I’m part of a friend group that plays board and card games every week. This week, our usual hangout spot was closed for a private event and someone in the group suggested a place in the area that does a really good and challenging trivia night. I’ve never done one before and have plenty of random useless knowledge, so naturally, I said yes.

My useless knowledge did come in handy a few times (such as christian holidays and the invention of the Mansfield bumper) but otherwise it was…really hard. Basically, my group and I were likely the youngest people there and most of the questions were geared toward a much older crowd. We did do surprisingly well though and I have no regrets about trying. Totally recommend grabbing people and going if any local pubs in your area are running a trivia night, it really is a great time.

However…

It was a really fucking cold and windy night and the place we went to had a “patio” that I’m sure is amazing on a hot summer night and was a blessing during the past few years of covid. It was in a little room at the back with heaters in every corner but the roof was open — a glass roof with panels missing in the ceiling so that the wind that made the air feel about ten degrees colder than it actually was came pouring into the restaurant. I’m someone who really hates and cannot handle cold. I feel like it seeps into my bones and stays there forever, long after I’ve put on layers or gone somewhere to warm up. I’m shivering just writing this and thinking about how sitting next to said heater with my heavy winter coat on was not enough to keep me warm. It wasn’t too bad for a while but my group was all bundled up by the end of it and I couldn’t feel my toes despite wearing my best boots. We all ended up ordering teas just for the sake of trying to keep our body temperatures from plummeting.

When the game was over, we finally moved inside, teas in hand, as the winners were announced mainly consisting of teams of much older adults. We’re accepting our loss with grace when the waitress comes running up to us with a gift bag.

“Are you (team name)? Congrats, you guys have won the door prize!”

us, staring in confusion

Friend: “did we come in fourth or…”

“Oh no, it has nothing to do with your score” adding something about a draw that we didn’t hear because we’d already burst out laughing — tell me “we’re sorry you were so cold and to add insult to injury you lost the game” without saying it. They also ended up comping our teas on the bill as an apology. I left a huge tip.

We posted a misleading photo with our prize to the group chat acting like we won and vowed to come back in the summertime.

Before you ask, no, he’s not allergic to peanuts. When I was in grade school, we had a project called “The Peanut Project” and it entailed receiving a peanut (a whole roasted one in the shell) from our teacher in class, then we had to choose an historical figure from Russia and turn the peanut into a vague resemblance of said person. To accompany the peanut, we had to type up a short report about this figure. Truly, there were Stalin peanuts on presentation day.

Being the procrastinator that I was, I waited until the evening before the report to tell my parents that we needed to go to the store to buy a bag of peanuts. When they questioned me, I explained the project to them. They asked where my peanut was and naturally I informed them that I had eaten the provided peanut in class as soon as I received it.

Angrily, my parents took me to the store to get a bag of peanuts. My dad was sympathetic to my procrastination and tried to help me with an elaborate plan to decapitate one of my brother’s power rangers, then use a hot glue gun to fasten the peanut on as Rasputin’s head. He thought he would then glue a black felt cape around it and we’d have a Rasputin action figure.

As my mom helped me type up my report in the next room, my dad prepared all the materials and got to work. As he went to hot glue the cape onto the beheaded power ranger, a strand of hot glue stuck to his finger and pulled the whole hot glued piece of felt onto his hand, sending him into immediate agony. The hot glue did its damage and the only way forward was to the emergency room.

Around 2am we got home and my mom took another peanut out of the bag and made the most simple Rasputin peanut with striking blue eyes in about 10 minutes. Got an A on the project. The Rasputin peanut still lives about 2 decades later, but I can’t post the pic on here 😭

Edit for photo proof that Raspeanut exists: https://i.postimg.cc/JzM0x37n/723ad190-d44e-495e-88e8-609661920fac.jpg

This happened about 10 years ago, but I still think about it now and then.

Shortly after I got a new number I began receiving calls and texts for a guy named "Mike." Mike did not seem to have his life together. I received calls from billing agencies, collectors, credit card companies, you name it. After a while I got used to answering and telling the person on the other end that they had the wrong number. If I didn't feel like doing that, I just didn't answer.

