u/BlueSky3lue

Hi there,

Why so shy?

I see you sneaking a second glance after we pass each other by.

Can I spoil you for a night? A date?

To get to see you with your hair done; curly, wavy or straight. Layered eye shadow, looking like a hot raccoon. A sleek dress, accentuating your feminine curves. Classy shoes so graceful, elegant, gait like a deer.

Can’t wait to text you:
“Hey, I’m pulling up soon.”
“Alright, I’m here.”

I know I’m not one of the cool kids, kinda out of the norm.

Let me spoil you baby. Let’s get a steak dinner. Buckle up, cause we’re going to Norms.

I’m thinking about purchasing a used 2024-25 Equinox EV either LT1 or LT2 trim. What would be a good price for something with 18-24k miles?

A young kid comes on. He puts a fancy single speed bike with a nice paint job onto the bike rack. He appears to be in his early teens, wearing clean clothes. Nothing out of the ordinary.

This is our interaction:

Me: “Hello, good to see you.”

He looks up at me with the utmost contemptuous facial expression.

Him: “Can’t say I feel the same.”

Me: “Huh. Having a bad day?”

Him: “F$&@ you driver.”

He scans his phone on the scanner and pays by credit card. He then stares at me dead in the eyes and flips me off before walking away. He goes and stands by the rear entrance.

Shortly after I take off, he starts yelling racial slurs at me (funny enough they didn’t apply to me, but I still felt offended). He mouthed off other things but eventually stopped and just stood there…

This got me thinking… As a middle aged gentleman, do I have an obligation to society to say something to this kid? What would you do? Has something like this happened to you?

I have a really nice straight razor that has become dull and needs sharpening. There used to be a knife shop in the Arcadia mall that did a fantastic job, but they’re no longer there.

Can anyone please recommend a reputable knife sharpening service that can sharpen straight razors?

Thank you!

Hello,

I live in a small HOA and we need a gardener to cut grass and do basic landscaping. If anyone knows a reliable gardener, please provide their contact information.

I’m not the most experienced driver, but I believe I have enough experience to offer some unsolicited advice to the newer or experienced driver, so here it goes:

As drivers we face many challenges and nuisances. I’ve come to the realization that a driver’s biggest enemy is not: dumpster trucks, street sweepers, entitled cyclists, or passengers that only carry miscellaneous spare change. A driver’s biggest enemy is… hemorrhoids.

So everyday before I set my foot out the door to face the world, I make sure to give myself a courtesy wipe, and I encourage you to do the same, fellow driver. Because then, no matter what happens to us, at least we will know that our butt is clean.

Happy Friday, enjoy your weekend, and I hope you all have a hemorrhoid-free day!

Would I receive better/honest care if I paid out of pocket for routine work like cleanings and checkups out of pocket? I have Delta Dental….

Good morning, my love.
Good day, my love.
Good evening, my love.

You’re beautiful, of course. But what draws me to you is something deeper. You walk into a room, and everyone gravitates toward you. You make friends so effortlessly. There’s no bad energy around you. You light up people’s lives, including mine. You have a remarkable level of social and emotional intelligence. You possess the power to influence and persuade, yet you choose not to use it for your own gain. You’re intelligent in ways that complement me.

Good morning, my love.
Good day, my love.
Good evening, my love.

You’re the smell of freshly baked pastries and brewed coffee in the morning, welcoming a new day filled with optimism, opportunity, and happy memories.

You’re the warm comfort of slipping on socks after walking barefoot across cold hardwood floors.

Good morning, my love.
Good day, my love.
Good evening, my love.

You’re the feeling of familiarity and timelessness when, out of nowhere, an old favorite song begins to play.

You’re the sensation of sitting on a porch swing after a long day of work, kicking off my shoes and letting my bare feet drift through the summer breeze.

Great to see you, my love.
You spoil me with your presence, my love.
No matter the hour, the world feels a little more like home because you’re in it, my love.

I’m a man in America entering his 40s. What should I know? What should I prepare for? What should I avoid??? For those in their 40s and beyond, what has your experience been like?

To My Brothers in Arms,

We face the same enemy.

We have fought in the same battles.

We have endured similar wounds and bear kindred scars.

We once shared stories, laughter, and warm greetings.

The years have passed, and things have changed. I now face a new enemy: you, brother.

More specifically, the version of yourself you’ve allowed yourself to become.

There was once great optimism in your stride. A bad day hardly existed when you were present. You were ambitious, yet kind. Your heart was as large as your belly… almost.

Somewhere along the way, you lost your flame.

You became resentful. When you fell behind or watched others get ahead, instead of using those moments as motivation to become a better man, you surrendered to jealousy. You stopped working on yourself. You blamed others. You made excuses. Neuroticism took hold.

