u/One-Topic2302

Women only, please. Platonic friendship only. Reddit, behave. 😂

I've been in Bangalore for about two months now and I think it's time I stop pretending that having a job, a flat and Swiggy is a complete social life. 😂

I'm looking for girls around my age who'd be up for exploring Bangalore with me — cafés we've never heard of, shopping we probably don't need, trying food and then judging it, random walks, spontaneous plans, long conversations, and generally finding out what this city has to offer.

A little about me: I'm 26, working, slightly chaotic, love interesting conversations, and I'm very much a “let's actually go somewhere instead of saying we should meet sometime” person.

I also have a boyfriend who's approximately 2,000 km away, so before anyone gets ideas — this is strictly a search for female friends. 😂 He's very much alive and very much somewhere else.

My flatmate is a separate chapter of this Bangalore experience. I'll tell that story after we've established you're not secretly terrifying. 😂

So if you're a girl in Bangalore who's also thinking, “I need more people to randomly text ‘where are we going this weekend?’” — hi.

Come say hello. Maybe we become friends. Maybe we discover Bangalore's best café. Maybe both. 🌻

Women only, please. Platonic friendship only. Reddit, behave. 😂

I've been in Bangalore for about two months now and I think it's time I stop pretending that having a job, a flat and Swiggy is a complete social life. 😂

I'm looking for girls around my age who'd be up for exploring Bangalore with me — cafés we've never heard of, shopping we probably don't need, trying food and then judging it, random walks, spontaneous plans, long conversations, and generally finding out what this city has to offer.

A little about me: I'm 26, working, slightly chaotic, love interesting conversations, and I'm very much a “let's actually go somewhere instead of saying we should meet sometime” person.

I also have a boyfriend who's approximately 2,000 km away, so before anyone gets ideas — this is strictly a search for female friends. 😂 He's very much alive and very much somewhere else.

My flatmate is a separate chapter of this Bangalore experience. I'll tell that story after we've established you're not secretly terrifying. 😂

So if you're a girl in Bangalore who's also thinking, “I need more people to randomly text ‘where are we going this weekend?’” — hi.

Come say hello. Maybe we become friends. Maybe we discover Bangalore's best café. Maybe both. 🌻

Women only, please. Platonic friendship only. Reddit, behave. 😂

I've been in Bangalore for about two months now and I think it's time I stop pretending that having a job, a flat and Swiggy is a complete social life. 😂

I'm looking for girls around my age who'd be up for exploring Bangalore with me cafés we've never heard of, shopping we probably don't need, trying food and then judging it, random walks, spontaneous plans, long conversations, and generally finding out what this city has to offer.

A little about me: I'm 26, working, slightly chaotic, love interesting conversations, and I'm very much a “let's actually go somewhere instead of saying we should meet sometime” person.

I also have a boyfriend who's approximately 2,000 km away, so before anyone gets ideas — this is strictly a search for female friends. 😂 He's very much alive and very much somewhere else.

My flatmate is a separate chapter of this Bangalore experience. I'll tell that story after we've established you're not secretly terrifying. 😂

So if you're a girl in Bangalore who's also thinking, “I need more people to randomly text ‘where are we going this weekend?’” — hi.

Come say hello. Maybe we become friends. Maybe we discover Bangalore's best café. Maybe both. 🌻

My manager called me cute and sweet in front of the entire team..in terms of work itself but it's weird like extremely weird....I don't know how can I talk to him today...it was on a group call...How could I even take it as a compliment...how can I?

I feel so bad for myself. I have always been constrained to the idea of just a preety face...I am not and I am more than that ...

How much skill should I show to prove that...and obviously I am not getting paid for my looks obviously. This makes me feel sickening...

Like ladies can u suggest me how do u go through this...cause now I can't focus in my work itself...

Me (24F) boyfriend (26M) and I are in a long-distance relationship. I had a bad day and wanted emotional support, but he was working and couldn't really engage. What hurt me wasn't that he was busy, but that later he never asked what had happened. The next day (Girlfriend's Day), he sent me a cake as a surprise. I genuinely appreciated the gesture, but I don't actually like cake and would've been happier with something as simple as a ₹10 chocolate because it would've felt more personal. I never told him that because I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Later that day, while we were discussing everything on a call, my roommate came home and what I thought would be a one-minute interaction turned into a 15-minute conversation. He stayed on the call, felt ignored, and later told me his trust in me had declined because I was casually talking to someone else while our relationship was in a bad place. Looking back, I know I should've simply said, "I'll call you back," and I've apologized for it. I wanted emotional curiosity from him; he wanted basic courtesy from me. Are we just two people with very different communication styles, or does this sound like incompatibility? I'm genuinely looking for honest opinions, not validation.

Me (24F) boyfriend (26M) and I are in a long-distance relationship. I had a bad day and wanted emotional support, but he was working and couldn't really engage. What hurt me wasn't that he was busy, but that later he never asked what had happened. The next day (Girlfriend's Day), he sent me a cake as a surprise. I genuinely appreciated the gesture, but I don't actually like cake and would've been happier with something as simple as a ₹10 chocolate because it would've felt more personal. I never told him that because I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Later that day, while we were discussing everything on a call, my roommate came home and what I thought would be a one-minute interaction turned into a 15-minute conversation. He stayed on the call, felt ignored, and later told me his trust in me had declined because I was casually talking to someone else while our relationship was in a bad place. Looking back, I know I should've simply said, "I'll call you back," and I've apologized for it. I wanted emotional curiosity from him; he wanted basic courtesy from me. Are we just two people with very different communication styles, or does this sound like incompatibility? I'm genuinely looking for honest opinions, not validation.

There are people you meet because they're meant to stay.

And then there are people you meet because they're meant to change you.

