I finished my degree three years ago and have been working in the corporate world ever since. It’s not my dream job and it’s a bit stressful, but it pays the bills. Alongside that, I’ve done a few small modelling jobs, but unfortunately I didn’t earn enough to make a living from it.
What about you? What do you do for a living, and do you enjoy it?
Hi guys. I'd love to chat with a older daddy!
I'm 27, from Europe and I love many things such as listening to music, working out, running, gaming, studying, hanging out, etc.
Dm me if you want! ;)
Both on yourself and on others!
Personally, I really like both. But I think that sometimes less is more; in other words, another well-chosen piercing or tattoo can look great and really complement a person. However, I admit I’m quite heavily tattooed myself; I think it also depends a lot on a person’s features – as I’m quite muscular, I think it suits me.
But what about you? What do you think?
Hi, everyone. A few days ago, I went out with a guy I met when I was still at university; I had a crush on him back then, but I never told him. So, when he asked me out recently, I was surprised and decided to say yes.
We were actually good friends back then; as well as being good-looking, he was friendly and funny, so I thought the date would go really well (my mistake).
Long story short, the date was going quite well, but things ended up moving faster than I’d expected and he hinted that he wanted to have sex with me. However, I didn’t feel very comfortable with that and turned him down (I wasn’t rude or anything, I think I was actually quite nice about it), but he didn’t like the answer and started insulting me; he said I was ugly, that my body was shit, that I looked awful, that I’d never be good enough for anyone and that I wasn’t even good enough to fuck. This really got to me; I’ve usually been quite confident and always thought I was a good-looking, fit bloke (I even go to the gym regularly), but this affected me a lot more than I’d wanted it to, and inevitably, when I was alone, I ended up crying (sorry if this sounds too dramatic, but I couldn’t help it).
Now, a few days on, I’ve blocked him on all social media, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve even questioned myself several times, and my friends too. What should I do?
Edit: btw, sorry for any mistake, English is not my first language 😅