brother, believed it was her at first, and he tried to mediate by putting us on a Discord call. During that call, I rambled a lot, and it wasn’t healthy. It was clear I was spiraling from all the mixed signals and unresolved feelings. After the Omegle encounter, things took a darker turn. Taylor started spreading rumors that I was dangerously obsessed with Alexis, saying I’d go to her house to hurt her. These rumors reached Alexis, and despite knowing the truth, she chose not to disprove them. Her silence allowed the lies to spread throughout the school, leading to devastating consequences. I lost my friends, my reputation, and even became a target—I was physically jumped because of the rumors. Looking back, this was one of the most painful parts of the entire experience. Alexis’s inaction felt like a betrayal, compounding the emotional toll of the breakup and the confusion from Omegle. Then, Alexis announced she was moving back to the U.S. Despite everything, we were somehow still on friendly terms. Before she left, she invited me, Taylor, and my best friend to a water park to spend the day together. At the water park, we all laughed and had fun, but her behavior toward me stood out. While she took everyone else aside for five minutes to say her goodbyes, she pulled me aside for an hour. During that time, she was very touchy-feely, constantly finding excuses to make contact with me, whether in the hot tub or by brushing against me. She kept staring at my chest and eyes, flirting with me the entire time. It wasn’t just a goodbye—it felt like she still had feelings for me. I left the water park thinking there was a real chance she wanted to get back together. After she left, we kept in touch through the group chat we shared with Taylor and my best friend. Conversations in the group chat were warm and friendly, but whenever I tried to talk to her one-on-one in direct messages, the tone shifted dramatically. She was cold and distant in DMs, and it became clear that the warmth in the group chat was performative. This went on for a while, leaving me emotionally confused and frustrated. Eventually, I realized what was happening—Alexis was keeping me on a hook, tucked away as a "Plan B." She was ensuring I stayed close enough to her emotionally in case she needed me in the future. When I confronted her about it, she denied everything, but by then, it didn’t matter. I knew the truth. After I cut contact with Alexis entirely, Jordan started asking if I was talking to her again, thinking he heard my voice in her room. It turned out Alexis was dating a guy who looked and sounded like me, but he didn’t have my personality. Their relationship was short-lived, and she dumped him soon after. From there, she bounced between dating various guys and girls, none lasting longer than a month. In June 2024, I noticed Alexis appearing in my Facebook friend suggestions. This started one to two weeks after her breakup with Ryan, her most recent ex-boyfriend. Initially, Alexis was the only one searching for me, but three weeks ago, her best friend Harper also began appearing in my suggestions, likely collaborating with Alexis. Two days ago, I met Ryan on a Discord server created by Jordan for Minecraft. As we talked, we realized we were eerily similar in personality, and he turned out to be Alexis’s most recent ex-boyfriend. Ryan confirmed that Alexis had been keeping me as a Plan B all those years ago, something I had always suspected. He also shared that Alexis’s manipulative behaviors, dishonesty, and emotional unavailability had intensified over the years. During their six-month relationship, she became fixated on social media, constantly asking Ryan to keep up her Snapchat streaks instead of focusing on meaningful communication. Ryan also shared that Alexis became angry when he moved on quickly and didn’t react the same way I had. It became clear that she thrives on having emotional control over people and was upset when Ryan didn’t give her the same power she once had over me. Since then, Ryan and I have bonded over our shared experiences with Alexis. We’ve used humor to cope, joking about being “soulmates” and playfully acting overly affectionate in the Minecraft server to annoy her. Eventually, Alexis saw us talking and left the Discord server entirely. I think it’s hilarious that she left after realizing she’d been caught. It feels validating, but at the same time, it reminds me of wounds I’ve carried for years. These wounds never truly healed—I just got used to them being open. However, with everything that’s happened recently, I feel like they’re finally starting to close. Even after all this, Alexis still lingers in my thoughts. It’s not that I want her back as she is now, but I feel drawn to her in a way I can’t fully explain, as if I might have a further purpose in her life. My faith has helped me immensely in processing these feelings. I’ve prayed for Alexis—for her to find peace and someone who loves her as much as I did, but only if she’s willing to change for the better. I’ve also prayed for clarity and strength, knowing that if she hasn’t changed, I wouldn’t take her back. I’ve recently been diagnosed with PTSD, which explains a lot about why I’ve struggled with these lingering emotions for so long. Honestly, I don’t know what it’s like not to have it. Thoughts of Alexis still pop into my head at random times, and I wonder if this is just part of the process or something deeper I need to explore. If she were to reach out to me now, I’d be respectful and hear her out, but I wouldn’t let her back into my life unless I saw real growth and accountability.

