I (22F) have been in a secret relationship with my boss, Laura (38F), for almost a year. She’s married to a man but doesn’t love him—she’s said she only stays with him to keep up appearances and avoid coming out. I know you'll judge for dating someone who's married, but Laura has cheated on him 2 times with other men before—their relationship is ruined anyway. I believed her when she said she loved me, and I was willing to put up with the secrecy because I thought we had something special.

Though, she was only affectionate and sweet to me in the beginning. After a while, I felt like she only wanted sex. She never texted me, never spent time with me unless we were fucking and never even talked to me most of the time.

Recently, everything blew up. One of our coworkers, Matt (30M), saw Laura and me kissing in her car during a lunch break. I had no idea he was spying on us, but apparently, he took a photo. He went straight to Laura. He told her he would send the picture to her husband unless I agreed to sleep with him.

Laura didn’t tell me about this right away. She kept it to herself for a couple of days, acting distant and weird. When she finally brought it up, I thought she was going to say she’d handled it or that we’d go to HR. Instead, she told me about Matt’s threat and casually said, “I think you should just go along with it.”

I was stunned. At first, I thought I misheard her, but she repeated it. She said, “It’s just one time. It’s not like you have to enjoy it. He’ll delete the photo, and everything will go back to normal.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I asked her how she could even suggest something like that, and she got defensive, saying, “Do you understand what’s at stake here? My marriage, my job, my reputation—I can’t let this get out. It’s not fair, but this is the easiest way to fix it.”

That was it for me. I told her we were done. She tried to guilt me, calling me selfish. When I told her she was the selfish one, she laughed at me and told me that I could think whatever I want.

I told her to leave, repeated that I was breaking with her, but she didn't even give a shit. She just asked me if we could have sex one more time. I refused, but she kept going at it and tried to kiss me, that's when I slapped her and told her to fuck off. She told me that she would fire me and left.

I feel beyond stupid.

TL;DR: I (22F) dated a married woman, that's also my boss (38F). She doesn't love her husband, has already cheated on him with other men a few times. She doesn't want to divorce him and be with me because of her reputation.

One of our coworkers took a picture of us kissing and threatened to send it to her husband, unless I have sex with him. She told me that I should do it, I got mad and broke up with her. Ended up slapping her, when she tried to force me into having sex one last time.

So, this happened around 2007-ish. I was renting a room in a shared house in Dublin, Ireland. Back then wifi was a thing but not as widely popular as it is today (at least where I lived), and smartphones were at their infancy.

So we had this unique internet dongle, where you need to plug the ethernet cable into your (bulky) laptop, placed in the living room.

So, one evening I was feeling frisky, as my 3 housemates were away for the weekend, and start beating my monkey in the living room to some porn.

All of a sudden, the main door opens, and my female housemate quickly enters the living room, giving me barely the time to realise what was happening.

She stares at me with my willie in my hand, shocked.

I tried to find the right thing to say, but my brain only scambled together the sentence "Ah ah! I was masturbating!", and she replies with "I can see that."

I quickly closed my laptop, and avoided any social interaction with the other housemates, and left a couple of weeks after.

tl;dr I masturbated in the living room, only to be caught by my shocked female housemate.

Today I accidentally had sex with my boss and his wife at the company Christmas party. I was so drunk and I texted my girlfriend how hot I think she is and I accidentally sent it to my boss instead because he sent me a text about how good we all worked this year.

I didn't even know until my colleague said I had replied to all. I guess I was so drunk I just decided to own it and then my bosses wife was at the bar and the DJ was so loud they were trying to be an aeroplane. And the bosses wife let's call her Sue, she said something and I didn't hear so I leant in closer and then we were kissing and it was so dark I guess no one noticed.

I don't remember much after that but actually I think it's OK to be in love with people you work with I mean we spend so much time with them. Sue and her husband were so kind and in the end I walked the last few stops and I guess I can sleep it off in the morning and get tested and call a lawyer and delete my account.

TLDR: I got drunk at the Christmas party and had too much sex with my wife and his boss.

My friend is wanting to be a veterinarian so she is always going to the Vet’s office. I thought today she just scheduled something because it happens often enough, except I forgot it was her night to work. Looking back, that should’ve been obvious to me…but I didn’t think twice. We finished a test, she finished first and left. I called her to see if she was free and she wasn’t, she said she was heading to the Vet. I made the lame overused joke that gasp how dare she, doesn’t she know I want to hang out with her, because it’s a joke we usually make to each other about various things. She seemed a little off on the phone, but I figured she may have just been busy and let her go. Well, I checked my text messages this evening, turns out her dog needed emergency surgery. She had texted this before that phone call. I’m a A-hole. And I can’t even say I’m sorry because I just realized I didn’t have my contacts synced properly (she texted in a group that is supposed to go through do not disturb, I messed up and didn’t have the settings on right) and I may be going through her do not disturb. I am such a f-ing d-ck.

TL;DR I made a sarcastic joke about how dare a friend not hang out with me to go to the vet (she wants to be a vet), didn’t realize her dog is having emergency surgery.

I really love drawing pornographic images and I take pride in how high quality my work is. I ain't the best, but I sure do like what I do.

Anyways, I was browsing 4chan and downloading hentai to add to my collection so I could better study what makes male and female forms attractive and perfect my work. And I never really put any of the hentai in any folders and just randomly scatter them wherever I feel like. Sometimes I even leave it on my desktop or my download folder cause I don't really care.

Anyways the trouble came when my sister needed my Adobe Software to work on her school projects. I let her go ham and have full access to anything on my PC just so she could get her work done.

But a few days later after she finished her project, I noticed she was a little depressed and quiet. "Man, I wonder what's her problem."

Anyways, I went back to my computer to draw some more porn. But then I saw that her project file was right next to my two Japanese girls jerking each other's penises in a steamy bathhouse.

"Oh... Well alright then!"

"Man, I should really be ashamed of myself" I thought.

But then I remembered I was off my meds and tried to kill myself three times.

And I guess I didn't really care anymore.

And I figured that I'd either live to see 120 yrs old, or I'd off myself by the time I'm in my mid-twenties.

So it was all good I guess. It doesn't really matter at all.

TLDR: Carelessly defaced my computer with hentai, sister traumatized by everything she saw.

