You’re going to get older, you are going to lose touch with your friends, you’re going to feel alone, there’s going to be a younger guy at work who can do things better and faster than you, you will get looked over for promotion, you’ll feel rejected by women because of your age, you’ll take longer to learn new technology, you’ll start to be affected by emotion you have been suppressing for your whole life, you’ll feel like you are stuck in your financial situation, or relationship, or job, you’ll wish you’d done things differently, you’ll see your children grow old and need you less, your grandparents, parents, pets, friends will die, you’ll go to less weddings and more funerals, you’ll cry more and laugh less, criticism will last longer and cut deeper, normal daily tasks will hurt the next day, nothing will be the best because you remember better.

But don’t worry, you’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you, you will bounce back. You still have all those parties to go to, those drinks to drink, those friends to meet, those children to father, those promotions to earn and that life to live. Enjoy your time because it’s your time, but remember us who came before you, who’ve been there, and envy you. Because if we’d have known how important it was when we were your age, at least for me, I’d have savoured it and taken a chance more often than I did.

I’m drunk by the way. Benefits of being an adult. 🙌

Just a random rant about a thought

Most people are empty. All people are empty when you take away the environment, and experiences. Our essences which fills these shells are non existent.  In a way we are carriers of experiences, a person moulded and shaped to form a specific vessel. Each making a different kind of hollow sound when you blow into it. 

I’m upset that people are born empty and become filled with grime and waste until they’ve realised that they need to empty it. It’s weird how they can’t see it. How much it smells, reeks, the putrid odour diffusing into the atmosphere which embodies it. It’s disgusting what people really are sometimes and I really don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to believe that within is mostly just filled within their shells. Their barely balancing it, a top an unstable tower of shapes. A simple touch, a small shake and their selves are demolished. The building blocks when faced with small minute amounts of change are unable to withstand anything the same way the moment our equilibrium are breached we fall apart. It’s hard to adapt, to change our initial beliefs and morals. It’s so hard to change your mindset on things which is why I think people remain stuck in this balancing act of their “selves”. 

it’s so easy to fall apart which is why we must be more open to building ourselves up differently until we are no longer shaken by the small things. 

Look at the thousands and thousands of absolutely terrible abusive relationships that exist. Women's choices in men are not some standard for social worth or standard for what is normal. Many of them if not most have terrible taste especially when young( i know because i am a benefactor of it to some extent) .

Anyone out there who feels like shit because they're in a drought or just cannot attract women shouldn't be questioning themselves too much. Youd be judging yourself based on the opinions of people(men and women) who actually have no clue about anything and retro actively rationalize their choices and desires leading to an inaccurate presentation of what actually hooks them.

EDIT: Im a male so this thought was male oriented but it's true for both sexes.

I have been thinking a lot lately on how confusing the Nepalese dating scene has become.

Even as a single guy who’s open-minded, educated, and genuinely looking for something real, it feels like finding “the one” is harder than ever. Not because there’s a lack of people... there’s an abundance, actually..but because everyone seems to be playing a different game.

I hv noticed a strange trend lately: married men and women engaging with singles, emotionally or physically, has become much more common than it used to be. Affairs, secret online chats, “situationships,” and emotional cheating are somehow getting normalized. I’m not judging anyone’s choices, but it’s starting to blur the lines between what’s real and what’s just temporary validation.

As someone who’s not looking to be part of that cycle, it’s frustrating. Dating apps are full of gray areas, profiles with hidden intentions, people seeking “companionship” outside their marriage, or singles who’ve just given up trying to trust. The emotional mess in all this makes a genuine connection feel almost like a myth

Has anyone else noticed this shift? Are we growing emotionally distant, or is it just that modern lifestyles and expectations have made relationships more transactional? How are you handling this new, challenging phase of love in Nepal? I'd love to hear from both men and women.

I have been thinking a lot lately on how confusing the Nepalese dating scene has become.

Even as a single guy who’s open-minded, educated, and genuinely looking for something real, it feels like finding “the one” is harder than ever. Not because there’s a lack of people... there’s an abundance, actually..but because everyone seems to be playing a different game.

I hv noticed a strange trend lately: married men and women engaging with singles, emotionally or physically, has become much more common than it used to be. Affairs, secret online chats, “situationships,” and emotional cheating are somehow getting normalized. I’m not judging anyone’s choices, but it’s starting to blur the lines between what’s real and what’s just temporary validation.

As someone who’s not looking to be part of that cycle, it’s frustrating. Dating apps are full of gray areas, profiles with hidden intentions, people seeking “companionship” outside their marriage, or singles who’ve just given up trying to trust. The emotional mess in all this makes a genuine connection feel almost like a myth

Has anyone else noticed this shift? Are we growing emotionally distant, or is it just that modern lifestyles and expectations have made relationships more transactional? How are you handling this new, challenging phase of love in Nepal? I'd love to hear from both men and women.