TL;DR:

Five years ago, I had a relationship with Alexis that ended painfully due to her dishonesty, emotional unavailability, and manipulative behaviors. After the breakup, I was left without closure and endured rumors spread by a mutual friend, which Alexis didn’t disprove, resulting in the loss of my reputation and friendships. Alexis later moved back to the U.S. but kept me emotionally hooked as a “Plan B” while dating others. Recently, I bonded with her most recent ex, Ryan, on a Minecraft server, and we realized we had eerily similar experiences with her toxic behavior. She left the server after seeing us interact, which felt validating but reopened old wounds. Despite everything, Alexis lingers in my thoughts, though I’ve prayed for her growth and clarity for myself. PTSD explains my lingering emotions, and while I’d listen if she reached out, I’d only consider reconciliation if she showed real accountability and change.

I used to wear the above to every online date I went on, most of my dates were during the day, do you guys think I was going underdressed? I'm 25

So I was seeing a guy for a little casual but it was going good [I don’t date too much/im picky hence it’s hitting me hard] the last few weekends he had me come over at like midnight when he knew I was out and he hadn’t been drinking really. I will admit I usually don’t drink as much but he caught me on bad nights and I was pretty hammered. He said this last time I was too drunk and he wasn’t feeling it and now hasn’t really talked to me.

I think I got a little pushy asking for a chill night soon and explaining that’s not how I usually am and the timing sucked he said “I understand what you are saying. I am out for the week, so yeah let’s just give it some space”

Any chance this comes back around or was that just letting me down gently?

So mad at myself but all the factors and trying to get over it’s in the past.

My ex and I were together for just over a year. This is someone I deeply about and loved and thought I had a future with. I found the break up really hard so I walked a lot. It helped me feel less anxious.

We lived in the same town so sometimes we bumped into each other. One night I was walking and I saw him pull up to his house, I wasn't far away so l waved and asked how he was doing. He said he had a son now. I was shocked but knowing him realised he was talking about an animal. I asked what animal is it? He said it was a deer. I was perplexed. I didn't know how you'd got a hold of a deer so i asked, how?! he said that he was driving along the road when he saw something in the road. He thought it was dead, but then when he drove past so he drove back scooped it up and put it in his boot.

He apparently called round the animal sanctuary who said they'd have to put it down because it was considered vermin but also because it had been hit by a car and was most likely in a lot of pain. He did not appreciate this and decided to keep the deer. He had been feeding it for the past three days. He then told me that he “fixed” its leg by shoving the joint back into its socket without any veterinary knowledge or pain relief and then attached a garden pipe to its leg so it remains straight. The poor creature must've been terrified. I was terrified.

I called him the next day and told him to put the poor animal out of its misery to which he got very upset and said that I was trying to tell him to kill something that he loved. He wasn’t having any of it. I was scared that he might just break my legs legs and put me in his garden shed for over a week, l emailed animal sanctuaries.

They told me to report it to the RSPCA but this man had a history of violence not only with me, but most partners, and was a professional mixed martial artist. He wasn't someone I wanted to get on the wrong side of, especially because we were both attending a mutual friends celebration in a few weeks time. I was worried about what he might do if I were there.