TL:DR I poured water into my ear thinking it was a good idea and I am sorely mistaken

I gave myself swimmer's ear to try to clean out my right ear canal and ruin my hearing for a bit. My right ear for some reason, always produces a lot of ear wax and I thought "hey, what if I put some water into it this soften it up and get it out" and I did just that by putting some water in my ear. It is fair to say that my mistake here was bad because I just messed with my own hearing. Now I'm just going to have to lay down or sit at desk until I can get this water out or my ear actually kind of corrects itself. I really did f****** my own hearing today by my absolutely non-consequential mistake that was basically the final straw for my ear for the next few days. This sucks

Sorry for bad formatting, I am just using a phone

I (28F) grew up in an isolated Alaskan village. I think my upbringing is significant in leading up to the main course of this post because as I’ve navigated adulthood in the “real world” I’ve realized there are a lot of culturally significant things that have either just gone over my head, I don’t understand, or I’ve never even heard of.

So here it is!

Typically when I try to explain my home to people from the continental US, they have a hard time conceptualizing it, so bear with me as I mansplain rural Alaska. It was small, and it was isolated. There were 25 students in my high school. 7 in my graduating class, including me (and we were one of the bigger classes), and half of them I was related to, another good chunk I was distantly related to. Everyone asks how you date and the answer is you either don’t or you wait until strangers come from out of town on their fishing trips. It was basically unheard of for people there to have wifi at home until like 2010. I got my first cell phone when I went to college at 18 because our village didn’t have cell service. We had one radio channel we could pick up for some reason, but nobody listened to it because it was boring af and the reception was in and out anyways.

This is not to say I was never exposed to ANY pop culture, I was just exposed to a pretty watered down version of it. For some comparison, I visited my hometown a couple months ago and asked my cousin (27F) if she liked Chappell Roan and she had never even heard of her. The point is, pop culture goes over my head sometimes. Sometimes I feel like a martian. I watched Fight Club for the first time last month and it was WILD! My friends couldn’t believe I had first: never seen it, and second: hadn’t had it spoiled for me yet. My lack of knowledge around pop culture could, however, also just be a me thing because even compared to my peers growing up, I was a spacey, head in the clouds kind of motherfucker.

Getting back to the point, I hadn’t even heard of Dolly Parton until she appeared on Hannah Montana and even for years after that my understanding of her was basically “well they did that sitcom clap thing when she came on screen so apparently she’s someone”. Even to this day when I hear “Dolly Parton” my brain goes to Dolly Varden, the trout. I’m still not sure whether Dolly Parton named herself after the fish or what. Is that her real name or is it a stage name?

Returning to the subject, I’m pretty sure that I even remember someone in high school asking who Dolly Parton is. I heard my first Dolly song at a karaoke bar in Utah when I was 25. Over the years, after moving out of my hometown, I started to gather that people liked her, but I didn’t know the extent of it. I had heard of Dollywood, but I thought it was a nickname for like Nashville or something. As in Dolly is country, Nashville is like country Hollywood right? It's a good pun. I appreciate the creativity. I think it was like last year or something that I finally learned that Dollywood is a real, totally serious place.

So when I started dating my boyfriend (28M) and saw that he had a Dolly air freshener in his bathroom, a young photo of her saved on his phone, getting excited every time she comes up, saying if he had to be on a deserted island with 100 of one person he would choose Dolly, and saying he used to have a huge crush on her, I started to think he was obsessed with her.

This is what I knew about Dolly: she was famous, she was a feminist, she was glamorous, and she had big boobs.

I thought it was like a Marylin Monroe thing but now I’m even scared to say that, because maybe I don’t understand who Marylin Monroe is either.

I kept to myself how weirded out I was by my boyfriend’s Dolly stuff because I understand that people have celebrity crushes and to a certain extent I knew that people really liked her but again, she wasn’t much different to me than any other celebrity. I thought (because of the boobs) she was considered a sex icon. I started wondering if he was wanking off to her because of the pictures in his phone and in the bathroom (I only recently learned it’s an air freshener because it lost its scent by the time we met so to me it just looked like a picture of Dolly in the bathroom).

I can understand why you would read this and judge the shit out of me. I just didn’t know! If you don’t really understand who Dolly Parton is, it looks weird right?

The other day my boyfriend’s friend called him to tell him about someone his friend’s girlfriend knows going to Dollywood. To me it looked like this: my boyfriend is so obsessed with this celebrity (and I suspect he may wank off to her) that his friends are calling him about anything related to her. I got mad. We had an argument. He didn’t think his Dolly stuff was weird, to me it was. Today he told me he would delete the photo of Dolly in his phone, but he definitely looked like he was judging the shit out of me

I told a couple friends about it (who did grow up in the continental US so they understand the Dolly significance in American culture a lot better than I do) and they agreed that my boyfriend’s stuff was a bit much.

After the discussion with my boyfriend today, I went to meet up with my research project group and saw that one of the girls had a Dolly sticker on her water bottle and I remembered she also had one on her laptop so I asked her about it. I told her that I have some understanding that people like Dolly, but I was starting to think that my understanding of it was just scratching the surface. Boy did she fill me in.

Jesus Christ have I been under a rock. There are RELIGIONS?? Multiple?? People are INTO Dolly! Dolly is apparently way bigger than I think I will ever understand. I didn’t know she was an actress. I thought she just made cameos. I didn’t know she had movies. I thought she was considered a sex icon. I feel like a psycho bitch for making a fuss about it with my boyfriend. At the same time though, my friends (whose opinions I very much value and who grew up in a more traditional American environment) told me that my boyfriend did seem obsessed. Personally, I feel like celebrity worship in general is weird regardless of who they are but different strokes for different folks I guess? I don't know! Is it weird or is it normal?

TL;DR I didn’t quite know who Dolly Parton was so when I saw photos of her in my boyfriend’s bathroom and phone I thought he was wanking off to her and it lead to an argument.

Ok so, not today but yesterday morning. I went out for a birthday and went drinking (28m) my parents have always been against drugs and drinking of any kind and even think that paracetamol should be prescription. They are a little too religious in my opinion and very stubborn.

So I was getting ready to go drinking. My parents knowing I am going to drink but I am only to have 1 at the most. Which I promised them I would. Myself and all my friends knowing that is a lie. My father told me just before leaving "If you come home drunk, you can sleep in the snow" being winter here. At night the temperature drops to -20 to -30°c.

Fast forward to me waking up on the porch in the morning absolutely freezing with a blanket covering me. I didn't know what happened at this stage so I banged on the door and asked to be let in. My father opens the door and let's me in. He's furious with me.

