theres this kid i work with that used to live in my old neighborhood. i never talked to him before he started working with me. long story short, we grew close. he was like my little baby (even though he's only four years younger). anyway, we hooked up and i feel so bad about it. my friend keeps assuring me that the age of consent is 17, BUT STILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!
The idea of a threesome never really turned me on. It's always been really weird and a bit disgusting to me. Like I don't care if other people do it, but I never wanted that. But lately I've developed a bit of a crush on one of my friends- and the feeling is mutual. She lives in another country, and we talked about visiting each other someday, at which point she and her boyfriend offered to let me stay with them if I should visit her. Then she mentioned that her boyfriend is really into the idea of a threesome with another bisexual girl and he thinks I'm cute. She seems to be mildly interested, too. And suddenly the idea of a threesome isn't looking so bad. Though I'll admit that I much prefer the idea of having sex with her and just making her boyfriend watch.
expectation hurts, don't expect too much :(
when your friends are so excited for your 21st birthday because you can finally drink along with them. Like yeah I wanna know how Bourbon tastes like I'm too intrigued.
I'm sorry... I don't think I could get over you... Not that fast anyway, I mean how could I... The things you told me you never think about... When you said I should just let go cause you were unsure about your future... Because you wanted the best for me too... And you at the time wasn't prepared.. Of course I couldn't asked for you then... I totally respected your decision... But now... Seeing you prepare a lot for the future... Putting a lot of thoughts to it... Even preparing yourself for marriage... I know it's not for me... But don't expect me to get over you... Not now anyway...
my sister is dating my friend and now i feel very uncomfortable around that friend yet we've been friends since early childhood, I don't know what to do
I hate that I can't have someone I can be personal with; I can be that to someone, but it is hard to find that for myself. I would like someone that I can talk to where I can say what is on my mind and express my feelings fully. I can give that in return. A therapist, is just too much money.
PLEASE STAWP!!! My friend has been rambling on via text about her boyfriend for the past hour and I’m barely even replying. At first it was because I was driving so I would only reply at a redlight but then it started to go on and on and on. If I don’t reply after a minute or two she’ll just keep going. When I try to change the subject she’ll just ignore everything I said and keep going on and on about it. I haven’t replied to her messages for 3 minutes and she’s already sent 13 of them. I’ll go reply haha or some one word answer and she’ll still force the subject for another 50 messages. Eventually I get tired of it because I just don’t care so i’ll leave her on read and she’ll still keep going. It’s getting on my nerves. I do not care. It is of no interest to me. If I don’t reply it’s because I don’t want to be apart of the conversation it doesn’t mean send me 30 messages. Yesterday she was rambling on about instagram which I don’t even use. After the 1st 10 minutes I ended up falling asleep. I woke up a few hours later to over 100 messages most of which were her going on about Instagram and then she changed the subject to some video she saw then went back to rambling about Instagram. I did not reply to any of it within that time I was asleep. It’s getting crazy I don’t know what else to do. You woule think she would get the hint after no reply for multiple hours to almost a hundred messages. GET A CLUE
I don't like it when people play jokes on me is this a confession?
All my friends started turning their backs on me because I simply didn't agree with them, and because I opened myself up to them about being weak. People whom I've trusted for decades over are leaving me in mere moments. I hate myself, and I hate that I am unable to simply walk away from this without any negative feelings.