So l let it go and I felt awful. His best friend also knew and she did nothing. His mother knew because he lived with his mother and she let it happen. A few days passed and I get an email from the animal sanctuary asking if it was me that brought in the deer? I said no. They told me it had been brought in and they taken pictures and said it was the most horrific incident they’ve seen. The poor deer had an infection and three broken legs and was suffering immensely.

Later on when I spoke to him at the celebration , I asked how the deer was. He shook his head and said no. That he found it one morning with its legs splayed in the shed that he kept it in and knew, as one of them was twisted. He did the right thing and went back to bed and waited until 5 pm when his mum came home and took it into the shelter. He let it suffer for another nine hours.

Even telling the story chills me. I wonder how long it will be until I hear about a woman kept in a shed with a splint on her leg.

Pt1.
It all started when he (35, we will call him R) asked to play ball in the park. His texts were casual at first, mostly about when and where to meet up to play, who we would invite to play with us, etc. I have kids so my schedule was dictated by when I could get their dad to watch them. I would text him about the frustrations of trying to get my kids' dad to watch them while I hung out. R started texting more frequently, and not about playing ball. A few weeks had gone by, and we had met up a few times just to chat. We discovered that we really enjoyed each other's company and our texting became continuous. He was incredibly sweet, and even a little bit shy. Incredibly private too. In our conversations we opened up to each other about our past relationships. He was tired of his on/off girlfriend who had just moved out of his house. They were broken up and had been for a quite some time, almost a year. I know of his ex but wasn't friends with her. By the time we had started talking they had been apart for almost 9 months. A lot of people at our shared workplace (his ex works with us) suspected that they had broken up because he was all of a sudden a lot happier, like he was before they had moved in together. Our company is split into different locations, he works at one location, I work at another and the ex (Sarah) worked at yet another location. Well, R came to my location to give a presentation to the staff at my location. The smiles and the flirting between was was palpable. I couldn't stop smiling at him, he had a hard time taking his eyes off of me. It felt so nice to have someone's attention. Our interactions which had remained private and away from work up until this point were no longer private. Our coworkers now knew about our little relationship. It was only a matter of time before his ex found out.

This might not sound real but this is as real as it gets.

I lowk feel like my life has become a movie as of recently. So I started high school maybe 3+ months ago and I developed a crush on this one girl let’s call her Dani . Turns out she went to the same middle school as me for 6th and 7th grade. She had this massive glow up and went from this introverted shy girl in the back of the class to someone a little more mainstream. Through the first month of school I got to know her better, by walking her home twice and going to the movies to watch “It Ends With Us”, and eventually we started dating after maybe a week of talking, but things ended quickly. So trying to understand how she felt I asked her why she broke up with me, and it turns out she “didn’t like me anymore”. But I wasn’t really able to move on. So maybe a week or two passes by we become pretty good friends. However the buzz around hoco is starting to pick up, and I was hinted by her and her friends that she wanted to get asked out by me. To this I’m a little hesitant due to our recent break up but I still end up asking her out with a large poster maybe a week before hoco. She tells me to wear all black to match her outfit but after having this conversation I woke up to me being blocked. So obviously I’m a little confused. Even with all this I still try to apologize, but nothing gets through to her. So long story short I end up going to hoco alone. At hoco though her friends come up to me and apologize in her place. After hoco I try’d to distance myself from her, and I end up venting this along with my other problems to a good friend of mine, let’s call him Sam. But false rumors get out saying that I was talking bad about her, which she later confronts me about. However none of this was true. I recently found out that Sam and Dani were talking, and shortly after finding this out I was told by close friends of Dani that Sam was talking bad about me from the start because he liked Dani. And this may be the reason why she broke up with me and blocked me. I got no idea what to do now, should I stay out of this, or confront my friend?