I ask why I woke up on the ground and says to me "I slept on the couch (which is right next to the front door basically) and i heard you come home in your taxi. Your friends asked if you wanted them to take you inside and you said you didn't want them to wake your mother and I. So you walked to the door and attempted for quite some time to try and stick your key in the key hole but you were so drunk you couldn't get it. Even if you got it, you wouldn't have been able to unlock that door because while you were getting ready. I swapped your house key on your key ring"

A shortened version of what he said cause i dont remember it all. I now have a cold and feel horrible. The only reason he covered me was cause he didn't want me to die. But I was only asleep for about 1.5 hours.

TL;DR I got drunk and my dad decided to teach me a lesson. I don't think I'll drink for a while.

Edit: Only due to alot of your comments so far, I do live alone. Me and my parents are in their home country for a holiday they agreed to pay for so we could all go together and agreed to pay for my expenses aswell. I can't believe I forgot to mention that.

So this happened last night, and I’m still mortified (and slightly amused). I recently bought these motion-activated LED lights for my backyard because I thought it would be nice to have some subtle lighting. Little did I know, I was about to transform my backyard into the hottest feline nightclub in town.

The lights arrived yesterday, and I was waiting to set them up. They're these colorful, rotating disco-ball-style LEDs that I thought would make my backyard look whimsical. I didn’t realize just how intense they were until I switched them on after sunset. My backyard suddenly looked like a scene out of a rave—flashing neon blues, greens, and purples bouncing off every surface.

Then, out of nowhere, my neighbor’s cat, Whiskers, jumped the fence and started rolling around in the flashing lights. I thought, “Sweet,” and didn’t think much of it. Five minutes later, another cat showed up. Then another. Within half an hour, I counted at least seven cats in my yard.

They were all going nuts—chasing the lights, pouncing on shadows, and just vibing. I don’t even know where half of them came from; I only know three cats in the neighborhood by name, and there were clearly some randos crashing this party.

At this point, I realized I might be in trouble because the cats were making quite a bit of noise, and my neighbors have toddlers who were probably trying to sleep. So I tried to shoo them away by clapping and waving a broom. Huge mistake. The cats interpreted this as an invitation to play. One of them literally jumped onto the broom like it was some kind of toy, and another climbed onto my patio furniture to get a better view of the chaos.

In a panic, I turned off the lights, hoping they’d lose interest and leave. Instead, they just... sat there. Staring at me. Judging me. One particularly fluffy gray one even started meowing loudly, like it was demanding an encore.

It took two hours for all the cats to finally leave, and I had to lure the last one out with a slice of turkey. I swear I saw Whiskers looking at me through my bedroom window later, probably plotting his next visit.

TLDR: Bought some motion-activated LED lights, turned my backyard into a rave, accidentally attracted a gang of neighborhood cats who partied for hours and refused to leave.

I have a pretty shitty relationship with him, and today, in a rainy day, just some minutes ago, in more one of my anger attacks, I end punching his pc. We started discussing and probably due some meds he is consuming he stayed flat and even jockingly when I was talking. So first I tore up a letter and forwardly I did the pc thing. It all started about food. I was feeling injuriated by the fact that while I was home with nothing to eat, he was in my aunt's restaurant and don't even remember of bringing something to me eat. He even offered me money to bought something at the bakery next home and I refused, because my desire of not wanting to talk with people/avoid social interactions is too strong. Then he got to his job and i'm here alone. He see all my rages like as an atempt to blame him for the divorce that happened last year. I ended talking about how shitty dad he is and complaining that I never had a real patern figure. I also said I would kill my self too.

TL;DR: TIRFU by crushing my dad's PC and he's (again) treatning to spell me from home and to send me to live with my mom and her husband. I regret what I did and I don't know what's gonna happen next when he finish his job and get home.

TL;DR2: Sorry for bad texting and possible linguistical mistakes, I'm 16 y.o from Brazil and i fucked up.

For years I didn’t shave, I would grab some tissue for more grip and rip any extra hairs until they were all gone like a barbarian, It was my getto version of waxing. I did this with my armpits and my pubes to the pain were I feel little pain doing it now. When my Mom realized I was doing this she offered to buy me a razor and I straight up said I didn’t trust myself with a blade so I asked for an electric razor with guards. First week I Essentially shaved a tiny chunk of my ball, You’d think hearing it jam would alert me but it was only when the razor had blood did I realize. Fast forward to several weeks ago, my razor is getting rusty to i give it one last use and throw it away, my hair grows quickly so I started to stink bad even though I was washing heavily. I asked my mother for a new razor and explained what I done, she was livid. It also came out I was using the same razor for my balls and arms (Didn’t do my face because I want a beard thank god)

You see my razor had a compartment that I can detach the blades and i used it only for cleaning, the thought of using it for replacing damaged blades never crossed my mind, instead of having to pay $25 max for a set she has to pay more for a whole new set. I apologized countlessly and said I was an idiot since it was my first razor.

TLDR: Threw away a $40 razor because it was my first one so i genuinely didn’t consider that I could just replace the blades.

So, this all went down last Friday at our company’s holiday party. The vibe was immaculate: fancy venue, open bar, and a DJ that clearly had a personal vendetta against silence. Naturally, I got a little too cozy with the tequila shots.

Fast forward to midnight, I’m deep in conversation with a coworker about the existential importance of nachos, when my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my boss. She was thanking everyone for coming and reminding us to "party responsibly." Drunk-me thought this was the perfect opportunity to reply with a “witty” comment.

I fired back something along the lines of: “lol don’t worry boss, I’m responsibly getting lit AF.”

But, apparently, that wasn’t enough for my tequila-soaked brain. No, I HAD to send a follow-up message: “You’re honestly the best boss ever. Like, I’d totally storm a medieval castle for you.”

Now, sober-me could’ve stopped there. Drunk-me, however, decided to double down. I sent a GIF of a knight bowing. Yeah, I went full renaissance fair in a corporate text thread.

I woke up the next morning to three dots—the dreaded "typing" indicator. My boss’s response? “Glad you’re having fun. Let’s discuss this on Monday.”

Needless to say, I spent the entire weekend spiraling. Monday rolls around, and I’m summoned to her office. Turns out, she wasn’t mad... but now the entire office refers to me as “Sir Party-a-Lot.”

TL;DR: Drunk-texted my boss during a holiday party, pledged medieval loyalty, and now I’m the office knight in shining awkwardness 😐😐

So, yeah. This happened last night, and I’m still dying of secondhand embarrassment.

For context: I live alone in a small apartment, and I had the brilliant idea to “set the mood” after a long, stressful week. Candles, chill playlist, the works. I was vibing and things were going great. But apparently, I forgot a tiny detail: my smoke detector is ridiculously sensitive.