I don't know which one he is.

We met in the most improbable way. Two strangers, hundreds of miles apart, writing to each other without knowing whether we'd ever meet. Months later, we took what now feels like an unbelievably reckless leap of faith and met in a city that belonged to neither of us. Looking back, a hundred things could have gone wrong.

None of them did.

Those few days together were enough to make me believe that sometimes life writes stories stranger than fiction.

Since then, we've been long distance.

We've only spent around two weeks together in person. The rest has been calls, messages, and waiting for the next visit.

At first, I thought conversations could carry a relationship.

Now I'm beginning to wonder whether relationships need ordinary life more than extraordinary moments.

He is probably the most honest person I've ever known. Sometimes frustratingly honest. He refuses to tell me things just because they'll make me happy. If he doesn't believe something, he won't say it. He tells me he trusts me more than anyone he's ever been with, and I believe him.

But sometimes I wish he'd be a little less truthful and a little more romantic.

Not because I want lies.

Just because sometimes I want to feel desired before I feel understood.

Every visit gets pushed a little further away. August becomes late August. Late August becomes September. Every delay makes perfect sense—career comes first, and I genuinely support him.

But every delay also feels like someone has pressed pause on us.

The strange thing is, I don't think I'm losing affection for him.

I think I'm losing affection for the version of us that only exists through phone calls and countdowns.

Sometimes I wake up thinking about work instead of him, and then I wonder if something is wrong with us.

Or maybe nothing is wrong with us.

Maybe it's just impossible to build a life when your life together only exists for a few days every few months.

I keep wondering whether we're meant to become each other's home, or whether we're simply people who met at the right time to change one another.

I don't want strangers on the internet to tell me to stay or leave.

I just want to know,

Has anyone else reached a point where the distance itself started feeling heavier than the relationship? How did you know whether you were drifting away from the person... or simply growing tired of long distance?

There are people you meet because they're meant to stay.

And then there are people you meet because they're meant to change you.

I don't know which one he is.

We met in the most improbable way. Two strangers, hundreds of miles apart, writing to each other without knowing whether we'd ever meet. Months later, we took what now feels like an unbelievably reckless leap of faith and met in a city that belonged to neither of us. Looking back, a hundred things could have gone wrong.

None of them did.

Those few days together were enough to make me believe that sometimes life writes stories stranger than fiction.

Since then, we've been long distance.

We've only spent around two weeks together in person. The rest has been calls, messages, and waiting for the next visit.

At first, I thought conversations could carry a relationship.

Now I'm beginning to wonder whether relationships need ordinary life more than extraordinary moments.

He is probably the most honest person I've ever known. Sometimes frustratingly honest. He refuses to tell me things just because they'll make me happy. If he doesn't believe something, he won't say it. He tells me he trusts me more than anyone he's ever been with, and I believe him.

But sometimes I wish he'd be a little less truthful and a little more romantic.

Not because I want lies.

Just because sometimes I want to feel desired before I feel understood.

Every visit gets pushed a little further away. August becomes late August. Late August becomes September. Every delay makes perfect sense—career comes first, and I genuinely support him.

But every delay also feels like someone has pressed pause on us.

The strange thing is, I don't think I'm losing affection for him.

I think I'm losing affection for the version of us that only exists through phone calls and countdowns.

Sometimes I wake up thinking about work instead of him, and then I wonder if something is wrong with us.

Or maybe nothing is wrong with us.

Maybe it's just impossible to build a life when your life together only exists for a few days every few months.

I keep wondering whether we're meant to become each other's home, or whether we're simply people who met at the right time to change one another.

I don't want strangers on the internet to tell me to stay or leave.

I just want to know,

Has anyone else reached a point where the distance itself started feeling heavier than the relationship? How did you know whether you were drifting away from the person... or simply growing tired of long distance?

There are people you meet because they're meant to stay.

And then there are people you meet because they're meant to change you.

I don't know which one he is.

We met in the most improbable way. Two strangers, hundreds of miles apart, writing to each other without knowing whether we'd ever meet. Months later, we took what now feels like an unbelievably reckless leap of faith and met in a city that belonged to neither of us. Looking back, a hundred things could have gone wrong.

None of them did.

Those few days together were enough to make me believe that sometimes life writes stories stranger than fiction.

Since then, we've been long distance.

We've only spent around two weeks together in person. The rest has been calls, messages, and waiting for the next visit.

At first, I thought conversations could carry a relationship.

Now I'm beginning to wonder whether relationships need ordinary life more than extraordinary moments.

He is probably the most honest person I've ever known. Sometimes frustratingly honest. He refuses to tell me things just because they'll make me happy. If he doesn't believe something, he won't say it. He tells me he trusts me more than anyone he's ever been with, and I believe him.

But sometimes I wish he'd be a little less truthful and a little more romantic.

Not because I want lies.

Just because sometimes I want to feel desired before I feel understood.

Every visit gets pushed a little further away. August becomes late August. Late August becomes September. Every delay makes perfect sense, career comes first, and I genuinely support him.

But every delay also feels like someone has pressed pause on us.

The strange thing is, I don't think I'm losing affection for him.

I think I'm losing affection for the version of us that only exists through phone calls and countdowns.

Sometimes I wake up thinking about work instead of him, and then I wonder if something is wrong with us.

Or maybe nothing is wrong with us.

Maybe it's just impossible to build a life when your life together only exists for a few days every few months.

I keep wondering whether we're meant to become each other's home, or whether we're simply people who met at the right time to change one another.

I don't want strangers on the internet to tell me to stay or leave.

I just want to know

Has anyone else reached a point where the distance itself started feeling heavier than the relationship? How did you know whether you were drifting away from the person... or simply growing tired of long distance?