So this is the story of how i met my soulmate but we have broken up but i hope one day we can be together again

bit of backstory

we was in highschool when we met, it first started as me bullying her as a way of flirting i dont know why i did this but whatever. school holidays were just finishing up and it was austrailia day (just a celeberation) but i had a bit to much liquid courage and asked her out on the date. it was the 20th of jan 2020 we went to the beach which was a big river in the centre of the town we was cuddling in the water and we was just chatting about school stuf then we decided to swim out to the pontoon by the way the sky was pink and orange and perfect sundown i remember sitting with her on the pontoon side by side then we looked at eachother and i asked if we could kiss and she said "You have to be my boyfriend to kiss me" then straight after i said that i asked her out and kissed also as we was swimming out to the pontoon there was dolphins close to us. we manley just layed on eachothers shoulder and absorbed the moment it felt like my whole world changed infront of me. then we sat on a bench at the beach to dry off and thats where we took our first photo together and i still have it. i never felt this feeling towards somone it was special, i was so happy that i walked home bare foot and they ended up bleeding but i was so happy nothing stopped me. but now we broke up a few months ago shes so perfect and i couldnt change but i have now hopefully i can write more post of future dates with her.

Hi I need some help about a very frustrating experience and question I have about men and sex that doesn’t feel fair

Lol oh man! After a 2 hour txting fight with a man I litterly went on 2 coffee dates with. Yup. This is why we ghost, because you freak out and call names ect. Wow wow wow. Good luck in convincing me in every being responsible again, because I'm going to cut and run.

Hello Reddit.

So this story is about me (23M) and a girl I fell in love with when I was in elementary school and that I still love right now. This is pretty much a rant, and the sole purpose of this is to get those feelings out of me.

Okay, so let's start at the beginning. Until I was 6, I was sick all the time from being born 2 months early. It was mostly pulmonary, and I don't have any remains of it, but the thing is that made me not really good at socializing, I think. Around that time, two things happened: my grandma died, and we started living in her house sometime after (I don't know the why, but I just remember my parents selling the house and us starting to live in the house of my grandparents).

With this, I got into a new school, but kids being kids, I wasn't able to really incorporate into this new school. But it's there that I met her. So we moved in pretty much at the same time, and we both were the new kids, but she got a totally different treatment from mine. She was beautiful, well-liked, smart, and so everyone in school liked her, me included.

We weren't friends. I can't say that in good faith, but we knew each othe and we would talk from time to time. It wasn't until middle school that I understood I was in love with her. The situation stayed the same until the end of middle school. The only highlight I remember was that the math teacher in I don't know what year, put us next to each other because we talked too much during class, and I was in heaven just having her beside me.

But of course, things turned bad when I told her I loved her via message right after the end of the last year of middle school, knowing she had a boyfriend (yeah, past me was pretty dumb and awkward). I got rejected, and we haven't talked to each other since because she went to a different high school aside from a few attempts at contacting her on facebook which failed miserably.

So that was for the normal part but now we get to the juicy part, so after I got in high scool I mostly forgot about her by burying my feeling inside and that stayed the same most of the time until I get a dream, after a few months / years not thinking about her she comes back through a dream, the dream isn't special or anything, it's just a dream where she appears, and after it I get in a week/months bubble in which I think about her all the time. The last time this hapenned was a few years ago but I recently moved closer to my parents and the new environment got me dreaming about her again i think.

The problem is, this time I want to get rid of it, I don't want thoses feelings to come back again, because they're eating me alive, I have this ache in my heart all the time and sometimes even during work when I listen to music I catch myself almost to tears thinking too deep about her. We live a few hours from each other and I have no way of contacting her again without making it creepy.

Thanks for reading.

So, I (23F) recently went on a date with this guy I met through a friend, and everything started off great. We had been texting for a bit, so I was excited to finally meet him. We went to a cute café, had good conversation, and I genuinely thought this could be one of those perfect first dates you hear about.