Mid-“session,” I notice a faint burning smell. Turns out, one of the candles was a little too close to a curtain, and I had to do a naked Olympic sprint to blow it out. Crisis averted—or so I thought. I got back to bed, still trying to salvage the moment, when suddenly: BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The fire alarm starts SCREAMING. I panicked, grabbed a towel (because priorities), and started waving it around like I was signaling a rescue helicopter. Spoiler: it didn’t work. The whole building evacuated, and I had to shuffle outside in a hoodie and boxers while my neighbors gave me the look.

To make matters worse, the fire department showed up. I had to awkwardly explain the “incident” to a very unimpressed firefighter while pretending I totally wasn’t mid-vibe when this happened.

TL;DR: Tried to have a relaxing night, nearly set my apartment on fire, and got publicly humiliated in front of my neighbors. 2/10 experience. Would not recommend.

Okay, it wasn’t today, but just today the bomb has exploded, so I’m only telling it now.

One month ago this girl in my school broke up with her bf over some pretty heavy stuff and they had a fight in the school. My gossipy ass couldn’t not know about what happened so I decided to talk directly to her. We became friends and after two weeks banged and agreed we weren’t telling anyone.

Two days after I’m at a party and my friends says she told people we’d done it but making the story bad for my side, so I tell my side so they know what happened.

I expected the conversation to never leave the room, but apparently one of them spread the story.

After that I continued being friends with her throughout the month and I really liked our friendship, so I opened up to her about some deeply personal matters.

So here am I, relaxed and suddenly this storm of Caps Lock messages come from her absolutely pissed telling I’m as gross as her ex-bf (whom was really creepy and gross) and telling me I should die and that I really fuck everything up (with was something I told her yesterday that is a real insecurity of mine) and that she hates me because I told them. So I tell her that she’d told someone first and she says she didn’t and that I only told my friends bc I honestly thought she had told someone.

Anyways, now she’s rightfully pissed at me, idk what to do since she doesn’t want to talk to me understandably so.

The thing is: I really didn’t do it with any ill intent yk? I was just trying to clarify something and didn’t think any of my friends were gonna spread it. I didn’t want no harm or stuff. From the bottom of my heart.

I’ll give an update on my situation if you guys want it. Or if I want to update. Anyways, that’s it.

TL;DR About a month ago I lost my V card with this girl, some days later I hear from some friends she told people about it so I tell them and they spread it around without my knowledge and now the girl’s mad af with me and she’s in the right.

I posted around seven hours ago or so explaining my losing battle against sugar free wintogreen mints. Well I woke up about 30 minutes ago and the war has resumed like it had never stopped. I awoke to my stomach making the most god awful gurgling growls I didn't think my stomach was even capable of. I then ran to the bathroom making it just in time. But I thought hey maybe my stomach Is just a bit upset it was more then a little upset. I am now sat upon my throne once again. Just wishing for the day it releases me. I don't believe I've ever felt so empty. And every time I feel my stomach roar I know I'm in for another good 30 minutes of this. So if anyone takes anything from this please read ingredients before downing whole bags of sugar free candy. TL;DR I ate entire bag of sugar free mints and 7 hours later I'm still stuck in the restroom.

Made an absolutely stupid mistake and withdrew £200 from a cash machine to get some early Christmas shopping and walked into the shop next to the cash machine to get a drink taking my card but leaving the cash. was in the queue at the shop suddenly remembered I forgot the money ran out but no one was there and the money was gone. absolutely brilliant way to start the most expensive month of the year lol. Already financially ruined this month so this will make it a much much longer month that it needs to be. Other than reddit this will be going to grave with me. I Can at least hope the person that picked it up either really needed the money or goes on to spend it on something nice!

TL;DR: Left 200 quid in a cash machine because I wanted a Pepsi Max

I've used this hair remover product many many times to remove unwanted hair down there as me and my partner both like short / no hair. I really really fucked up, if it was any other circumstance you would assume it was intentional as: -I left it on for 25 mins instead of 3 -I massively overapplied the cream -I was severely inaccurate and applied to the thin skin Now I have justification for the length of time as I had a friend who urgently needed to mention something to me (which will remain private) but the over generous use in the wrong place was a genuine mistake that I will ensure never happens again.

This was an UNFOUNDED level of fucked up, the burning sensation is unmatched by any other level of pain I have felt in my life, I have suffered 8 broken bones, hundreds of fractures, staves and moments of internal bleeding all of which I would happily take again at this moment to save me from my current suffering. My balls are literally burgundy red and any physical contact that surrounds them instantly ignites a hotter more intense flame, this includes the air, my legs, and my dick above it. In the last 20 minutes I have done more research than an autistic kid on Adderall and I have come to the following conclusions: -There shouldn't be any lasting effects so long as I don't bleed or tear the skin -My personal case doesn't need a hospital visit (I'll be okay 😃) -This pain will continue for the next several hours unfortunately -People saying cornstarch works are liars -USE COLD WATER TO RELIEVE THE PAIN, hot water worked for me too but the cold water has a long lasting soothing effect.

I have been in the shower for the last hour and a half using the showerhead and switch it to "beam mode" (I'm unfamiliar with the proper term so this is what you get) I've sprayed the nozzle at my balls to relieve the pain for what feels like an eternity, But it only seems to get worse and worse over time, like some kind of cruel joke.

"I'm longing for death to end my eternal damnation but it did a great job of removing my ball hair." 3/5 ⭐

TL:DR I fucked up by recieving a chemical burn on my balls by over applying a name brand intimate hair remover for the 'downstairs area'.

So, my kitchen sink started leaking a couple of days ago, and I decided to tackle the problem myself. I’m not exactly a plumber, but I’ve done a few small DIY repairs in the past, so I figured, “How hard could it be?” I watched a couple of YouTube videos and went to the hardware store to grab some basic plumbing tools—a wrench, some tape, and a pipe sealant.

When I got home, I forgot to turn off the water supply (rookie mistake), but I thought, “Eh, it’s just a small leak, it’ll be fine.” So, I got under the sink, tried to tighten the pipe, and immediately felt a burst of water shoot out from the joint. In that instant, I panicked. I turned the water valve to try to stop it, but I realized it was rusted shut. There was no way I could stop the water from flowing.

At this point, the water was spraying everywhere. I rushed to grab towels, thinking I could control the flood, but it was spreading so fast. The water started pooling around the kitchen floor, seeping into the cabinets, and even dripping down into the living room, which has hardwood floors. I could hear the water splashing into the walls and it was just everywhere.

I then had the brilliant idea to call my downstairs neighbor and ask if they could turn off the main water valve for the building. As soon as they picked up, I heard the panic in their voice: “Wait, your kitchen is flooding? The ceiling in my apartment is leaking too!”

