u/yzthaskyblue-_-

We both went through a lot in our lives, and if one of those events and experiences never happened, we would have missed each other. The stars aligned to make this happen. Can’t even remember the last time I felt this way about someone, maybe I never did. Our first phone call was 6 hours long, and we haven’t stopped talking since. We haven’t even watched a full movie yet cause we can’t stop talking. It took us 2 weeks to even take our first photo together because we have been so busy getting to know each other. She is perfect to me, couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. I’m a lucky man. 🙇🏻❤️

Long story short, this guy use to live on Windward Dr a couple 4plex’s down from me. He terrorized the neighborhood for approx 7 months before the Sheriff’s kicked him out and then he just moved into a nearby neighborhood.

Haven’t seen him since until just a couple days ago. I came outside, he parked in front of the 4plex that he got kicked out of, and he was harassing one of my neighbors, a woman who was visible disturbed by his presence, trying to give his number out to women who don’t even know him.

As far as I know, the cops are looking for him if they haven’t found him already.

I just want to warn everybody because he literally terrorized the neighborhood for so long. He is on the city mental health list. He has tons of untreated mental health issues, carries weapons, drinks heavily w/ drugs, raging out daily, screaming at neighbors, local prostitutes in and out and chasing them down the road when they run away after finding out who he really is.

He is a disabled veteran who only served 2 years as artillery. Honestly, he would be a decent person to have as a friend if he actually treated his conditions professionally but he refuses to do so.

Out of public safety, I just feel like I need to put this out there in case you are a woman or new neighbor and he somehow tricks you into coming over or possibly tries to harass and threaten you.

It’s a crazy world full of crazies, don’t be a statistic and watch your back! 🫡

*that is his car and license plate

Long story short, I used to call out racists all over social media 10+ years ago. I had a good following. Very active, until all the algorithm changes. These are only 0.0000001% of the messages I used to receive calling out and trying to fight racism and educate about it online and IRL. Unfortunately, as a combat veteran I became very militant after this and started to hate. Had to take a long break and try to find myself again. I can only hope these individuals had a change of heart over the almost 11 years they sent these messages to me. What do y’all think? Are they very fine people now, or still the good old r/FragileWhiteRedditor? 💪🏼

Has it always been this way? I think I’m pretty set now for my IFAK stock but damn, $40 for a CAT tourniquet? I just have to get an IFAK bag that isn’t going to break me LOL. Anyone have any suggestions for good medical supplies that don’t cost so much, for future purchasing, or is that just me wishing? I guess I’m going to save up for another couple months to buy another tourniquet! 😆😩🫡

Leo is a neighborhood rescue. A few years ago, I noticed he was always left outside on a small concrete balcony at an apartment complex. We are talking for days at a time, during thunderstorms and everything. I asked the people to let me take care of him, they were reluctant at first but eventually gave in. His teeth were completely brown and covered with thick tartar, so I took care of that. He was not house trained, so we took care of that with dog diapers. After a successful rehome, he is now living an amazing life down in El Paso with two amazing people. 🐕🐾❤️ will post more photos of him later along with other dogs I have rescued.

What’s wrong with this dude? 🤣🐕🐾❤️

I was told from the community of r/IDmydog to post Peanut on this Reddit community.

So far, top comment has him as dwarfism double Merle.

The original post: 👇👇👇👇
https://www.reddit.com/r/IDmydog/s/X3kRD2CqeC

Meet Peanut & Cashew, two dogs that I rescued a couple year ago and then rehomed to amazing families. Cashew was transported up to Washington State near Seattle, now having a beautiful life. Peanut was rehomed locally in Texas.

Peanut is the one in question here. He is super long! Sometimes the back feet can’t keep up. Let’s discuss! 🤣

*last two photos are from when I first rescued him! They did not cut his hair for a long time. 😩

🕵🏻‍♂️ He just really loves his ball 😅🐕🐾❤️

I rescued this guy a couple years ago, along with 4 others, I rehomed all but my buddy here did not like his new home so luckily he made his way back to me. I’ve decided to keep him. No, his name is not “boots”. If you can guess his name, bonus points for you! GOOD LUCK! 🤣🐕🐾❤️ - I think he looks like a smooth hair Jack Russell mix but I have no idea. 😭

Before summer, this guy showed up around my house and I’m pretty sure someone had abandoned him. He had a flea collar on that was way too tight, and his meow sounded completely messed up. As soon as I noticed the collar, I took it off.