But one day, I get a call. It's once again from a number I don't recognize, and I decide to pickup.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hi dad!" At least two kids exclaim on the other end.

Before I have a chance to respond, an adult chimes in. "Hey Mike, it's me. I'm here with (kid name) and (kid name)."

My heart instantly drops. "I'm sorry," I say, "You have the wrong number."

I don't remember how they responded, but they hung up soon after.

I don't know "Mike," and hopefully he's changed by now, but I get angry with him when I remember the call. No kid deserves a dad like that. Whenever the memory pops into my head, I remember the excitement in the kids' voices. I hope they're doing all right.

I was at Target today, and while I was there, I saw a (approximately 10 year old) boy in the toy isle. In each hand he held a Nerf Gun, one being moderately expensive, the other being a more economical model. In his left hand he held what looked like a doomsday device that came out of a big budget sci-fi film. In his right hand was a very basic “entry level” nerf gun.

I could see that he was in deep thought and he was going to have to make a hard decision. I could just see it in his eyes. He would turn his head and look at the nerf gun in his left hand, knowing that-that particular nerf gun was what he really wanted. But wondering if his mom would be willing to buy it. Then he would turn his head towards his right hand and question whether the cheaper model would be an easier sell to his mom. But then he would question himself whether he would be happy with the cheaper option or whether he should just ask his mom to buy the one he wanted. I was watching intently, the suspense was terrible. After a minute or so, he made up his mind. He put the cheaper model back on the shelf, stood tall, with his head high and confidently made the journey to locate his mom. I had to see what happened next.

I left my shopping cart, and proceeded to follow him discreetly: like the way an undercover cop follows a suspect. He would walk down the main walkway, slowing down only to look down each isle for his mom. He found her half way down the laundry isle and her back was towards him. He walked down the isle towards his mom slowly, holding the nerf gun he had deliberated over with both hands and just as he approached her, his mother had turned around to place some items in her cart and without hesitation, without even showing compassion, his mother said boldly and with an authoritative tone: “go put that back, I’m not getting that”.

I could see his posture change immediately. His head fell, his arms dropped and as he turned around to make the “walk of shame” back to the toy isle, I could see the look of sheer and utter disappointment in his face. It was the look that someone gets after they have just been diagnosed with a terminal illness and given a week to live. I will say this; he held it together pretty well as he was walking back to the toy isle, frustrated, embarrassed, holding back the tears of grief, fighting the overwhelming urge to collapse from the weight of disappointment and the loss of hope.

I don’t know why, but I got a lot of joy seeing this kid have his whole world turned upside down. It was like a ray of sunshine, shining directly into my soul giving me a feeling of warmth.

I quickly fast-walked back to my cart and after a few seconds, the boy walks past me with the nerf gun he was denied. I got to see up close, the look of disgrace, humiliation, rejection and shame as he put the gun back on the shelf. I couldn’t help myself, as he was walking back towards me, i said to the him; “my mom would’ve got it for me”.

(I realized as soon as I came to post this that my only other post here was about pocket cheese.)

I was in the car with my family the other day when we stopped at a light. There were two young guys standing there, one in a large coat with a mischievous smile. Large coat guy and I made eye contact. Oh no, eye contact with a stranger, look away!

Except I couldn't. He was reaching into his pocket for something without breaking eye contact. And then, slowly, he slipped a McDonald's hamburger out of his pocket. Just enough to see it. Not flashing it around. He held his finger up to his lips and very slowly slipped it back in.

By this time I was laughing my ass off. But wait. There was more. He very slowly turned the other way and tilted his head as if to say "what's this?" And out of his other pocket he slipped a SECOND McDonald's burger before returning it to its nest.

When we drove away I was still laughing and he was still smiling mischievously, completely calm.

Between him the the guy I met at the bar last night who interrupted my friend and I to say "excuse me, but are you guys having a debate? Can I join? I'm really good at debating" I'm finding a lot to love on humans right now.