I realized I had done some serious damage. I finally managed to shut off the water supply using the emergency valve, but the damage was done. I spent the next few hours mopping up the water, but the ceiling below me was already showing signs of water damage. My neighbor had to evacuate their apartment and call their landlord.

By the time building maintenance showed up, the whole kitchen was ruined—cabinets warped, the floor soaked through, and the living room carpet was waterlogged. The landlord and a plumber had to come in to assess the damage, and the entire kitchen had to be gutted and renovated. It turned out my mistake was worse than I thought—the plumbing had to be completely replaced, which took several days.

TL;DR: Tried to fix a small leaking pipe under my kitchen sink, forgot to turn off the water, flooded my entire apartment, and caused thousands of dollars in damage. My neighbor’s ceiling also started leaking, and now I’m paying for repairs.

Obligatory not today, but a few years ago.

To preface, I’m certainly not an expert on tattoos but I’m not exactly a noob either. I have a half sleeve on each arm, my traps and shoulders, my upper back, my chest, and a few others. I’m very big on cleanliness. Making sure it’s a reputable artist and shop, watching to make sure they use proper sterile equipment when necessary, etc.

Anyway, I have a cousin (let’s call her Nancy) who for lack of a better term is a… fucking idiot. We all have them right? One day Nancy decides she wants a tattoo. Cool. She knows a friend of a friend who has some equipment and will do it in the comfort of their house. Wow how neat is that /s?!

So the tattoo is done and big surprise, it looks like shit. If you have a tattoo you probably know what I mean when I say the artist clearly didn’t go deep enough. The tattoo looked like it was 20 years old after the first day.

Fast forward a year or two and I’m at my other cousin’s baseball game (Nancy did not attend) The subject of tattoos comes up and I’m brought into the conversation. I was dreading it, but we get on the subject of Nancy’s tattoo. At some point there’s an obvious cue that I’m supposed to give my opinion on the tattoo.

“Oh ya it’s terrible.”

Ladies and gentlemen we present to you: Awkward Silence.

Random baseball mom: “I did it.”

“Oh.”

“Well you know, she moved way too much while I was doing it.”

“I’m sure that’s it then.”

Now, this woman who gave Nancy a tattoo of a turtle on her living room couch is a registered nurse and has a few tattoos of her own, but at no point in the few months I’ve known her did she ever let on that she bangs out some sweet ink in her spare time. Anyway, I’ve seen her a few times since this awesome chat and she barely speaks to me. Sorry we both fucked up Nurse Ink Master.

TL;DR - My cousin got a shitty tattoo from a baseball mom/nurse and I said it was terrible right in front of the “artist”.

I now know my(f39) boyfriend(m36) and cannabis do not mix. I have his permission to tell the story of how we learned this.

Setup: We have been together for 12 years. This incident happened about 7 years ago, so I will do my best to recount it as accurately as possible. For context, cannabis is legal in my country, and, although it wasn't at the time, the local attitude has been very relaxed towards pot for as long as I can remember. Before legalization, grey market edibles were easy to get, but rather wild west as far as dosing and consistency. I have been a regular weed smoker/consumer since my early twenties, but my boyfriend is inexperienced.

With that out of the way, on to the story: My boyfriend and I have birthdays within a few days of each other and it was a long-standing tradition to go to this small, boutique resort on a nearby island to celebrate together. One year, we were relaxing there and I decided to have some brownie that my friend had given me for my birthday. I offered my boyfriend a bite, and though usually disinterested, he surprisingly took one. It was a bigger bite than I expected him to take, but still smaller than the one I took, probably only slightly larger than a grape. I didn't say anything to him about his bite size because I didn't want to start him down a path of getting freaked out. At some point after this, we took a bath. As we were soaking, he started to feel sick and got out. I thought he was just nauseous from the heat of the water, which can sometimes affect me too. We went down to hang out on the pool deck and get some cool night air, but he ended up throwing up in the garden. At this point he was confused and it was clear he was having a bad trip, so we spent the rest of the night watching familiar and happy sitcoms in bed, and then he slept it off.

In the morning, he was better and sober again, and we talked about his bad trip over breakfast, both satisfied that it was in the past. After breakfast, we had a couples massage. I noticed in the middle of the massage, he excused himself to go to the washroom, which I thought was weird because they don't stop the clock and he usually can hold it. After the massage, I realized that he was tripping out again. He laid down for a bit, but nothing too eventful happened the rest of the day, except that he was having time lapses and could only remember a few minutes into the past. I stayed calm because I knew if I acted differently, it would just make it worse.

The next day, repeat the exact same scenario: back to normal, then confused and unable to remember much after breakfast. I'm thinking, wow, he really isn't metabolizing this THC. But I knew there's also nothing you can do but ride it out.

It was time to leave and he managed to fake his way through the check out process on auto pilot. I drove us back to our home town and took him up to his apartment. He didn't remember who he was or where he lived. When we got to his place, he was like, "I live here??" but also waltzed right in, took his guitar off the wall and started riffing. He was impressed by his place, liked his stuff, but couldn't remember how to get his TV setup to work. Acutely aware that the clock was ticking on getting him sobered up in time for work the next day, I started researching. We spent the rest of the day doing everything I could think of/every old wives' tale I found on the internet to get him to sweat it out/sober up -- doing a workout, detox shakes, wheat grass, healthy food, tons of water, everything. Throughout all of this, he behaved like a normal human being, but was kinda simple and couldn't remember what was said from one moment to the next. He told me later that he was stuck in this reality where he thought he was a terminally ill patient, and these were just the things he had to do as part of his health regime.

The next morning, he's back to his self, and remembers things clearly. We laugh about the situation. I think he's finally back. That has to be it, surely. He drives me home and we both head off to work. Then towards the end of the day, I get a text from him saying that he is confused and he can't remember how he got home. I was like, "Are you fucking with me??" He was not.

I went over to his place, and again he could only remember a short time, but he was also able to do a lot on auto pilot. He couldn't remember if he went to work. So between digging around in his phone and the Starbucks cup in the kitchen, we were able to piece together that he had gone to work, but in the early afternoon he had said he was sick and walked home.

So at this point, I'm thinking this is so fucked up that maybe it's not the THC. Maybe something is really wrong with him and it just so happened to have come up now. So I took him to a walk-in clinic and told the doctor the whole story. I wanted to know if I was overreacting and just needed to wait for the THC to pass. The doctor listened to all the weird details, like how much water my boyfriend had been drinking and I called out when my boyfriend gave incorrect answers to the doctor's questions, and the doctor said, nope, you're not overreacting. He sent us to the ER with a note. I stayed calm, cheery, and normal through all of this because, again, I didn't want to scare him, but inside I was freaking the fuck out, thinking he had a brain tumour or something.

