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My boyfriend and I have a bunch of pets. We're both fat, jolly, Slavic dudes so we call each other dumb shit. Some slurs that I don't need to name and we call the pets funny stuff too. Just for shits and giggles of course. We say those affectionately. We live in a cabin in the countryside so I walk the dog once or twice a day and we let him out into the yard a couple of times a day too. Before bed, my bf opens the door and says "come on, homo!" and the dog just immediately jumps and goes out. It's hilarious! His name is Haru and of course he answers to it , as well as to other things like "Fluffy", "my boy", "pupper" , "doggo" and many more. But "Homo" takes the cake. PS: Haru is a very smart dog. I've trained him very well, he knows dozens of commands and tricks and he also knows the names of all the cats, relatives and even some friends. So of course he knows all his own names too.

Three years ago I had a great idea for a party. At least I thought it was great. Tea Party and Book Exchange. Everyone dresses pretty, bringing with them a book they love they wish they could share with others. We have sandwhiches, cookies, tea, everything made from scratch (I love to bake) and a book themed trivia game. At the end we have a white elephant and everyone in the group goes home with a new book to read and bag of treats.

Except none of my friends really liked the idea when I pitched it to them.

Then I had to move away.

Now I don't really have any friends, let alone bookish ones that live in the state. I still lingered on the idea, trying to refine it, see how I could make it better. My husband told me (very gently) that it just probably wouldn't work out. So I permanently shelved the whole plan.

I think about it every october because I wanted to do it for my birthday. Instead of only me getting gifts, everyone could get something. Three years now and I can't even work up the motivation for a normal celebration either now.

Just needed to throw that into the ether. Maybe somebody else online can take my idea and run with it.

I grew up upper-middle-class and always wanted a trailer trash girlfriend. When I was younger I was fascinated by the girls who lived in trailer parks. I grew up upper-middle-class, but some of my best childhood memories were hanging out with kids from the local trailer courts.

My first kiss was at 11, behind a trailer with a girl named Tay-Tay. I remember feeling like the luckiest kid alive. By 14 or 15, we'd spend summer evenings playing basketball at the trailer park while girls watched from the sidelines. Everyone knew everyone. We'd meet at the playground, ride bikes down by the river, and stay out until it got dark. A few of us had flip phones, but mostly we just found each other.

There was something about the freedom of it all. The parents seemed more relaxed, the kids were always outside, and every night felt like an adventure. The funny thing is I started writing this as some pathetic Reddit confession about my dating preferences, but halfway through I realized I was just remembering how beautiful those summers were.

I miss when life felt that big and summer nights felt endless.

My late grandmother went to a one-room school house. She started first grade as the only girl in the first grade class. Her classmates were four boys.
Fast forward 85 years and she moved into a very nice assisted living center. Every night, she would go down to have dinner at her table with her friends— the exact same four boys she started school with. I think they all had a good time at their nightly class reunion.

I think it’s healthy to help people have an opportunity to be on the receiving end of their own behavior.

I have done it at least twice for rude disrespectful behavior. It was received in two different ways but worked well both times.

When I did it to a spousearound the year 2002, (he had stayed out til 4am when bars close at 1. So the next week I did it.). When I got home, he was standing there and instead of an argument , he unexpectedly hugged me and said, I get it. (He had been unable to sleep and worried about where I was and what could have happened to me.) Neither of us ever did it again.

Around 1999, when I was living with another teacher at age 23, my roommate who was extremely negative, even badmouthing when I watched Judge Judy while I got my stuff ready for my workout class everyday (we only had 3 channels back then 😅). I knew telling her to stop would fall on deaf ears, so a friend and I decided on a strategy where I would say the exact words she uses during her favorite show (Who wants to be a millionaire, lol) .

I did it and The roommate was shocked! She couldn’t handle that I was being negative! She asked why are you being like this? I carried on for awhile and then eventually revealed to her that I was using her Exact words to give her an idea of what she’s like to be around at home. She denied it vehemently, and stubbornly refused to admit that she behaved like that. I said, Well Ask T because it was she and I who hatched the plan together, and that’s why I specifically used exact verbiage that you used earlier today.