While in line to get in a restaurant I saw him a few steps ahead. Hadn't seen him in about 10 years. We were never friends but it's still fun that we met at such a random place so far away from home. We chatted a bit but I'm not a fan of this type of small talk. I'd rather have a full conversation so I never ask the usual "oh what do you work" or stuff like that. I gave the cursory hey you and I didn't bother continuing the conversation much. If the situation was different where we could both benefit from joining plans together I would have loved it but not today. Oh well.

I was scrolling through Netflix after playing my game earlier, it was 11 pm. I have a little schedule that I keep to every night. Anyways I was scrolling and thought "I have not seen a Star Wars movie in awhile. So I went to Disney Plus, I was gonna play "A New Hope" BUT I remembered how good Rogue One is, and I can watch that one first then the next one will be ANH (followed by Empire and Jedi of course). It was cool watching a star wars movie randlonly at 11 PM! I also really like Rogue One, I think it is the best Disney Star Wars movie they have! I hope I can find the time to watch the other three soon!

Was getting gas at 11pm after the worst day ever.

This older dude pulls up probably in his 70s, starts filling his tank. Notices me struggling with my tire pressure gauge in the dark (those things are impossible at night). Without saying a word walks over with his LED flashlight holds it for me while I check all four tires.

Just stood there helping didn't try to take over or explain how I was doing it wrong. When I finished he just gave me this grandpa nod and went back to his car. Somewhere out there is a dude who has no idea he turned someone's trash day around just by holding a flashlight for 5 minutes

I hate that I was always so disinterested in biology and science. I have always taken life for being just is. I've never believed in Santa or the tooth fairy. The belief in any religion left a possibility for just connection. But many times, the concept of the way things have always just been to me: "alright, that's just the way it is." I've always processed information without awe. It's more like processing a new word from the dictionary. You learn nonfiction means it's not not true and fiction means that it's not true. You just accept it as fact without the feeling of awe. I didn't realize how structurally unstructured everything was until today.

Like how all of us are on 4-billion-year-old piece of rock that is in constant free-fall toward a 15-million-degree fireball that can house over 13 million Earths. But we will not reach that sun for billions of more years. Or how the birds travel across the ocean using their navigational beaks and eye sensors. Or how ants form literal ant rafts to protect themselves against rainfall.

I was just watching about 200 birds sit atop those streetlights on the road and I got to thinking about it. Some people might think: "Damn nature you scary!"

But I'm just sitting here thinking, "I wish I paid more attention to things around me." I think I'm going to get up early tomorrow and maybe touch some grass.

When I was like 5 or so me and my older cousin were playing outside after sun had gone down. When we heard footsteps and looked to see a man walking his dog he had a trench coat on that had a high collar and we both ran to hide on my four season deck and looked over the edge. He stopped dead in front of my house looked over and stared before he continued walking on. I still think about it randomly to this day.

Two weeks ago I get a call from my cousin. We rarely talk. We chat about nothing for a few minutes, then he mentions my great uncle passed away about a month ago after a brief battle with cancer. I was surprised as I hadn’t known anything about the illness or death. I express condolences. We chat a bit longer and end the call.

I hear nothing further from my cousin or any other family. I should note we are not a close family. I have few relatives and those I know are far flung and do not live near me. I am not in contact with anyone other than my cousin.

Today I get a package from a lawyer’s office. Inside is a letter addressed to several people including me. Letter gives notice that probate proceedings are underway for great uncle and names my cousin as estate executor. Also enclosed is a last will and testament.

I read the will. It identifies several people as receiving small dollar “specific bequests.” All the people, except me, who are named in the lawyer’s cover letter. Then it has a paragraph that says remainder of estate not otherwise disposed of, goes to [x] and [y] (to the exclusion of [me]). What? I am specifically excluded.

Seems bizarre to name me only for the purpose of telling me I am excluded.

Anyway, that’s my pointless story.

Today I was standing at our register folding some new product. It was pretty slow so me and my boss were the only people on the floor. I heard the door open and I said my regular welcome spiel to the older couple that walked in.