In the ER, they asked my boyfriend more questions and he clearly revealed his confusion, got the year wrong, etc. They were quite concerned as there's a lot of potential sources for this sort of issue, like virus, bacteria, I'm assuming stroke or some situation where not enough oxygen is reaching the brain? I don't know much about medical stuff, but they started him on antibiotics and then did every test and scan imaginable, and a spinal tap. I held him still and kept his attention while they put the needle into his spine and got the sample of fluid and it was such a gross process I almost puked.

I asked one of the doctors what the chance was that this was all just from the THC, and she said there's only a 1% chance. That freaked me out a lot. But over the hours, my boyfriend passed every test they threw at his body and his reflexes were deemed good. A neurologist even had a look at his brain scan and said it looked perfectly normal. They kept him in the hospital for observation. After about 1 am, I had to head home because I had work in the morning. My boyfriend and I used his phone to craft a vague email to his boss saying that he was in the hospital but not to worry, but he was going to be off sick for a few days.

The next day, during work, I received a call from the new dayshift doctor. They must not have written down what I said because she told me that now he seemed perfectly lucid. I said, don't be fooled because each day, he's fine in the morning and is then later confused and back to goldfish brain. The doctor admitted that this was all likely the result of the THC (1% chance, hah!), and sure enough, he got confused again later in the day and so they kept him for a couple of days (I can't remember the exact timeline now, as this was 7 years ago).

I visited him each night and brought him gifts and entertainment. Our lovely, overloaded medical system meant that he was in a bed in the hallway of or near the ER the entire time. Lucky he even had a bed, really. My boyfriend's phone had died (I brought the charger the second day) and I asked how he wasn't bored out of his mind with no entertainment. He said it was actually pretty stimulating being there. And after hanging out for a bit, I totally got it. Ambulances kept bringing in all kinds of characters, some handcuffed to their wheelchairs because they were tripping out on harder substances and had tried to punch their rescuers, etc.

The experience of having Dory for a boyfriend for most of the week gave me even more empathy for people who have dedicated themselves to caring for loved ones with Alzheimer's or dementia. (I only dealt with this brief taste. My grandpa endured that caregiver role for years.) It's terrible being in that person's presence when they're not really all there. You basically feel alone and have to make unilateral decisions that you hope are the right ones. On top of the scary medical aspect, that person can barely keep up a conversation, and you need to keep your cool after being asked the same question 100x a day, every 10 minutes. But, unlike those suffering from disease, each day my boyfriend's periods of lucidity would last a while longer.

At the end of the week, we were meant to go on a big camping trip with our whole friend group, some of whom were flying in from other parts of the country and were people we would only get to see a couple of times a year. This had been on the calendar for half a year. I was racked with indecision and whether I should start preparing or not. It was now proven that there was nothing medically wrong with my boyfriend. He told me I should go, but I wasn't sure what to do.

He was released from the hospital with really no cautions other than don't consume any cannabis ever again. I asked the doctor about the camping trip and she said that company was good, but don't go crazy. (For context, our camping trips are pretty chill anyways.) My boyfriend was waffling on whether or not to go. If I stayed, it would just be us sitting on the couch, not doing anything, so he convinced me to go. But I wanted him to have supervision either way, so I gave him a choice: he could come and be supervised by 12 close friends, one of whom was an EMR and a trained lifeguard, and several of whom have advanced first aid training. (We specifically go to this spot because we can all share one big site, so we knew he would always be supervised.) Or he needed to stay with his mum, his only nearby relative. There really wasn't anyone else who could watch him. His mom would have flipped her shit about the pot, but he probably could have made up another excuse to stay for the weekend (not really something he would normally do). But staying on his own was out of the question.

At the 11th hour, I went to his place to pick up some camping gear, and he suddenly decided he wanted to come. So we packed him up, and went up to the lake, all in all just an hour or two later than intended. By that weekend, he was back to his usual self, and we both had a blast.

I think they have learned a lot more about the different types of reactions to cannabis since legalization, but as far as we have since been able to figure, he would wake up "sober" and then the fat in whatever he ate for breakfast would reactivate the remaining THC in his system. I think he can't metabolize it very well because he has thyroid issues? We never did get an answer from a medical professional, but this is what we figure. But no more pot for him. We are never going through that again.

TLDR - My boyfriend had a bite of pot brownie and for 6 days he would wake up sober, but then get confused and forgetful later in the day. After demonstrating he couldn't remember who he was, he was admitted to the hospital for several days because doctors thought there was something more seriously wrong with him.

This past weekend, I was dropping my car off to get serviced by my dealership. Like most people, when I drive I connect my phone to my car, usually skewing more towards podcasts over music.

After dropping the car off, I was sitting in the waiting room reading a book. I wasn't watching or listening to anything on my phone, which helped cause the FU.

When my car was finished, I was asked to walk around front so the receptionist could drive my car out to me. She seemed really nice and bubbly when I went to go talk to her, which makes me feel worse.

A couple of things to note: the dealership was a bit out of the way, and there weren't many people there that day. Also the weather was a bit dreary, so the overall vibe was kind of like a "creepy spot in the middle of nowhere".

When she brought my car around, she seemed a bit off. She didn't make eye contact and gave sort of a hurried "have nice day" as she jogged back inside. I'm not always the most observant person, so if I noticed then chances are something did change with her.

That's when I heard what was playing in the car. I guess when she turned it on, it automatically connected to my phone again. I had been listening to the "Stuff You Should Know" podcast, specifically their episode on "The Cleveland Torso Murders".

Basically, it was a true crime episode about some truly gruesome murders that were never solved. The part that was playing was describing how the victims were dismembered.

This poor receptionist now has to work in this creepy middle-of-nowhere spot after having to listen to vivid descriptions of dismemberment!

TL;DR: I forgot to turn off my bluetooth and a receptionist had to hear a gorey true crime podcast.

So I work over night and get off at 9am. This morning around 8 my stomach was having sharp pains and I thought I had to fart(I didn’t). So 9am comes and I’m about to clock out I knew I had to use the bathroom at this point but didn’t want to stink up the office bathroom(it’s a really small office) so I decided to just wait till I got home(this was a mistake). It’s about 30-40 minutes for me to get home and 10 minutes into my drive my stomach starts bubbling😭. This was probably the worse 20-30 minutes of my life. It was like a torture ride. Every couple of minutes waves of bubble guts would hit me and I was sure I was gonna shit myself. Only my sheer willpower prevented me from ruining my front seat. Then when I got home the biggest wave hit and I couldn’t find my key💀. So I banged on the door till someone answered and ran to the bathroom. Luckily I made it to the bathroom right before I shit myself.