At the time, he was 100% house cat. Constantly rubbing against me, following me around, meowing like, “Please sir, I would like to be adopted immediately.”

Fast-forward a few months and apparently I didn’t rescue a cat. I released Simba back into the Pride Lands.

Now this dude patrols the entire neighborhood like it’s his kingdom, disappears on adventures, and eventually comes back here at night because the neighborhood cat lady puts food out. 😂 He doesn’t even come up to me anymore. Apparently he’s too important for the guy who removed the medieval torture device from his neck.

He also became a dad. Unfortunately, from what I understand, only one of the kittens survived. I haven’t seen the mama cat tonight either, so I’m hoping she’s okay.

And yes, I’m positive this is still my former little rescue turned neighborhood warlord because that messed-up meow is still unmistakable.

From abandoned house cat to rooftop neighborhood security. Man really leveled up and forgot who helped him get started. 😂

Has anyone went to the range and shot out of the OEM 15 round mags yet? Due to budget constraints i won’t be ready for the range at least until October. I have messed around inside with manually trying to chamber out the PLUS one round and chamber the 15th but the slide sticks. I’m only assuming when there is actual live fire the gun would actually chamber the 15th round? I just bought the pistol brand new, first time Glock owner, so another assumption is that everything needs to be broken in? What’s your experience so far with the 15 round mags using plus one in chamber? Would love to know! Thank you in advance! 🫡

Retired Combat vet, my very first piece since I got out!

Blue Label Glock 43x MOS: Ameriglo Bold + 15 round mag package. Now I have to wait on my holsters so I can carry her around and start heading to the range! LTC soon! 🙇🏻

Imagine G-Unit never had drama, they would be an empire today! I miss the old days. 😭🥵 #imSAD

Retired combat infantry vet, this will be my very first piece since I medically retired Dec 2012. Went through a lot mentally. At a stage now to where I am comfortable owning my own weapon again. Bored, need a hobby. Stuck in Texas for the next couple years while I pursue my 100%, so why not? As an infantryman and dog owner, I really love the chest bag / rigs idea. I’m outside with my dog a lot so I can free up my pockets and store my wallet and dog poop bags in the chest rigs. I’m starting with that then transition into a hybrid chest / appendix carry after I get a Striker Control Device to prevent ADs. I have an off-body Velcro holster from 945 Industries coming eventually for my 511 chest bag. I am eyeing the Tenicor AIWB for my future appendix holster, topped with cloud pillow for comfort. Do those pillows really work? I’m 5’8 with military muscle frame and dad bod / beer belly. Heard the beer belly doesn’t help the appendix carry. Gym, pending. 😅🫡

Who remembers being a young teenager, firing up the dial-up internet to kick some ass on Age of Empires II, then screaming at the entire family to STAY OFF THE PHONE because someone picking up the landline meant your multiplayer game was about to become a casualty?

All while jamming to Eminem on the Walkman after somehow convincing Mom to buy The Marshall Mathers LP at Walmart.

You’d think she would’ve learned after buying me The Slim Shady LP, but maybe she secretly understood that we were witnessing an important battle for freedom of speech in music and decided to low-key support the movement. 😆

Five years later, that same woman kicked me out of the house and gave me an ultimatum:

Join the military or stay out.

So I joined the military.
Turned out alright. 💪🏼🤣🤬

God, the late ’90s/early 2000s were a different fucking time.

I’ve decided to start dating again.

I’m a retired Army combat veteran. I’ve been to Iraq and Afghanistan, so I’ve dealt with some stressful situations. Apparently none of that prepared me for Facebook Dating.

I figured I’d give it another shot. How bad could it be? That’s usually when things go wrong.

I’m swiping through profiles when I come across Kara Kay Kincaid. Copperas Cove, Texas. Her profile picture looks normal enough.

Then I read the bio.

I’m not the girl next door. I’m the bitch your mother warned you about.

Well. That’s one way to introduce yourself. I keep reading.

She’s looking for her “redneck Romeo.”
She’s 420 friendly.
She’s been single for three years.
She doesn’t want another woman’s man.
She doesn’t want a threesome.
She wants a tall, manly, dominant man because she doesn’t listen and talks back.