The lady stopped in her tracks and stared at me for a couple of minutes. She look white as a sheet. At first I thought I did something or maybe there was something on my face. So I quickly apologized for scaring her.

The lady snapped out of it and muttered something to her husband before heading towards the back of the shop. I went back to folding and putting new stock out on the floor. But the entire time the couple kept staring at me and whispering something to each other.

After about 40ish minutes in the store the headed to the register. I walked up there with them and began to scan their items the entire time the older lady was just staring at me.

So I jokingly asked her if I had something on my face. That seemed to get her attention because she began apologizing to me for staring. The two paid and left. And I thought that was it. Maybe just an odd lady.

While I was on my break I walked over to a coffee shop near the store and saw the old couple again. The women noticed me immediately and stared at me while I grabbed my drink and left.

The two followed me outside and the lady stopped me. She apologized again for staring and for scaring me. She then told me I was the spitting image of her daughter who had passed away a couple years ago.

She said I had the same hair, eyes, nose, freckles, and laugh. She apologized again for freaking me out but said seeing me was like seeing her daughter again.

I didn’t really know how to react so I just told her she didn’t need to apologize and said I was sorry for her loss. And we parted ways. Just an odd interaction ig. Idk.

it was mostly people forgetting to include an image/video so they just posted various ways of saying "look at this!" with nothing to look at. also some other people whos posts deserved to be deleted but im sure you can guess what that was like

My mom is a cinephile, so I grew up watching a lot of movies. A lot of Christmas ones especially always had the "protagonist saw their parents sneaking in at night and placing the presents under the Christmas tree, so they figured out Santa isn't real, but guess what? Santa is actually real!" plot twist, and I just assumed it was one of those fantasy movie things that everyone knows doesn't exist in the real world but we pretend it does anyway because it's fun, like ghosts or super powers or something. I liked to pretend I could move things with my mind and I was a secret spy and a princess just as much as I liked to pretend Santa is real, but I knew none of those things are reality and I've never thought they were.

Thing is, adults seem to love talking about those make-believe things with kids, from little jokes and "look at what Santa left at my place for you last night!" when visits come the day after Christmas to creating whole elaborate stories about them. I don't have many good memories of my dad, but I do remember him being very excited to show me the Easter Bunny's "footprints" made out of corn starch for some reason during one specific Easter, guiding me to the hidden presents. I wasn't going to ruin it by telling him I know he's the one who did those, so I just played along and it's a nice memory. Knowing the Easter Bunny isn't real didn't make it any less fun to me. The person who doesn't believe in Santa, ghosts or superpowers is always portrayed as the bitter, negative one who's in the wrong in the movies, so my child self also didn't want to be the villain.

Thing is, when I was about ten, I realized none of my classmates believed those things anymore so I had to make up an excuse to also not believe in them "anymore". So during that Christmas my grandma took too long taking the presents to the Christmas tree while we were eating (here in Brazil we don't go to sleep, not even the kids, we usually stay awake past midnight from the 24th to the 25th talking and eating and celebrating in family, so adults have a harder time placing the presents under the tree without kids noticing), and I said I needed to go to the bathroom already knowing what was going on so I "accidentally" saw it. Grandma gave some excuse, I didn't comment on it and just pretended to be a little sad for the rest of the party, and that's the story I tell when anyone from my family asks me when did I "stop believing in Santa".

Nobody knows I've never believed in him in the first place and I'll take that secret with me to the grave.

When I was like 9 years old I had gotten a new bike. I lived in a small town in the suburbs; one of those everyone knows everyone towns. Basically I wanted to try my new bike but the seat was slightly too high, so I was on my tippy toes when I tried to stop. I got distracted by something as I was passing the community mailbox (just a large metal box with numbers and key holes, where we could get our mail) and I crashed into it. Not full speed because I had basically just left the house and was still getting used to riding, but hard enough to knock me to the ground and make a loud noise. Turned my ass around and started crying to my parents about how I crashed into the mailbox.