TL;DR: Decided to wait till I got home to use the bathroom and ended up spending 30 minutes fighting the demons trying to fly out my ass.

This happened night before last. I wasn't feeling well all last week, so I hadn't had any sexy time with my SO or any me time. I'm up for a promotion at work, and have been so stressed I thought I had an ulcer/having a heart attack. My significant other came to take care of me, and when he went to sleep I decided it was finally time to relieve some stress. Everything is going smoothly, I have a fan on for noise and it was dark in the room. As I'm hitting the grand finale, my vibe starts blinking bright as hell cause it's dying, so I quick roll over to hide the light and as I'm "peaking"...... my fucking disc slips and I go from sexy moaning to loud sobs. But, I'm cumming and I can't stop so I feel my back slipping more. Boyfriend thinks I've just had an emotional O and isn't registering that I'm stuck in place, lol. Now I've missed two days of work(today is the literal day I find out if I got the promotion) had to have a Dr visit and 4 prescriptions.

TL;DR: I had a $200 orgasm. 3/10, will undoubtedly do it again

ETA: I got the call, the promotion is mine:)

So, this happened earlier today, and I’m still dying inside.

I was in a meeting this morning, super bored, so I started texting my friend about how pointless the whole thing felt. Then I found this PERFECT meme to sum it up—a picture of a guy drowning, but instead of asking for help, he's holding up a “Great point, boss!” sign. I thought it was hilarious and decided to send it to my friend.

Except...I sent it to my boss instead.

Yep. My actual boss. The same one who was running the meeting.

I immediately panicked and tried to play it off like it was an inside joke between us. I sent a follow-up text saying, "Haha, just kidding, you're doing great!" but the damage was already done. I could feel my soul leaving my body.

The worst part? My boss replied, "Glad to know you're engaged in the meeting." No emoji. Just that.

I’ve been avoiding eye contact all day. I might have to quit and change my name.

TL;DR Accidentally sent a meme mocking pointless meetings to my boss instead of my friend. Now I’m contemplating a new identity.

So I'm a political science major at my college, and honestly, it is a lot harder than I expected. I love my major so much and hope to pursue law one day, but this semester in particular has bogged me down. My international relations class is what's really kicking me. The professor loves to favor her students that are in the student club that she is the advisor for and actively dismisses anyone who is not apart of it and not interested in joining, and this reflects in myself and the other students' grade books. English is also not her first language, and although I will say even if she has a thick accent, she does speak English just as well as a natural born citizen, however, she doesn't always pick up on comprehension and that has led to so many problems that I can't even begin to explain. Trust me, I've tried complaining about it to no avail. Anyways, I found out that we would be having our final in two days when I was prepared for it to be during the actual finals week (and she did not mention it before), and I got really freaked out that I was going to flunk because even though I know the material, I know she'll grade me poorly because she flat out doesn't like me.

Well here's where I fucked up.

We were having class today and as I was having a panic attack when my ears perked up. She asked if anyone could take her to the airport this next Tuesday and if they could, she would pay them $50. I looked around, waiting for someone to offer up, but no one did, and I sort of felt bad because even though she has been downright rude to me, it makes me sad to think this is the first year she is spending without her husband as he died last semester. She was taken aback by my volunteering but gave me her phone number and her address at the end of class, and I told her, extremely confidently, that she didn't need to pay me $50 because it really wasn't that far of a drive for me. She then sort of gave me this weird look and told me that she absolutely had to pay me for the gas as we would be going through a lot of it. I then said that our airport in our city wasn't that far, and it really wasn't any bother.

She then raised her eyebrow and made her signature condescending look before informing that she was going to the ATL airport, which is at best 2.5 hours away from me according to Apple Maps' feature where you can look at the estimated time on a specific date, but I've heard Atlanta traffic is horrible so it's probably going to be 3 hours.

So, I do have a final that Tuesday at 1 pm, however, I did inform her of this and warned her it could make me late and she might want to find someone else, but also it's a blow off class and his final is supposedly about 30 minutes to take, and she lives close. Also, I have not factored in whether or not she is traveling internationally, which judging off her painfully thick Italian accent, she probably is, I haven't heard much from her about any family that lives in the states with her. If so, I assume she needs to be there 3 hours early, and from my best estimates, if I leave at 1:30 and I don't get slammed by traffic, I get her there by 4 when her flight is at 7. I also have been thinking about asking blow off professor if I can take his exam earlier because of this obligation. We'll see about that.

I'm sticking to my guns. My boyfriend and my friends said that this was crazy of me to do, but I absolutely HATE flaking on people especially when she's my mom's age and even if they're nothing alike, it still makes my heart break thinking about if my mom only had a little dog with her to make her happy and no one to drive her to the airport and no second income to help pay for an Uber to the airport or another person to come with her on her journey.

I have some things I got to do first, which includes cleaning and scrubbing my car out of any weed smell because it's been so cold outside and unfortunately my car has taken the brunt of my stress from this class, I need to get my oil changed because it's over a thousand miles over when my car light went on and I'm not trying to have my car explode on the road and die with this woman, and I need to brainstorm some topics to talk about with her because I am determined to be best friends with her by the end of this because I will undoubtedly have more courses with her throughout my time.

Sorry, I know that's a lot, but, and I doubt anyone took the time to read all of this, if you're giving advice or commentary, don't try to convince me to back out of this. I don't have a good enough reason not to do this, and I am not the kind of person to go back on my word.

TL;DR I volunteered to drive my professor to the airport not knowing that she actually meant the ATL airport which is roughly 2.5 hours away from me and I need her to like me but she's also a 50 year old Italian widow so I don't know what to talk about plus I have to get my car detailed because it reeks of weed. Any advice on driving to Atlanta would be appreciated and how to navigate the driving around the airport, I'm from the DFW area so I'm very used to driving to the DFW airport, but I've heard the ATL airport is a whole other beast.

This happened last weekend when I was hiking at a popular scenic trail. I stopped at the overlook to take in the view, and there was this guy standing there looking super nervous. He had a ring box in his hand, so naturally, I figured, oh, proposal incoming.

His partner, a woman, was approaching, and I decided to be a “nice bystander” and film the moment for them without being asked. I held up my phone, gave him a little thumbs up, and mouthed, “Go for it!”