Worse still, you surrounded yourself with men who embraced the same weaknesses. Together, you created lies, spread gossip, and reveled in drama. Acceptance into this twisted fraternity validated your shortcomings and gave you the confidence to tear down your fellow man.

Yet at the end of the day, you did nothing to improve yourself.

Your presence once felt like a hand on the shoulder. Now it feels like a splinter under my toe.

Brother, how did you stray so far from the light?

Have you lost faith in yourself?

Come back and fight the good fight.

No one is perfect. We all make mistakes. People can be shallow. People can be weak. People sometimes root for others to fail. Yet what they admire most is a redemption story.

Come back, brother.

Come back and fight alongside me.

Face your inner demons. You are not alone in this struggle.

Now get off your fucking ass.

Rid your mind of the voices that hold you back. Become the man I once respected, admired, and looked up to.

No. Be better than that.

Be the man who has been knocked down countless times and still chooses to rise. Every. Single. Time.

Rise, brother.

Rise above the hate, the jealousy, and the allure of comfort and complacency.

Be stronger. More resilient. More patient. More disciplined. More compassionate.

Fight with me.

I believe in you. I need you to believe in yourself.

Go.

Get up.

Face yourself.

Face the world.

Face evil.

Stare it directly in the eye and let it witness your flame reignited.

No fear.

No self-doubt.

Only the will to win.

Give nothing less than 100%.

One thing I admire about you is your quirky nonverbal cues.

Other girls that show interest would tuck their hair behind the ear or flick the hair back and expose the neck. Not you. You subtly look away, but not completely away. Just enough to keep me in your peripheral, with eyes wide open.

You act cool and nonchalant when I am near. From the waist up, you are as stoic as a Roman marble statue, but from the waist down, you are a prancing doe. Your feet betray you and expose whatever you are feeling. The gait changes, the toes point, and sometimes they curl up. The way you jump out of your seat is done with a different urgency.

We would have conversations and towards the end, your voice would become so high pitched, you became a mouse!

There was a moment of absence and we didn’t see each other for a while. We then reconnected. Our greetings were subtle and awkward. You have some of the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen. On this day, we got close and our eyes locked, just for a second. Your pupils were so dilated, I could see the universe in your eyes. I could stare into them forever. Your eyes then slowly shifted down and to your right. This was when I knew that this was more than just a crush.

This was love.

Would you like to catch a movie? How about visiting that Yemen coffee place? What about dinner at this pasta restaurant everyone hypes up? Let’s go for a walk, tell me about your past, and watch the sun set over the coast!

These were my thoughts during that moment. I then teased you about something, you smirked and shyly looked down. We both slowly walked away.

I think about this day often and wonder “What if…?”

I see the effort.

You show up. You’ve made time for me. For us. To build something.

I’ve been sweet to you and you me. We light up each other’s lives. Your smile is so bright and warms my soul like the first ray of sun that breaks out of the clouds after a long cold winter storm.

But I’ve rejected you. Time and time again. I’ve hurt you. I don’t like seeing you hurt. The last thing I want to do is hurt you or hold you back.

I’m so broken. So many missing pieces of the puzzle. There’s a life that I want for us. How am I suppose to lead? I only want the best for you. I want to see you thrive and be happy.

I will cherish the time that we’ve had. The conversations. The moments when we connected. Priceless. Invaluable. The only times I felt whole.

What was the meaning of it all? Perhaps the universe has allowed us to cross paths to remind ourselves of what it’s like to experience unconditional love in its purest form…

Kinda like receiving extra curly fries when only ordering regular fries…

OR connecting to complimentary Wi-Fi that is far reaching, and yet, performant…

OR just two individuals being present for each other without anything exchanged; not words, money, or even an awkward glance. Just time. Time, our most valuable and finite asset.

You have a special place in my heart that I visit often. Now go on and find your person. Crush your career goals. Continue growing and being this wonderful soul that attracts others and brings light to everyone’s lives.

May I hold your hand?

Would it be soft like the petals of a rose, freshly plucked by the breeze?

Or would it be rough and callous like broken seashells in dry beach sand?

I hope it’s the latter. That way, when we go eat Italian, we can use your hand to grate some fresh Parmesan cheese.

I wanted a machine that is capable of pressure profiling, but I didn’t want the complicated workflow of what’s currently in the market (flair 58), and a machine that can also steam milk for guests that want a latte. The Fellow Series 1 ticks most of the boxes. The at $1499 full retail, it’s not cheap. Right now Fellow is selling a bundle that includes the Series 1 with coffee beans, an ELECTRIC Atmos and two espresso cups.

Is this a good deal or should I just wait?