She never did it again. 😂

Just now, at 9:20 am, I was going into my pharmacy. A woman started honking and pointing wildly. Then she rolled down her window, and said, "Ma'am, ma'am, your dress is tucked in on your back."

Yes, the bottom of my dress was tucked into my pink Grannie panties.

I went down my condo elevator with two other people and neither said a word.

This is gonna be long and its not going in direction most of you might think it is. But I feel like if I can get it all out of my head, I'll be able to stop thinking about my adolescence - memories I had otherwise forgotten. I'm a 38 yo woman. The Cornell case gave me a series of flashbacks to my own experience with Greek life. I had long since forgotten about the men in this story. But it has my warmed my heart remembering them and I just want to share it. I had a rare experience that I was very lucky to have.

I had a rough home life. My older sister was always my protector. Until she turned 18 and went to college. I floundered without her. I was 15yo. Just bc she loved me and sought to protect me doesn't mean she made the best decisions. She was herself after all a teenager. She had me at ages 15, 16 up at her college campus every weekend partying with her. For her part, she had joined a sorority and was in the midst of her own party life phase. She had the best intentions. But obviously I didn't belong on a college campus at my age. One night, I found myself locked out of her dorm room. I had no idea where she was. I found myself at 15 wandering around a college campus very late at night by myself.

I passed a group of frat boys walking in the opposite direction. They stared at me curiously. "Yo...you miller's sister?" I said yes. The guy replied, "where is your sister?" I responded I didn't know. They began exclaiming and talking amongst themselves how fucked up it was I was out here alone and what to do with me and they couldn't just leave me. Finally, "Little Miller! you're coming with us!"

And they brought me back to their frat house. This was the age of AIM and cordless phones. After attempting and failing to contact my sister, I was sat in a bedroom with 4 other guys and two tvs - one for video games,one for sports. They were treating me like I was a stray puppy. I was permitted one beer per hour. And one drunken guy insisted I drink my bud light with a crazy straw "bc I was a child." It was all manner of inappropriate but simultaneously extremely sweet. Other guys returning to the house would walk in, ask who I was "don't talk to her, she's 15." Meanwhile I played video games with drunk and stoned frat boys. The topic turned to what to do with me if my sister remained MIA. They were very uneasy about my being there, aware of what my sister and I were not - I did not belong there. One of the dudes called his girlfriend who was in the same sorority as my sister. She came and got me, they put me in her room for the night while she went back to her boyfriends room.

My sister and I were later reunited. And my weekend visits continued.

Now, I didn't get alot of attention at home. Home life was tough. So now on my weekend visits, I went looking for these boys. I reveled in their attention and I would seek it out. I imagine these 19yo-20yo boys became very amused by this. Bc they would tolerate it to a point. I was their stray pet / surrogate little sister. I also think a few of them began practicing for fatherhood on me. One guy got shitfaced once and drunkenly yelled at me to "go to my room." I pointed out I did not have a room. They would let me tag after them, to a degree. They would let me drink, but not alot. During a houseparty raid, I hid in a closet with several of them. No one ever touched me. On another occasion, they explained to me I wasn't getting high when I smoked weed bc I wasn't inhaling. And demonstrated how to inhale. After about a year, the curiously asked me if I had a bf. I said no. They told me to never ever sleep with a guy on the first date. And they told me I needed to make guys work for it for when I started dating. My drunken older brothers / father figures.

It was all manner of inappropriate but there was an undeniable paternal element to it.

I thought about them often with such affection in my later teens and early 20s. And gradually over time forgot about them. The Cornell 7 case brought them back to mind. Whether you believe Jane doe or not - sexual assault on college campuses is a rampant problem. We all know this.

It's never been lost on me on hpw lucky I was to be adopted by this group of frat boys who owed me nothing and still took it upon themselves to look after me and continued to look after me. I am incredibly grateful to those young men. I have no doubt that wherever they landed they are world class dads now. I got to keep my innocence and naivete for so much longer bc of them.

I'm not minimizing sexual assault on college campuses. It's a real problem. But I don't think it's harmful for people to share their experiences of young men being good men. I think those stories are important. Those boys easily could have just kept walking. And my night could have just as easily ended much differently.

A kid came up to me, rubbed my belly and asked if I was having a baby.

Nope. No babies for me. 🙃

No offense intented (obviously, it's a kid) but still mildly embarassing.