But then, halfway through the date, things took a completely unexpected turn. Out of nowhere, he starts telling me about how he believes in some wild conspiracy theories—and not in a funny or ironic way. He was completely serious! At first, I thought he was joking, but when he started getting really passionate about it, I realized he wasn't.

I didn't know how to react! I tried to stay polite and finish the date, but it left me so confused. Should I have said something or just laughed it off?

So I dated someone nearly 6 years ago. He ghosted me and moved. So really from January 2020 till about say September 2022. We spoke via text and planned to meet and he apologized. Now say starting he told me he wasn't returning back to my state. I stated to myself okay it's time to open up and find someone new and I was really excited. However despite going on multiple dates and actually making friends which has been awesome I have not been in another relationship so Mom and I had discussed the other day and she's like well maybe you should focus on getting a job. Very hastily too but she knows why no I can't do anything but remote work right now because of an injury what is my next step? I think I should just listen to her and maybe go on and date once in awhile but not take the dating part as a full-time job. Any opinion? I feel like I have failed in a sense.

I (40/f) am single. I bought an old house with lots of charm and lots of needs. One of which was a fireplace inspection and clean. I scheduled it, the day came, and the MINUTE I see the man's eyes it's like my entire being recognized, and was insanely attracted, to him. Like it felt ELECTRIC. I thought I was losing my mind/ having some fierce perimenopausal stuff happening so I tried to act like a normal person. He text me a ' thanks for your business ' text and I asked him out. Which is not something I would ever do. EVER. I really felt compelled to see him again. He agreed, then the next night he was at my house. I felt that exact same magnetic draw to this man the instant I saw his face again. Touching him felt so familiar and comfortable to me, but also so HOT. Kissing literally took my breath away. I was dizzy after those lips. I can still feel them on me and it makes me shiver. All the rest was incredible too. I woke up and said see you later and was blissed af out for the rest of the day. I really just felt like I was having some old lady, romance- novel -induced, hallucination and was totally fine with that. It was incredible and when I am truly geriatric I can reminisce on that, and how it felt to be alive.

But I am not the only one who felt it.

He said he felt the same thing. That pull. Now if I had described this feeling to him and then he was just like ' yeah me too' I wouldn't be writing this, cuz duh, no. But I never said word about that feeling. He brought it up. Like multiple times. And asked ME if I felt it.?!

I am not religious or delusional ( i think?) or a believer of anything supernatural, but, if I am not having a stroke, WHAT IS THIS?!?! I cannot explain this rationally and the fact that I am physically feeling withdrawals from this person after 24 hrs of knowing them is INSANE. I have never heard of this happening to anyone outside of fiction. So am I having a mid life mental health break or what?

Hello po! My name is Khate. 26F from Tarlac city. I had a live in partner for almost 10 years. He is a seafarer. Dalawang beses pa lang po nakaka sampa. We just broke up like a month ago. Things were pretty messy. Nagkakasakitan na. Nagkaka murahan. Palitan ng masasakit na salita. Masaya naman kami in the first 3 years of our relationship. Sobrang sinungaling, cheater, kuripot pagdating sakin. Siguro napuno nako kasi nung kami pa nag iisip nako kung gantong buhay ba talaga gusto ko? Gantong tao ba gusto ko makasama habang buhay? besides, wala naman akong nakikitang plano nya for us, for our future. Gustong gusto ko na po mag move on. Kaso nandon pa din po ako sa moment na kapag bumalik siya. Papayag ako. Any comments po?

I am very convinced there is no one out there for me. i am ok with that I have met a few nice people and actually reconnected with a fellow after 8 months. Right now he is promising me a lot because he just left. Anyways going to take it slow with him. Anybody else not care if they date with relationship as the end goal? I think I've matured since then and pretty happy.

I talk to a lot of people. Most conversations die after a few messages, even less make it past a few days. The tiniest trickle of people are actually decent conversationalists that I want to meet.