I didn’t see anyone around, but I was crying more because of how embarrassed I was rather than being hurt. It’s been nearly a decade but I still think about it and wonder if anyone saw me do that. I really hope not, because it’s funny but I’m still embarrassed deep down lol.

At one of my past jobs, they made us park a mile away and they shuttled us back and forth. It was a real bummer. Before that, I could see my car from my office window.

A lot of shifts ended at 3pm so those shuttles were usually full. I was leaving early one day and was one of the first people on the bus. Across the aisle from me, there was a lone banana on the seat. Huh, I thought, I guess someone forgot their banana.

But as the bus filled up, no one moved the banana to sit there. It was in the aisle seat and no one even sat in the window seat. It was like the banana was a mystical shrine that we must honor and respect.

They wouldn't let anyone stand while driving so at least two people had to wait for the next shuttle, all because of that holy banana.

Sat having a cheeky Pinot. I have some letter than I should’ve sent 2 days ago.

Long story short, the barman seemed frustrated as I returned the pen, the pen alone.

Now I feel bad.

Every year for the last 10 years, I’ve always gotten a Sam’s Club double cookie cake. It’s been a tradition for a while.

Well, no more. This year they discontinued it. And overall it’s been a bit of a bummer 25th, as my whole family went on a cruise and ended up getting sick when they got home. I also WFH so no one at my work remembered, which is understandable. I was just feeling pretty lonely overall, because usually we all go out and do something on my birthday and I’m surrounded by my family and friends, and this year I’m spending most of the day alone at my desk at home.

My wonderful boyfriend of 4 years got up at 5am this morning before work though. Just to make me a cookie cake from scratch for the first time ever.

I’ve never had anyone make me a cake before or put in so much effort for my birthday. Honestly, this is 100x better than the Sam’s cake. He even wrote ‘happy birthday ____’ in his cute scraggly writing on it. And did the multicolored icing dots all the way around it. I feel extremely grateful and thankful for this little cake today.

And the only work that needed to be done was to replace the two fillings I had lost over the past decade.

Longer version: my husband and I moved our two small children to a foreign country, I was overwhelmed with parenting and existing health problems in addition to the challenges of everything being in one of three foreign languages. I eventually managed to get the kids appointments after a couple of years but kept putting my own off. I had dental phobia anyway after a couple of bad experiences in the UK but trying to face it in another language- no way.

Well in a few weeks it will be 10 years since we left and my kids see an absolutely lovely dentist who is fluent in English and I bravely made an appointment, and was complimented on how well I’d looked after my teeth.

Sorry for the pointless story 😊

I was lounging around my room cursing myself for selecting chemistry as my elective and not memorising the ion tables when god sent me an email via thoughts that made my brain fry for a minute.

So alchemy is the precursor to chemistry, right? And one of the biggest feats alchemy tried to do (and ultimately failed) is turning worthless metal into precious gold. They are literally trying to turn a cheap material into a profitable commodity and get rich from it. If this isn’t capitalism then I don’t know what it is

After having this thought I then immediately texted my friend about this discovery. And after a while she replied that yeah, chemistry does stem from capitalism. Imagine another whole, unknown field of science that got bridged off because it “isn’t profitable enough” for them. That’s wild.

I’m very short and our bed is very high. I have to climb up into it and when I sit on the edge my legs dangle down. One night my husband joked that if I kept dangling my feet over the edge the emu that lives under the bed will peck my feet off.

It’s been 10 years since then and let me tell you I have never once let any part of my body dangle over since then. I leap into bed from a foot away so I don’t have to stand too close where the emu can get me. I have developed an intense fear of all the greater ratites (kiwi birds are still fine though, it would take them a long time to peck through my ankle).

We’ve moved twice and no emu came with us. We got a new bed and there was no emu when we moved the old one. But still I keep my limbs tucked in and leap into bed just in case.