Instead of being thankful, he looked horrified and tried to wave me off discreetly. The woman saw me, looked at his hand, then looked back at me. The penny dropped immediately. She gasped, “Is that a ring? Are you proposing?”

The guy stammered, tried to deny it, and then admitted, “Well, I was going to… tomorrow.”

Cue the most awkward silence. She was excited but also annoyed that I’d blown the surprise. I mumbled something about the view being great and left before I could make it worse. Pretty sure I’ve been cursed by every hopeful romantic out there.

TL;DR: Tried to film a stranger’s proposal, accidentally exposed the plan a day early, and ruined the surprise.

I will never trust sugar free again. I love wintogreen mints way to much and thought hey sugar free can't be that bad. And to my surprise they taste great just like the normal ones. But here's the thing unknown to me a lot of these sugar free candies are giving people the runs. And before I came to know of this I downed an entire bag. So now as I write this out I'm currently sat on the toilet no idea when my body will let me off. Everytime I think I can stand I get about an inch off the toilet seat and another wave hits me. It rushes like a fire hydrant. And then it comes to a halt and I sit here repeating the process. Let this be a warning to you all just eat the sugary stuff in small amounts. Don't try to cheat the system. I will give an update when my body releases me from the seat of the toilet. TL;DR I ate to many sugar free candies now the toilet has become a battleground.

Wasn't today but this was certainly one of my more embarrassing fuck ups.

Long story short, i met my now ex girlfriend 'M', through another ex girlfriend 'J'. Me and J have remained pretty close friends after we ended things.

One day, we were drinking over at M's place with a couple of friends before going out, and at one point, me and M decided to lock ourselves in her bathroom for a quickie. J noticed we were gone and that the bathroom was locked for a while, so she shouted if we were in there. Obviously, i was a little preoccupied so i gave her a quick 'yes' hoping that would be the end of it, but J was a little drunk already and kept the conversation going, even after multiple short answers from both me and M.

To contextualise what's coming up, J has a habit of getting sentimental when she drinks, sprinkling 'love you's' to virtually everyone, so when she finally decided to head back to the others, she shouted 'Okay, love you!' through the walls, to which i, in the heat of the moment, responded with 'love you too'. while doing it with M. Needless to say that was the end of that and the start of quite an awkward night.

TL;DR: Fucked up by telling an ex that i loved her while doing it with my new girlfriend.

I (24m) have been friends with Kelley (24f) since college. About 5 years. As the gay friend, I never really date much but I get enough drama through my friends' escapades. Kelley is a serial dater. Well a couple months ago she met a really great guy through her work, James. He’s like,  6 '5 and GORGEOUS. A little older but definitely close to our age. I only met him a few times, mostly in passing but he was a really nice, well-adjusted man. He’s the Clean-Cut All American boy. Knowing Kelley, I was impressed she could keep him around. She’s kinda crazy. Nothing more than yelling and being pretty confrontational. Which usually works in my favor.

Well they recently started living together. And it seemed like everything was great. 

A couple weeks ago, she called me and it sounded like they were fighting. She said I needed to go over there and talk. We live in a small town so it wasn’t far. I drove over and she immediately wanted to leave, yelling and screaming about how disgusting James was but she didn’t really say anything else. I was confused because like… what did she want to talk to me about? Instead, she wanted to drive alone which made me nervous because I didn’t know if she had been drinking. I told her to come with me but she wanted me to leave her alone. Eventually she did leave, so I asked James what happened. He said it was about me but wouldn’t tell me anything else. I was exhausted so I just went home and texted Kelley just to make sure she was safe. No response.

A couple days went by and I was messaging James for updates. Apparently she was moving out. I again tried to offer her my help with moving, but James told me she didn’t want to speak to me. I’ve heard from mutual friends that she’s okay, just really upset, so I know he didn’t kill her or something. 

Apparently there were several things of mine in the apartment too that James offered me to come get. Again it was close by so I said, sure. When I got there, James still seemed kinda weird but was being nice. Too nice. He brought me into the kitchen first to talk, and he made a move on me! I was obviously really shocked, I mean, some of Kelley’s stuff was still in the house! I guess he could sense my surprise so he stopped. At first he apologized, and said he knew he shouldn’t. But I was so surprised that I didn't really say anything. Then he told me what actually happened the other night.

James said he wasn’t giving Kelley enough attention lately and not really talking so she confronted him. He only said, it was “about me” and that’s when she called because he was being super weird. I guess he freaked out and decided to tell her the truth before I got there.

He was being weird because he has been wanting to sleep with ME. And he wanted her permission to try and see if i'm interested. She assumed he was cheating on her with me and this was his way of trying to get away with it.  He tried to tell her that wasn’t true but she didn’t listen. She kinda explodes in anger and there’s not really a way to talk her down, so that's when she left.

I didn’t let things go very far with him but would it be wrong to pursue him and see what happens? Especially if Kelley is willing to give up on 5 years of friendship. I already blew their relationship up.

TL;DR: My best friends’ boyfriend wanted to hook up with me and it destroyed three relationships. But I still want to pursue him.

Technically not today, but yeah. So I've had Linkedin for years since my company asked us to engage with their socials. Never really used it so I didn't know that Linkedin was actually important, I thought it was like a Facebook for companies to share happy-people videos, you know, the ones where people smile and say we're a family (I know, I'm dumb). So a few months ago I entered a program to get certified and one of the things they did was network us with people from HR of a few companies. The school asked them to give us a few presentations about the skills they were looking for and some motivational speeches as a way of hyping us up and they ended up giving us their contact info. So these HR people gave us their Linkedin profiles. I didn't want to loose them so I looked them up and saved the links. Fast forward a month or so later, in part of our course, they asked us to make or update our Linkedin's to make them more attractive to possible employers, so I accessed my Linkedin easily hundreds of times in that period. To acces Linkedin I always just wrote "link" in the google search bar and it redirected me. However, since I had saved the linkedin profiles of the HR people, when I did so, I accessed "Mary from HR"'s profile first. I didn't think much of it since I just hit the home button and went to my own profile. It just seemed easier than having to type it all.

Well, I didn't know that when you view someones profile they get notified. I. AM.SOOOOOO.SCREWED!!!!! They probably think I was stalking them or something!!!! I'm MORTIFIED!!!! I erased the links when I realized but the damage was done. I just hope I never get rejected from a job becuase of this. I'm sorry "Mary" it wasn't on purpose!!! I'm just dumb :(

TL;DR: I saved the link for the Linkedin profile of HR people and was accessing Linkedin on their profiles instead of mine by accident thus coming off as a stalker.