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5 Things Guys Will Never Admit To
Guys are funny creatures. Where women wear their hearts and emotions on their sleeves, men have a tendency to keep feelings and habits more hidden. I am not trying to stereotype at all, I am just speaking from my 34 years of life and the many men I have grown up with and met along the way. It could be something as silly as admitting to watching chick flicks to something more personal like how often they cry, but either way men rarely offer this information on a platter for all to know. It's hard enough to get basic truthful facts out of some men let alone possibly embarrassing personal confessions. Well guess what my lovely male specimens, Jus L'amore is here to enlighten the women of the world of the adorable little secrets you hold so close to your heart.
Jus L'amorePublished 6 years ago in HumansDon't Be An Idiot Like Me: Part One
Hi, my name is Annie. This is probably one of the decent pictures of me I could find, but that's not really the point. I'm here to tell you how much of an idiot I am.
Reverse Harem (Pt.1)
Some people will say that my life was pretty great. I have an A-average in high school, a college degree, currently a working girl at The Smoothie Shack, oh and most importantly, somehow I manage to get every guy in Seaside Heights, New Jersey on my arm. Yeah, everyone says that I have it all, and nearly everything I can ever want! I guess that is true; to them at least. I was never really anything special to look at. But still, I do not see how all of this attention is a good thing. In fact, it drives me crazy. The last thing I want to do is to get caught up in other people’s feelings, but lately, it seems that the only feelings I am getting caught up in are my own…
Robyn WelbornePublished 6 years ago in HumansOnline Dating to Online Don't-ing
Listen. I tried the Tinder thing. I did the Bumble thing, the Hinge thing, and Plenty of Fish in the Sea or whatever the hell, too. I had profiles on any and all that I could download for free. I even did Bumble-BFF.
Taylor BelmerPublished 6 years ago in HumansOne Blanket to Rule Them All
I'd never contemplated this question or issue until about a month ago; when sleeping with a partner, is it better to use one shared blanket or two separate? From my research, I found positives and negatives for both, but they almost always come out even. That being said, I suppose it depends on the couple and should be tackled on a case-by-case basis. That being said, in the case of my boyfriend and I, I would have to say the pros for sharing a blanket far outweigh the cons.
Jennifer RPublished 6 years ago in HumansMy Shoe's Tinder: A Complex Truth
November 2016 saw the American people decide their 45th President. Across the atlantic, a heartbroken, semi-functional 21-year-old drama student with the emotional intelligence of a swan fighting a bin made an equally profound decision. In the third year of university—when I wasn’t stealing condiments from house parties, drinking £3 bottles of merlot five times a week, or showing my testicular surgical scar to my housemates—I was making healthy and mature decisions about my adult life. One of these healthy and mature decisions involved making a Tinder account for my shoe. It seemed like a funny idea at the time, and it would mask the pain. "Oh, Luke?" I imagined someone saying to someone else. "He's the guy who made a Tinder account for his shoe!" "That guy sounds really fun and cool. I would like to meet him. Maybe he'll have some advice about never being hurt." This was a fool-proof plan towards a healthy and mature lifestyle, and no one could prove otherwise.
Luke SmithPublished 6 years ago in HumansLiving Alone
Even as a child I was soothed by having a place for everything and everything being in its place. In my own room, at least. The rest of the house was a fuddle of papers, books, crumbs and wellington boots.
Deanne AdamsPublished 6 years ago in HumansOnly Human
Rows were filled with people. Everyone settled into their seats. A few people talked. Not in a rude way. Probably in a respectful way, saying something about George. The first row was sparsely occupied by a few people, all in tears, all hunched over, quietly sobbing to themselves. They didn't seem too focused on the crying though. They seemed to be either learning how to bottle it and hide it or trying to get it all out of their system. They were thinking about the speech. That's what it's called, right? The eulogy comes later? They save that for a family member or loved one, surely? Or do we call it a eulogy even if it's from the guy who only learnt of George after death, and probably has all he knows about the man summed up in cliff notes in his pocket to learn beforehand. Yeah, I'd say that's the case. It'd be weird to say the minister gave a speech on George. It makes it seem like it's accompanied by PowerPoint slides and a brief Q&A. Eulogy sounds better.
Joel JacksonPublished 6 years ago in HumansNightmare Online Dates
When I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me with a fifty year old actress from the Big Bang Theory, I packed his things and started dating again because ain't nobody got time for that. I found myself overwhelmed by the plethora of dating apps at my disposal, it felt like when I'm at the grocery store and I'm in front the hundreds of thousands of pressed juices and I'm having a micro anxiety attack over what vitamins and minerals I need. I ended up downloading the most popular apps and began my search for the guy I could wear matching shirts with and take cute Instagram pics.
Rose vasquezPublished 7 years ago in HumansA Definitive Ranking of All of My Tinder Encounters from Best to Worst
This is going to be so long, and I'm not even sorry. I'm not going to lie to you. When I end a rocky relationship (like I did exactly 2 months ago,) I go off the rails. I go to bars, I mess around, and I'm a firm believer in a swift rebound... or maybe several swift rebounds. (Sorry, Mom. I know you're reading this, but maybe you should click out because this one is going to be ethically messy.) I'm going to guess that I've met up with Tinder boys way more often than the average person, but I mean... That's life, y'know? My number one "love language" is words of affirmation, and let me tell you, there is no better place than Tinder to find just that. Sure, the guys are full of shit, and sure, they don't actually ever mean a damn word they say, (If I heard one more, "lol yeah it's 8 inches," I was going to lose my fucking mind.) But if I ever get tired of being called cute and beautiful and pretty and hot and gorgeous, perform an exorcism on me because I am possessed.
Shelby TaylorPublished 7 years ago in HumansThe Time a Stranger Asked me for Boy Advice on a Bus
This is a tale that tells about the single most social thing that has happened to me whilst traveling at 18. On an about five or six hour bus ride, a girl just randomly asked me for boy advice. Here's some context:
Calder Amos-WoodPublished 7 years ago in HumansTrials and Tribulations of Tinder
Tinder... You either love it or you hate it. Now some people act like Tinder is for the mere peasants of the working class. "I wouldn't be seen dead on it." Well fortunately for you, Clarissa, you can survive on your sugar daddy's monthly wage. Us working class girls gotta do what we can to salvage a decent man from the cess pit of dick pics.
Joëlle Sarah OliviaPublished 7 years ago in Humans