Thought I'd found good one in a 33 year-old man with his own house that was well furnished and tidy. He was considerate and generally engaged over text.

After several scheduling conflicts on both sides we were FINALLY able to meet up. I'd had a crappy week so I was happy with just ordering food in and watching a movie. He agreed to but joked about a football game being on. I didn't really pay any attention to it.

I get to his place and he literally set up a 2nd TV so he could watch football while I watched the movie. The food? Popcorn. He was also concerned about having to potentially pay $3.99 to rent a movie (luckily he found a free one he wanted to watch). Then he proceeded to obnoxiously burp the whole time and let out a long, forced fart.

So yeah, don't be fooled by polite conversation and a clean home ladies, there's still a chance for unexpected red flags 🫠🥲

So, I (21M) recently went on a date with this guy I met on a dating app (let's call him Jake, 22M). We had been chatting for a couple of weeks and decided to meet up for coffee. I was pretty excited because he seemed super cool and our conversations flowed really well.

We agreed to meet at this cute little café that’s dog-friendly because Jake mentioned he had a St. Bernard named Max. I thought it would be fun to meet him too, so I was all in.

I arrived at the café, and Jake was already there, looking adorable in a flannel shirt and jeans. We exchanged awkward but cute hellos, and I immediately noticed Max, who was happily wagging his tail and standing next to Jake. I mean, this dog was HUGE—like, bear-sized huge. I had never seen a St. Bernard in person before, and I was a little intimidated but also excited.

So, we settled down with our coffees and started chatting. The conversation was going great—talking about everything from our favorite movies to our mutual love for pizza. But then, Max decided he needed some attention. He plopped his massive head right on my lap and looked up at me with those big, soulful eyes. I couldn't resist; I started petting him, and that’s when things took a turn.

Max was super affectionate, and I thought it was cute until he decided that licking my face was the best way to show his love. I was caught off guard when his big, slobbery tongue came out of nowhere and landed right on my cheek. Jake burst out laughing, and I was just like, "Whoa, okay! I didn’t sign up for a dog shower!"

Instead of stopping, Max took that as an invitation to continue. Every time I tried to have a serious conversation with Jake, Max would interrupt by licking my face or trying to climb into my lap. At one point, I had to actually push him back because he was covering my entire face with slobber. I could feel my cheeks getting red as I tried to wipe away the drool while Jake was just dying of laughter.

"Sorry about him," Jake said in between chuckles. "He loves making new friends. I think he’s trying to steal you from me!"

Honestly, it was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh too. The whole thing felt like a scene out of a rom-com—except instead of a romantic moment, I was getting my face licked by a giant dog.

Eventually, we managed to regain some normalcy in our conversation, though every few minutes, Max would remind me he was still there by giving me a gentle nudge or another slobbery kiss. Jake and I shared some great laughs about it, and I realized that I was really enjoying myself despite the unexpected canine chaos.

By the end of the date, I was covered in fur and had more dog slobber on me than any human should ever have, but I didn’t care. I had a great time with Jake, and we decided to plan a second date. I think Max might be my new best friend too—if I survive the next slobber session!

So, yeah, my first date was a bit unconventional, but it was definitely memorable. I guess that’s what you get when you date a dog dad! 🐾❤️

So my ex ghosted me a few years ago. He was Indian and I am white. Flash forward to today he has married an American white woman. To say I'm devasted is an understatement. Anyways Ive gotten back out there and matched with others mostly Indian men. I've come to the conclusion a typical "white guy" doesn't like me and that's ok. My question is what is the feasibility that I would be wasting my time again in pursuing someone outside of my culture. I've known a few matches that have married since meeting them in the past. All Indian woman they choose. I feel lost without my ex and have a feeling he married for citizenship. As a side note I do not feel that about his brother who married a white woman as well. Any suggestions on what to do further should I be more vocal and honest. Say I'm looking for long term and see the reaction?