So we go on two dates and they were great and then all of the sudden 180 I feel friend zoned. All my friends think he likes me but their supposed to say that... I just am confused I guesss .
My best friend is having sex with my crush downstairs right now
I want to clear all the confusion in my life. I want to understand my priorities. I want to forget my crush who said no. I want to focus on my studies...opinions please...
Aw remember when you had a crush on that one person in highschool and you did everything for them cause you knew one day they would recognize your feelings were different for them than most of the population in school. Remember you passed up that chance to *bump uglies* trying to be different than the rest of the people who they usually date? Remember it all worked out in the end... oh wait... confused a memory with a fantasy right there. Lets see umm... They randomly vanished and stopped talkkng to me... I blamed myself constantly wondering what I did wrong... Got angry when I thought about them feeling they abandon me. Realized I was an idiot and thought back to that chance and wish I had ****ed them. Yet still I think of them after telling myself Im over it. I mean if it was suppose to happen then it would have? Even when you know that do you still wonder?
It hurts like shit that when you feel like you are just a fuckin nothing to your damn bitchy friends after what you've done for them. I HATE THEM. I feel OP whenever Im with them. I feel like I'm just good for nothing. I HATE THEM.
I am really really into this girl who I used to know, and we recently started snapchating and fuuuuuuck😍😛😛 she is hot but I don't know how to tell her how I feel bout her
You don't get friend-zoned because you're too nice, it's simply because the person you like is not interested or attracted to you. It had nothing to do with you so do yourself a favor and stop playing the victim.
Every now and then I fantasize about her. I don't choose them: those fantasies just strike me out of the blue. And I can't help it. We're the same age, 31. We met in highschool and became friends. Nothing ever happened between us. No sexual tension or anything like that. A year and a half ago, we had a fight, and stop talking to each other. (A fight over something so childish: I couldn't make it to her 30th birthday party and she got angry at me). Things got back to normal six months later, more or less. But while we were apart, I began to view her in a different way. After all, we had "stopped being friends". I noticed her tight, petite body... Her long, dark, wavy hair... Her small, perky tits... I spent lots of Saturday nights jerking off to her Facebook pics, thinking I was doing something kind of wrong, behaving like a total loser, afraid and excited at the same time by the idea that she could find out what I was feeling... She would feel grossed out, or laugh at me, or force me to worship her... No way anything like that can ever take place. But she's single and lonely, and grew sort of bitter towards love (we have that in common, I must add), and I won't mind if she fucks me out of pity, boredom, heartache, self-loath, meaningless fun or whatever. There are plenty of scenes I make up in my mind. Here's one: we are at a party with all of our friends. They are all either engaged or married. Some of them joke about us as a possible couple. I almost cum in my pants, she feels slightly embarrassed. We drink and get tipsy. People starts to leave. I'm the last one staying (the party was given at her house). I offer myself to give a hand and clean up. One thing leads to another. We end up in bed. Bad sex is still better than no sex at all. We never thought this could ever happen. We are more resigned than genuinely attracted. Both of us think we could have deserved more. But here we are: she's settling for the nerd guy he friendzoned in highschool, and I'm taking as much as I can from the girl who used to tell me, over almost 15 years, how every guy who dated her turned out to be an asshole, without never seeing me as a man. We wake up silently, in regret, pretending nothing has ever happened. Or at least that's what she does, and I decide to do the same. It doesn't seem the right time to confess that I was jerking off to her long before that night. Well, that's all for the moment. Sort of wall-of-text, but I needed to write ir down, hoping that somebody will read me. I feel a little relieved. Thank you.
When you meet people who show interest in you and all randomly dont talk to you anymore
I'm going sailing in a group for a week with my ex, I think we are in good terms becuase I'm still going to his house for a week straight after.... (We planned that ages ago).