I grew up in a small town of 150 people in the middle of nowhere Australia. No service, nearest town was 30 minutes away, and there was nothing but a communal post office made up of lettered pigeon holes, and a pub.

One day, my lil tomboy bumpkin brain had itself a brilliant idea.
I built a sketchy lil bunged up house on stilts, in and around a big tree, in the middle of bush, out of recycled materials I found that had been discarded by other residents of the town.
Am talking sketchy roof metal, rotten or damaged wood, a couple door and window frames, and some metal sheeting I pilfered from the old wheat silo that they’d turned into the donkey tower. (It was a donkey and a camel living there, but fuck the camel I guess)

So I tried to live in it. I actually do not know why my family allowed it to go on as long as it did.

Anyways, I’m thirty now. Survived

Edited for grammar.

My dating life is not going well currently but whenever I reminisce about this I get a shot of dopamine. I personally think it’s a cute story and also a very cowardly one.

So I moved into this new building and I’m in touch through email with this guy (T) who is a manager of sorts. He does practical stuff and also onboards new tenants or attends building activities blablabla

As we are emailing I notice he sounds young, he’s very friendly, similar ethnic background and I get that ~ feeling also known as vague hope or anticipation?

On the first day of tenancy I get to my appointment. I introduce myself and my friend who is with me, take a good look at him and conclude he’s not that handsome so I can stop worrying about being nervous (because yes I can be nervous around handsome men) so I should be fine but then why do I feel something? Despite him not being my sort of guy? I like intellectual guys, with a serious sort of energy. He’s more golden retriever. We are both in our late 20s.

We pass my door and he nods at it and smiles back at me. I enter mildly delusional state right at that moment because why do you remember what my number even is with hundreds of apartments.

We get to the general meeting, he’s kind of nervous as he explains things, his English is lacking and he reverts back to our first language but I like his energy and he’s so nice. At one point I ask him if my apartment has facility X, he says no and apparently I looked disappointed and he referred back to it later in private and reassured me why it was actually fine and that he’d noticed my disappointment

I quickly developed a crush on him because he was just the nicest, most helpful person. He had such a gentle aura and he seemed to like me as well and that of course triggers things

Things got more intense after an event where he stayed longer even though it looked like he was leaving. We were doing some writing exercise about your goals and we accidentally locked eyes looking up from our papers at the same time and it felt like forever. I could feel my stomach turn upside down. Later on when I spoke I glanced at him briefly and he looked.. In love?

It was all over from then

What follows is months of this ridiculous kdrama esque arc. I walk past his office, wave, he gets shy and waves back. I run into him, ask him something, he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.

I’m nervous, he’s nervous. We are fucking awkward and cannot be normal.

He does me small favors constantly , I thank him. Joy mixed with terror each interaction.

Moments that seemed like they came straight from a romcom script. Misunderstandings, not knowing how to act, being awkward, fumbling

At some point I think to myself: boy this crush is quite intense? What is happening? It was genuinely the first time I’d ever felt something so intense. I had dreams about him constantly

If I anticipated seeing him my heart would feel like it was gonna jump out it my chest. If I perceived slight distance (even after I distanced myself too) I’d feel devastated and convince myself he hated me.

The longer we spend knew each other, the less normal we became.

He was the sweetest guy, gentle, so beautiful. Shy. Almost boyish around me. I loved his features (It was crazy to remember my second or so thought when I saw him was he’s not that handsome. How? Once everything unfolded he was the most attractive guy to me)

I told my friend who was with me that first day and has seen him a few times since and she said well yes even that first day that man had eyes for you only. Which surprised me because my friend is very beautiful

I can’t tell you why we never acted on it and let it slip away. I gave a small opening but he didn’t take it and ended up leaving right as things were reaching their peak. I later found out he was under enormous amount of stress because of work and things were toxic.

