u/Karnezar

So I got a Like on Hinge, from a woman who immediately complimented me and started pouring on the flirty messages.

I figured she was a Bot, so I asked a unique question: If you had to create a captcha to prove someone was real, what would you make?

Usually bots or scammers reply with "lol I dunno ur cute btw"

But she gave a genuine answer. I was surprised, but a little skeptical. We talked for days and she was the real deal, even gave me her number. I felt like I struck gold with how forward she was.

She even invited me to her house. For safety's sake, I shared the address with my friends, but I went over. Then about an hour into it, she said she wasn't feeling the vibes,and said she had to go to sleep.

I was floored. I'm used to rejection, but like, there are hints beforehand. She seemed 100% into me and was sending pics and dropping sexual hints and flirting and asking about my day, telling me about her past tragedies, etc. etc. Everything was going perfect.

Then just... "I don't feel the vibes."

It felt like I hit a brick wall.

And then I thought of the women who deal with men who compliment them and probably made them feel like they were on top of the world, only to be easily discarded and left like nothing had happened.

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Also, though it's been one day, she hasn't responded to my texts, despite saying she wanted to be friends.

My friend has an interview there for visuaI merchαndising and I wanted to get any info about the work environment and/or management.

I recommended she also check out GlassDoor.

Please and thank you!

A friend of mine asked me to assist him with his food truck, and I brought up the idea of me also bartending for him.

Everytime I try to look up requirements, it redirects me elsewhere. And on this page, it says One-Day Liquor Licenses are only for non-profits: https://www.baltimorecountymd.gov/departments/liquor-board/one-day-license

So I'm wondering what I'm missing as far as acquiring the proper permits and licenses for my friend and I to run a food truck that also sells alcohol (at certain events, not a license to sell alcohol year-round).

Thanks in advance!

I really want to start juicing my own oranges, amongst other fruits and vegetables.

But I don't know what qualities in a juicer to look for. I also don't want to spend a ton on fancy features that don't actually help.

I found this on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/ECOSELF-Filters-Machines-Feeding-Hands-Free/dp/B0GVJ7PCCC/ref=sxin\_22\_pa\_sp\_phone\_search\_thematic\_sspa?content-id=amzn1.sym.06845834-2be8-42fd-ac55-e39b9e9a99a0%3Aamzn1.sym.06845834-2be8-42fd-ac55-e39b9e9a99a0&crid=AGKIEJDQE6CR&cv\_ct\_cx=juicer&keywords=juicer&pd\_rd\_i=B0GVJ7PCCC&pd\_rd\_r=71172634-2433-46d1-95cd-c54bcde7e25b&pd\_rd\_w=WyJyk&pd\_rd\_wg=2pHh3&pf\_rd\_p=06845834-2be8-42fd-ac55-e39b9e9a99a0&pf\_rd\_r=M8W3NR9FYFMF3SB39FRX&qid=1782445610&sbo=9ZOMT9Jm0JH%2Ft%2BWi68iDSA%3D%3D&sprefix=juicer%2Caps%2C283&sr=1-1-22ef23da-606c-45bb-b680-eedc2bc50ce8-spons&aref=J5WgAgmAyy&sp\_csd=d2lkZ2V0TmFtZT1zcF9waG9uZV9zZWFyY2hfdGhlbWF0aWM&psc=1

So I'm writing a Rhysand POV fic. Right now, I'm in the Summer Court, and I'm trying to come up with a reason as to how Rhys "forgot" his magic and focused so hard on his Illyrian training.

Well, part of it is he is trying to reclaim his body. He is a victim of sexuαl assault, and it lasted for 50 years. I am not a survivor of such evil acts, so there is only so much I can accurately portray.

You don't have to give me the details of what you went through, but rather, I am looking for feedback on my first draft to see if I characterized it well:

*Every morning, Rhys would awaken before anybody else, and make his way to the grand beaches of Adriata. It was hardly suspicious, as he would arrive by boat, and emerge shirtless and wielding a wooden sword to engage in the morning routines Cassian had impressed upon him.

As he swung his mock blade with the ease of an Illyrian on a battlefield, he lamented how he was forced to do homework assigned by his Brother of all people...

Controlling his breathing, managing his footwork, and feeling in tune with his body as the sun rose, there had always been a chorus of Fae watching from afar. Entirely too timid to approach him, he was more or less completely alone as he did what he could to retain autonomy of his body.

Ever since he'd offered his body to Amarantha to do as she pleased, he had never felt right again. Time and time again, he convinced himself it was for the greater good, and that the ends justified the means. It was the same old argument he'd clung to to attempt to justify the many atrocities he'd ever committed, or allowed to happen Under the Mountain. And then, it happened. Feyre's heart beat Amarantha at her own game, and they were freed.

But his body beheld the invisible scars.

It didn't matter how much he pushed himself, tried to find his center, or sparred with his Brothers; he still felt as though his body was not his own.

Not this... dirty thing. This spoiled piece of meat that Amarantha had abused and taken advantage of for years. How could it be? He was far too proud to be reduced to such a sad state...

He couldn't be this. He didn't wish to be the Whore. He hated the very thought that his time spent Under the Mountain was indeed real, and not one of the many nightmares he'd been subjected to.

The worst were the nights where his body had responded to her touch in kind. He told himself it was natural, just his biology, but he never felt more ashamed and dirty than when she'd force him to orgasm. His body had betrayed him time and time again, until it was no longer his. What was once the beautiful act of sex had been so utterly tainted.

He was no stranger to serving his partners in bed from a submissive angle. He had pride in his versatile nature, and females galore would profess their undying devotion to him after he'd worshipped their bodies in his bed. He was glad to do it; he loved pushing others to their limits and encouraging them to go even further.

And Amarantha took that away from him.

He viciously stabbed the sand with his sword, shattering it in the process. With a scowl, he picked up the pieces and discarded them in a nearby trash recepticle. The Summer Court's beaches were pristine, and he caught sight of the first round of laborers who would see to it.

Though his wings were absent, he honed his Illyrian abilities. That was something she couldn't take away.

He went for a run, determined to once more be in tune with his body. To no longer feel the sting of her touch in his very bones.

His run led him to the Adriata Grand Library.*

I'm considering applying, and am coming from a fine(ish) and elevated dining background.

I'm currently at Antrim 1844 and it's great, but the hours are too short so I'm not making good money.

If anyone has any experience with Gunther & Co., please let me know!

Also posting here instead of r/baltimore because I was banned from there lol

Is he right? For so long, I've been told you decant young, bold wines to pull out their secondary (oak) flavors, and old wines to reduce sediment.

He also told me Americans over sanitize surfaces, and it's not like you're cutting raw meat on these white cloth covered tables.

Here is what I'm looking through now: https://www.overstock.com/ergonomic-office-chair,/k,/results.html?SearchType=HeaderAC

Almost everything is on sale, and they have reasonable prices. But I'm wondering if there is some catch, like all of these brands are actually overvalued or something.