I was in the right lane of an east/west 4 lane street that runs through my city. As I am approaching the next stoplight, I see a GIANT rat drop out from under the car a car-length in front of me. The rat then proceeds to CHASE the pickup truck in front of me in my lane. This dude was not only chasing the pickup at about 15 miles per hour, but every couple feet or so he LEAPT trying to get on the bumper of the truck. It was hilarious! Run, run, leap! Run, run, leap - with his little rat-arms out trying to catch the bumper. When we got to the stoplight, lil’ dude must have given up because he took the right-hand turn to scamper down the north/south roadway. I was turning right as well and almost got rear-ended when I slowed up to see what his next move would be as he was now running in front of me. He chose to dip into a drain opening just as I was getting the finger from the vehicles behind me. I like to think he was shaking his tiny fist at the pickup he was unable to catch. Hope he got where ever he was going. He sure put a lot of effort into it. I’m just glad I was running late so I could experience the whole scene.

In 2018 i had an opportunity to visit Palau. It is quite a beautiful country. I would highly recommend visiting if you like tropical islands. Anyway while we were visiting a beach that had a cool bridge going over it, i had set my bag down to get my camera. While taking photos of the bridge and beach, someone came right behind me and grabbed my bag.

I started chasing him in my jandals yelling for the twat to stop. I was losing ground on him but noticed a big muscular bloke starting running from the nearby park towards him. He preformed a perfect takedown and was holding the thief on the ground and told me to call the police. I tried calling 111 but it wouldn't work. I didn't know they used 911 like America. A friend of the guy that stopped the thief ended up calling for us. They took a good amount of time to arrive but they eventuly arrested the thief and i got my bag back. It had my passport and wallet so i was stoked to get it back. Especially since i was leaving in a few days.

I tried giving the bloke that saved my stuff $50 but he refused and apologized for my trip to his home being ruined by a thief. He even offered to take me on his boat the next weekend but unfortunately i was leaving Thursday. If you happen to be reading this Cameron i think it was, you are a good man!

When i worked at a seafood store we would get big boxes of shrimp delivered. The boxes were stacked high on a pallet. When i pulled one box off i didn't see i knocked another box down too and it smacked me right in the face. The roughly 20 kilo box cut my lip and gave me a nasty bruise on my face. Little bastards were probably laughing at me from shrimp heaven.

A guy I used to know over a decade ago drove a Jeep Wrangler. As it turns out, Wrangler owners give each other a little wave in traffic, like how motorcyclists do their little wave when they pass each other on the road. This guy would get pretty annoyed by it though. He did not appreciate the Jeep Wave.

There was one time that I has riding into work with him because of reasons I don't remember. During this 25 minute drive, I saw him flip off several other drivers. All the flipping seemed kind of strange to me, though, because no one was cutting him, drifting into his lane or doing anything else that might usually warrant a middle finger. It was an uneventful drive and traffic seemed pretty chill, but there he was, flipping the bird every couple of minutes.

A few minutes before we get to work, there was another Jeep about to pass by in the oncoming lane. She gave us 2 quick beeps and a little wave, all with a smile on her face. Then, this guy turned his whole body toward the window and shoved his middle finger right up against the glass as we passed the other Jeep. She immediately looked less happy.

I was about to ask this dude why he flipped her off, but before I could he said, "F***ing Jeep drivers, always f***ing honking and waving at me. I don't give a s**t that they drive a Jeep. I don't give a s**t that I drive a Jeep. I hate this car. F**k them."

Seemed like an overreaction, but I'm also entertained by the thought the he was always driving around, flipping off other friendly Jeep drivers who waved or honked at him.

I found out later that this guy had a traumatic brain injury at some point, and turned into an enormous jerk afterward, which isn't uncommon with TBIs.

I hate baking, it takes way too long. But I am kinda known for my famous black forest cake and I only bake it for special occasions.

I wanted to bake the cake as a celebration for my upcoming surgery, I would've been gone for 6 weeks from work and just wanted to thank them for supporting me.