I took it well, not meant to be blabla but I can’t help but 1) reminisce when I feel down about my love life. 2) get heart palpitations when I think I spot a look a like out and about

The outskirt heavy rain from Hurricane Isaias was hitting my city today. I figured the main city rail trail that runs along an abandoned railroad track would be free of people for a peaceful walk, and it was. I have a large dog who loves hitting up the dog park for some play time, so I figured we could get a good brisk mile in, play at the park, walk back, then settle into a nice relaxing rainy evening. The rain was coming down steadily the entire time, but we don’t mind getting soaked

As we got to the dog park, to my surprise, there was a large dog there. He looked to be a German shepherd mix with a friendly welcoming look on his face. My dog checked him out through the fence, and it seemed like a good match, so I went into the gate. Dog owners know to be wary of other dogs and their owners at the dog park, because some owners let their dogs in despite being unfriendly.

I made an error in judgement. The dog immediately tried to start a fight with my dog, as soon as my dog turned around to go in a different direction, over to where he normally pees. Fortunately, I was able to grab the harness quickly, and lead my pup out the gate with no bites occurring. After i grabbed the harness, the other dog came at me with a malicious “I’m gonna bite you now” look. A swift but firm NO did the trick tho, keeping me safe. Encounters like this are not my favorite experience at a public dog park. Dogs will be dogs though

We played in the adjacent small dog park for a couple minutes before the owner and his dog left. Then we played in the main one, tossing sticks and having fun as the rain steadily got stronger and stronger. After 15 minutes or so, we walked back. Played with a few random sticks on the way. And that was that, a good rainy walk with minimal people around. Outside of that uppity dog, it was a resounding success

Not sure why. My house is a fairly new build (built in 2018) and it’s not particularly photogenic. We only have one tree and it’s kinda dinky right now. But I guess my house was the most magical place for this couple. It seemed like she said yes.

Anyways if you want the footage I got it on my doorbell cam.

a handful of years ago, i (30m) was really into the SCA (medieval recreation, my husband was a fencer and we went to fighting practice every week, but he's working a bit more now so we haven't been in a while). honestly it was the best thing that's ever happened to me. i loved the dressing up, the events, the arts and crafts, watching people beat the crap out of each other with sticks, everything.

one of the most amazing parts of it though was all the people i was able to meet; we got essentially adopted into a family of the most incredible 60 year old woman (who i'll call M) who somehow seems to know everybody. [crazy side note: my husband grew up 2 states away. the woman who got him into the SCA? she used to be babysat by M decades ago. talk about coincidences.]

however the point of the story is that we went to an event one time, and M introduced us to a young couple around my husband's and my age. should point out at this part that we have wanted kids for a long time, but we're "blessed" with the "opportunity" to "wait for financial stability" (i.e we're gay, can't just go for it). so this awesome couple has a 1 and some year old girl and a baby boy with them. all four of them have the brightest red hair, and the the little girl (A) has the most incredible curls. like nothing you've ever seen before. i also happen to have curly red hair, but definitely not to her level.

A can't really talk much yet, but i happened to have brought a chess set box that coincidentally had a bunch of steven universe toys from like maybe 10 years ago still in it, and her mother was ecstatic because they watch it together. A and i hit it off immediately. i pretend to teach her chess. she is well behaved enough not to eat the pieces.

so i get tasked with babysitting at this event! i absolutely love it, husband and I had the time of our lives. the parents are so so relieved to finally get some time to themselves to enjoy their hobbies and that's all i could ever ask for.

cue the next event, we see them again! this is a while later, and A is now 2, and is definitely capable of speech. it seems to take her a while to realize it's me but the second her mom reminds her she's literally already jumping into my lap. she's a very affectionate and attention-needing toddler, and her little brother is now able to crawl, so husband and i are back on babysitting duty x2 while their parents get some much needed rest and fun with everyone else.

we meet maybe 2 more times, one of them a camping trip, before my our hiatus from the SCA but during that time some highlights of many are:

- her insisting that I put on her shoes, even though her mother is in the process of bending down to do so

- her and i spending 20 entire minutes picking out beads and putting them into my little hip pouch (we visit that table 3 more times at her insistence later)

- me carrying her around almost everywhere and no less than half a dozen people in an hour asking if she's mine and being certain we're related ("honestly i don't even know where her parents are") ((you'd be surprised how not concerning a phrase like that is in a place like that XD))

- her wanting me to take her to the park we were camping next to first thing in the morning and then several more times throughout the day

- me encouraging her to make friends with other 2 year olds at the park, watching her successfully do it

- her calling me "her best friend"

- her cheering on my husband during the fighting tournament

- her and her brother (who can suddenly walk very fast) being so so sleepy in the cold morning but immediately coming over to our camp before their parents are even up and plopping themselves right down into my and my husband's laps around the fire

just sort of missing her and everything about the SCA today. i hope she remembers me if we meet again lol!

