Me (a woman) & my husband (a man) want to attend the upcoming Pride festival events (particularly the lesbian ones) as his birthday is coming up during the celebrations (we are both straight) we are hoping to meet a woman there even though she would be lesbian as a present for him (I might kiss the girl but I'm into girls myself as it would be for my husband)...
So I told a female coworker what we want to do & she says go to a straight bar or nightclub instead as going to a lesbian event when it's for my husband would be inappropriate & not for straight couples looking for their lesbian unicorn....I say so what....we can do what we want....we just want to party & have fun & a little action while we're at it.
Your ass is at least 2.5 x the size of my skull and you want to fit into a standard size bus seat right next to me? Good luck to me. I'm so done for.
That was something. It felt like a lifetime of experience. Every moment effortless and truly special. Never had I felt like this. We could have spent eternity together. There still wouldn't be enough time. I couldn't begin to explain how extraordinarily sorry I am or how much you meant to me. I guess that's the thing about.. I don't know where the hell I am now. You will never read this, but whatever you think or feel, please know If there is such a thing, you were it for me. I lived every moment with you. I regret that there is any doubt about our experience. I regret this in every cell.
I feel anxious. Watching a dear coworker put on a brave cheery face. But I can start to see the bruises blooming from overwork. The imbalanced relationship is wearing on them. They reassure they’re fine and it won’t last. I used to be in a similar relationship with work. it lasted years. I remember how I thought, the choices I made and how much it cost me in the end. Only a doormat welcomes being walked all over.
Apparently 38 years old isn't as agile as 9. My ankles were mostly fine while I was playing soccer with my nephew... until the next day when I badly sprained one just walking down a path.
I've been reflecting on relationships these days. I'm not in one and I'm coming to terms with the realization that I won't ever be in one. As I age out of the era of one-night stands (which sucks because sex is awesome), I am okay to be single. While I like the idea of love, I am not sure whether I'm built for the compromises that demand it. And I like my own bed to myself as I'm a light sleeper. Occasionally, I'm a bit sad that it wasn't in the cards for me. There was a time where I really thought it might be possible, but I couldn't find anyone fearless enough to fight for being together. Nobody thought I was worth the effort, I suppose. That is what is sad.
I find myself compelled to do the same things again and again hoping for different results. Yes, I know what they say. Insanity. Like being stuck in a roundabout with nowhere to turn off and going back the way I came. I want to be different, to an extent. Is that the problem? I’m not willing to change enough? To build a new road out. Where would it even go? Or do I go off road? What does that even mean?
I’m now at a point in my life where I’ve reached that stage of outliving friends, childhood friends, and my friend’s parents. Life takes on new meaning now. Literally my friend went on vacation, broke his back surfing, came back a paraplegic and then died. I’m a space cadet and my mind is preoccupied and not present. I’m forgetting basics, my mind scattered. A woman yelled at me in a public washroom because I forgot to flush the toilet before she entered the stall. I apologized immediately and felt embarrassed. Try not to blow up when you perceive you’ve been wronged. Maybe people are thinking about someone’s fatal concussion or throat cancer and are preoccupied. Life can literally end tomorrow and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s scary and sobering.
Yes, that's what I want. I'm hiding from the sun. I don't like it being sunny all that much, especially when it's over 25 C. I miss the luxury of a basement.
I'm pretty sure I'm from some other time. I feel a tad discombobulated in this reality. I think I met a fellow time traveler but she's married now, so I should really just go back in time to try and woo her...but somehow I don't know how to do that.