And apparently she’s got enough faults to fill out her own warning label.

Then I notice her initials.

Three K’s…

I stared at the screen. Then I thought:

Okay… so we’re really committing to the redneck thing.

I decided not to overthink it. I’ve learned that sometimes the best course of action is to gather more information before making a decision. So I read the rest of the bio.

She says if your name starts with J, don’t bother.

I look at my name. No J. Check.

She wants a manly man. I’m a man. Check.

She wants somebody dominant. I spent years as an Army Infantryman. Probably check.

She’s looking for a redneck Romeo. I live in Texas. It’s August. My neck is so red from the Texas sun that children point at me and ask their parents why the stop sign is walking. Check.

At this point, I’m thinking:

This might be the first time in my life I’ve actually met every qualification on a dating profile.

I hit Like.
Five minutes later…
It’s a match.

Her first message is: “Hey.”

That’s it. No emoji. No “hey handsome.” Just: Hey.

I’ve been shot at in Iraq with more enthusiasm.

I reply. We start talking. And here’s the problem. She’s actually funny. Not normal funny. More like the kind of funny where you find yourself laughing while simultaneously wondering if you should tell somebody where you’re going.

She asks what I’m looking for.

I tell her: “Something real. Somebody I can laugh with. Somebody loyal.”

She says: “Good. I’m loyal.”

Then: “I’m also crazy.”

I laugh. She doesn’t.

A minute later: “I’m serious.”

I type: “Well, I appreciate the warning.”

She responds: “You should.”

At this point, a reasonable person would probably end the conversation. Unfortunately, I’m apparently not a reasonable person. I’m a combat vet who has voluntarily downloaded Facebook Dating. Clearly my judgment is already compromised. So I ask her out.

The Date

We meet at a local restaurant. I get there first. A few minutes later, Kara walks in. She sees me. Walks over. Looks me up and down.

Then says: “You’re shorter than I expected.”

We haven’t even said hello.

I say: “Good to meet you too.”

She laughs.

Okay. We’re starting strong. We sit down. She orders a drink. I order water.

She looks at me. “You don’t drink?”

“Sometimes.”

She nods. “That’s probably good.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d passed a test or failed one.

Then she asks: “What’s your sign?”

I tell her “Pisces”. She goes quiet.

I ask: “What?”

She says: “Nothing.”

“You just made a face.”

“Your sign explains a lot.”

I hadn’t even done anything yet. Apparently I was already being judged by the stars.

Dinner actually goes pretty well. She’s confident. She’s direct. She’s funny. And, unfortunately, I’m starting to like her.

Then she asks: “Are you dominant?”

I almost choke on my water.

I say: “I guess it depends on the situation.”

She looks at me. “That’s not an answer.”

I ask: “What would be the correct answer?”

She smiles. “You’d know.”

I immediately realize I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve been to Iraq. I’ve been to Afghanistan. I’ve spent time in situations where people were shooting at me. And somehow this woman asking me whether I’m dominant is making me more nervous than both.

We’re finishing dinner when she says: “My friends are going to want to meet you.”

I look up. “Your friends?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “They like to meet the guys I date.”

I ask: “How many guys have they met?”

She thinks about it. “All of them.”

Well. That’s reassuring.

Then she says: “They’ll want to see if you’re actually dominant.”

I put my fork down. This has officially become an evaluation. I’m beginning to suspect there’s an interview panel.

We finish dinner. She walks me outside.

Before we leave, she says: “You know what I like about you?”

I say: “What?”

She says: “You’re not scared of me.”

I almost tell her that’s because I’ve been deployed to a couple combat zones.

Instead I say: “I have my moments.”

She laughs. Then she says: “I’ll text you.”

I get in my truck. Drive about two blocks. My phone buzzes. It’s Kara.

“My friends want to meet you Saturday.”

I stare at the message. I’ve survived deployments. I’ve dealt with military bureaucracy. I’ve eaten MREs. And somehow meeting a woman’s friends on Saturday is what has me questioning my life choices.

I text back: “Sure.”

She replies: “Good. They’re going to love you.”

I put my phone down.

Nobody has ever said that sentence immediately before something good happened.

TO BE CONTINUED…

*all names and places have been changed to protect the actual person(s) identity. This is completely satire that is based off real dating profile bios that I find on Facebook Dating.