I confess I am still in love with someone 10 or 11 years later. Haven't seen/spoken to this person since then.. but somehow they've been in my mind and heart forever..and counting. I cannot confess to anyone, so I will confess here. Maybe they will come back into town for the holidays to see family, and maybe we will see each other? Maybe he is thinking of me too? His last words still ring in my head... "we will never be okay".. But maybe time has healed those wounds? ...Sigh
Confession part: I’m a straight female in my 40s that hasn’t had sex in several years. Online dating isn’t for me. Help wanted part: I work in a female-dominated industry (90%+ female, with queer women overly represented). This would be a dream come true if I were the latter, but I am not. Does anyone have any tips on where (hobbies, professions, etc.) there are too many straight or bi men? I need to go there and soak in some testosterone. I’m started to get a skewed perception of Vancouver from my bubble.
I had to buy an expensive item ($1999.99) and I used emotion to swing the price down to $1500 tax in with free delivery. On one hand, proud of myself, on the other hand, manipulation of a human is not what I’m about.
I haven't taken my shirt off in public before because I'm hairy. I'd love to during summer but I haven't found a way to accept the enormous amount of looks I'd get. I don't get out much but I haven't seen any hairy dudes walkin' around the city with their shirts off.
I don't like any nuttiness in my beers. The minute a beer maker says that I'm going to get a taste of nuttiness from roasted nuts, I cringe. I like having them separate - nuts in a bowl on one hand and a beer in the other. No innuendo.
Why do I need the vaccine? I have no job and I am at home 24/7. Getting a vaccine to protect myself from....myself....doesn't seem to make sense. My Mental Health is declining. How do people deal with being alone all the time? I've resorted to Twitch for some type of human contact which kinda helps. There's too many people on there who are selling their bodies for me to give a fuck about them. Porn is too available in the world and because there's profit in it no one see's the bad side. Blinded they are. Well, It's going to be a lonely 6-8 months inside for me and a bunch of others.
I just don’t feel comfortable sharing my address, birthdate, driver’s license number, and personal health number with people at every restaurant, sporting event or movie theatre I may go to. All it takes is for one of them to misuse my information to cause a ton of identity theft issues. Prior to the pandemic I would have to show my ID less than a handful of times per year. Now it could be that many times or more in a week. Seeing the Lions or Canucks or whatever latest movie just isn’t worth having to now show ID first.
Hopefully this doesn’t stay in place for more than a year.
This last week I spoke to more new people than I have in the entire last 18 months. It was truly a great week of eye contact, smiles, laughs, support and kindness. My life has been a barren desert so the simple act of meeting new people has been like winning the lottery. And I discovered something very interesting: there is a reason that I like certain people’s cadence and energy. After some simple digging, it turns out that we have done the same things, and like the same things, almost identical things. It’s true, you can enter the room as strangers and emerge at the end of the night as friends. I just wanted to send out there positive vibes and a massive thanks to people who are open and who continue to embrace life and connection!
So I've voted in every Canadian election since I could vote...and this is the very first year I just didn't think I could do it. The candidates in my riding range from the totally corrupt to the fishy cocktail-climate-change crowd - and none of them seem real. Then, I saw Trudeau getting heckled by a sexist ant-vaxxer jerk and things just got super clear: I'm gonna just vote, for a party that I think can actually win, because I have good friends and family who work in health care, and am just soo soo tired of them risking their lives to help those who are somehow too scared, or too unstable, to help themselves.
there was a person i texted with for months before meeting them because of distance. everyday. lengthy conversations often. i thought i meant something to them and greatly looked forward to meeting, it was wonderful when i did except for the part where they weren't interested in me romantically. we still texted everyday. i don't know why they did that just as i don't know why i kept replying. things happened, we stopped talking. i can't help but feel stupid and used. stupid for knowing better, used for that they never cared. you live and you learn but some bruises are worse than others. at least the rain is beautiful, healing.