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My lips were firm and warm against hers. I didn’t force anything, just moved my mouth over hers. In spite of her resolve, she found herself leaning into my kiss.

She wanted to know what I tasted like.

Her tongue snaked out and traced the contours of my mouth. I groaned and parted my lips. She took advantage of the invitation and slid her tongue inside. I taste like coffee and mint and hot male. It was scary and intoxicating at the same time. She didn’t think she’d have had the nerve to continue, except I seemed to be as involved in the kiss as she was.

My breathing was harsh, my chest brushing hers with each breath I took as we were standing so close together. Yet she didn’t feel threatened by me. My hands were resting lightly on her shoulders, but I wasn’t holding her. She could step away at any time. She sensed that this was my way of letting her know that she was in charge. Anything we did was up to her.

There was power in that. And it made her head spin.

Slowly, she slid her hands over my chest, lightly kneading. She could feel the muscles jumping beneath her palms. I was all tense muscles and tendons as she stroked her fingers over my chest before linking them behind my neck. The action brought her chest tight to me. She swallowed back a moan as her taut, beaded nipples pressed against the solid planes of my chest.

I broke our kiss, burying my face in the curve of her neck. My breath was hot against her skin. “Does this mean yes?” I raised my head and she found herself pinned by my laser blue gaze. She could see the heat behind it. The passion.

Her body responded immediately. An ache began to throb low in her belly. She felt empty and needy. Arching her hips slightly, she brought her pelvis into alignment with mine. The hard bulge behind his jeans both fascinated and terrified her. It had been such a long time for her.

It was my friend’s birthday. The four of us somehow got a call girl dealer’s number and went to meet him. He took us to this lowkey sketchy building with 2–3 rooms, each with different girls inside. Two of my friends backed out, but me and another friend thought lets give it a try.

A gurung/tamang aunty was managing everything there. She sent my friend into one room and me into another. Honestly, when I first saw the girl, I couldn’t even believe she was a prostitute. She looked young, charming, and completely normal nobody outside would ever guess.

We hooked up, but weirdly I couldn’t cum even after 3 rounds. After that we just sat there talking casually. She asked if I had taken any medicine or something because apparently most guys don’t last that long. I paid 3k and left.

Next day me and my friend went back again. This time while we were hooking up, she suddenly kissed me. The manager aunty had already warned us beforehand that kissing was strictly not allowed because call girls usually never do that. So I asked her, “Why did you kiss me?” She just smiled awkwardly and said sorry.

Again… 3 rounds, still didn’t cum. After that we talked more. I asked her name, age, where she was from. She gave fake details at first, but said she was from Sindhupalchok and claimed she was 23.

Third day, same thing. Went there, hooked up, talked for a while, came home.
Fourth day I didn’t go. Out of nowhere she sent me a voice note on WhatsApp saying, “aaja ayenau ta ani?” I was confused like “who’s this?” She said, “I’m Prakriti(her fake name) Somehow she had gotten my number from the dealer.

We kept chatting for the next 2days days. Then on the sixth day around 2AM, she texted asking if I could meet her at a hotel. She was already there because she was supposed to meet some premium client, but he cancelled last minute.

I was kinda sus but kept chatting till like 4AM. Everyone at home was asleep by then, so I finally decided to go. The hotel was only like 3km away from my place.
She came downstairs herself to pick me up. At the reception she signaled something to the receptionist and he didn’t even ask for my ID. At that point my suspicion level was through the roof. I literally had a pocket knife with me because I thought I was about to get set up or robbed.

I went inside the room, checked every corner, even turned off the lights looking for hidden cameras or something. She was laughing the whole time watching me panic.

Then suddenly the power went out and I genuinely got scared. I told her, “Listen, I don’t have money or anything valuable on me. If something’s going on please just let me leave.”
She just laughed and said, “Relax.”

After that she started kissing me again, pulled me onto the bed and undressed meand licked every part of my body fuckin gave me bj as well that day we fucked like a couple raw back to back 5 rounds till 11am..

Afterward she got serious and told me, “From the first day I felt something different for you coz the way you being nice to me and understand me. I know I’m not good for you, but I’ve never felt this way before. I never even had a boyfriend never got fucked raw, and even she said she had lost virginity for 30k to a old man.

Then she finally told me the truth about herself. Real name, real age, even showed me her ID. She was actually just 21. Said her father had severe health issues and she got into this work to pay medical bills.

And honestly… somewhere during all this, I had started getting little sparks too.

But I still told her, “I could never love you or be with you because in my mind I can’t see you differently.”
The moment I said that she completely broke down crying. I offered her money before leaving, but she refused to take it.

She just asked me to leave.
I said sorry, blocked her everywhere, and went home.

To this day I still randomly think about it sometimes.
Still have her number saved in my phone as Prakriti CG.

💔