Turns out they decided to end my contract 2 weeks before my surgery :') I am still going to bake the cake as a birthday gift to one of my friends, but my work won't see a slice

Picture me sitting at my mom's kitchen. I was chatting with her as she was cooking; I couldn't get up to help as I had a cat on my lap, plus I am a bad cook. From where I was sitting I had a clear view of her other two cats. One was on top of the microwave and the other on top of the fridge. I kept talking as my mom approached the fridge to get something and I catch a glimpse of a cat walking in between her legs, tail up and happy. I couldn't see the cat's face as it was hidden in her legs but it was clearly a brown tabby. I instantly looked back to the other cats who were still on their sitting places, the cat on my lap stayed still, staring at my mom's legs. She moved and it was gone, just poof.

I jokingly told her "Hey mom, did you see the ghost cat just now?"

"Oh yeah, I see it all the time. Sometimes it will be on top of the table but when I approach it dissapears." Mom said.

Last Monday I wrote a letter to my housemate, coursemate and best friend. It was a total mess of word vomit about my insecurities and how much I care about him and how I’d like to be more than just friends if he’d be willing. On Tuesday I made a second draft, printed it out and on Friday I left it in his room and waited.

The next day we did baking and it went perfect, I’d never make guličky (rum balls) before and I was so happy with how they turned out given my mums recipe was just “keep adding ingredients until it seems about right”. Also something that I ordered back in November finally arrived, plus another package from a couple weeks prior, and I absolutely love them, even if the wait was ridiculous it was definitely worth it. They were Etsy orders and they even included 2 freebies which I was honestly both considering buying in the first place!

Then at 2am on Sunday I nervously mentioned leaving a letter in his room and he said he saw it but he hasn’t read it cause he wanted to see how long it would take me to say anything (how evil!). He went to read it which was an agonising 10 minutes, and when he came back down I absolutely couldn’t look him in the eye at all, but he said he’d happy to date and see how it goes. I was so excited and scared at the same time since I’d never dated before.

Since then we’ve been making progress every day, first cuddling on the sofa, then hugs, then kissing (not on the lips). He’s been taking the lead in all this but I follow closely behind.

Yesterday was his birthday and we got to tell our friends, we tried our best to make it so obvious by clinging to each other all day cause I’m typically very touch averse but they were totally clueless. One of my friends was sarcastically annoyed since he’s never had much luck in the romance department, but another one was super excited for us! The day was awesome overall.

Also I previously mentioned having a first draft of the letter and he asked to see it for his birthday so I left it in his room and he said it while the second draft was more to the point, the original was more authentic and sounded more like me. Now personally I think it sounded garbage so idk if I want it to sound like me, but it made me happy regardless.

And besides all that, today was payday which is awesome, so I bought a pair of shoes with a 7 inch platform so I can actually reach my boyfriend since we have a 30cm height difference (😭), and then my EC got approved for one of my university courseworks which was just the cherry on top of this already perfect week.

I’m so happy!!

I startet drinking alcohol when I was about 15 years old and have done so for around 20 years now. And of course I have made my good and bad experiences. Last weekend a friend (who I know to drink way too much) invited me to drink some wine and (based on previous encounters) told him that we can’t drink four bottles again as it gave me one hell of a hangover last time. Saturday evening come around and not having much time I basically had no dinner except for some bread and cheese. Well suprise, we had four bottles again and I don’t know when I felt that drunk. I fell asleep in the taxi, fell down on the stairs and had to puke (basically just wine - fun times). The next day was hell, as I was hungover like hell but could barely eat or drink as my tummy and my throat hurt so much. I felt like a teenager who doesn’t know their limits and how to prevent a severe hangover.

I startet drinking alcohol when I was about 15 years old and have done so for around 20 years now. And of course I have made my good and bad experiences. Last weekend a friend (who I know to drink way too much) invited me to drink some wine and (based on previous encounters) told him that we can’t drink four bottles again as it gave me one hell of a hangover last time. Saturday evening come around and not having much time I basically had no dinner except for some bread and cheese. Well suprise, we had four bottles again and I don’t know when I felt that drunk. I fell asleep in the taxi, fell down on the stairs and had to puke (basically just wine - fun times). The next day was hell, as I was hungover like hell but could barely eat or drink as my tummy and my throat hurt so much. I felt like a teenager who doesn’t know their limits and how to prevent a severe hangover.