My room was much like an empty server room, so i went to a local plant nursery down my lane to buy something green.

I went to a local plant nursery and told the guy working there to give me whatever requires the least amount of human intelligence to keep alive. he handed me a money plant in a small ceramic pot, he said, sir, water it once a week. do nothing else. impossible to kill.

Paid 150 rupees, walked home feeling like a responsible adult, put it on the windowsill.

day one and two went great. plant just sat there looking green.

day four, i wake up, make chai, walk past the window, and notice one leaf has a pale yellowish spot near the tip, instead of ignoring it like a normal person, my brain immediately enters full panic mode. it's 7 in the morning and Im on google searching things like why is leaf tip lighter and plant root rot symptoms.

it has been four days since. the yellow spot is still there. the plant has done absolutely nothing else, but i now stare at it suspiciously every time i walk into the room.

So I have this habit of going to the roof of my house and just walk around talking to myself. I don't know why but this really helps me clear my head and make rational decisions and I sure as hell can't do this in my room or any other place in my house without being heard. The night air and some amount of solitude makes 100 times better.

There's also a swing there so I also use it to clear my head.

Anyway my house is also joined to another house (I can go to the roof of that house easily if try without jumping).

I always look around to make sure that no one is around so I can just stay in peace and I did that day as well.

There were no people and I really needed to get some things out of my chest so I began to rant to the air. I was also making intense hand signs (the ones you make unconsciously while talking) and well in the middle of that a granma who lives in that house came to the roof (of her house) to do something (I don't really remember what she did maybe to pick up some cloths).

And I didn't notice her as I was too busy ranting to myself then after who knows how long of her being there she knowingly coughed (kind of cough you give instead of saying "I am right here dumbass") and after hearing that I saw that she was there doing something my socially awkward ass hid myself behind this structure that was there and waited for her to go away (as I was not done ranting to the air).

I guess after 5 minutes I gave up, took my awkward ass downstairs and she probably noticed that I was hiding instead of going downstairs for 5 minutes (I know it doesn't sound long but well trust me it felt like the (one of the) longest 5 minutes of my life.

I pulled into my driveway after a long commute right as a heavy downpour started. Instead of unbuckling and sprinting inside to stay dry, I turned off the engine, left the radio silent, and just sat there in the dark listening to the rain drumming against the windshield.

It felt like a peaceful little isolation chamber. By the time the rain eased up, the stress from the workday was completely gone.

just had a great evening. steak dinner. good times.
i upset my dinners companions by waving at people from the cab we were in.
i got nothing but smiles and I made the cabbie laugh out loud twice...mortified them.

i haven't heard the end of what an embarrassment i am.

Imma keep being me.

I was driving home late from work one night and it was raining and I had my music turned up. I was driving through a small town when I noticed the flashing lights behind me. I started to pull to the side of the road. I seriously don’t know why but for some reason I thought the cop behind me was an ambulance, I waited for the “ambulance” to pass me and when it obviously didn’t I assumed that it was turning somewhere else or it already was where it needed to be. So I kept driving and after a few minutes I saw the lights behind me again and that’s when my dumbass finally realized that it was a cop. He immediately asked if I was running from him but when I explained to the cop that I thought he was an ambulance he looked at me as if it were my first day on earth. Long story short he gave me a warning for running and a fat ticket for speeding. Definitely not my finest moment 😭

Chasing my cat around the house for funsies as usual, she slows down so I can give her bongos and takes off again. We race out to the living room and I've got her almost cornered. My genius cat jumps on the treadmill and runs for her life.. as i stand there smiling. Took her a few seconds to realise she was going nowhere. She keeps trotting and gives me that cat side eye we all know and love. Made my morning lol

I buy milk in 2L plastic containers and keep some in the freezer. Occasionally when I have thawed them they split and the milk is wasted. So' several months ago I bought a 2L plastic milk jug for the milk if another container split. Not one has split since I bought the jug. Not one