Shaadi is a subreddit for Hindus to discuss traditional marriage, dating, relationships etc.
I’m a college female and I’m so scared I have an Asian fetish. I find dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, and more almond shaped eyes attractive on men. See I don’t think it’s just an Asian thing, because I find guys of all races attractive, but I tend to find a lot of east Asian guys attractive because of the physical features I find attractive.
I’m not into K-pop. I find the girls that obsess over South Korean men and have literal shrines and infantilize them while sexualizing them creepy.
My boyfriend is Chinese American, and because of his family speaking Chinese at home I started learning it and I love it, which prompted me to watch cdramas and I have found I enjoy chinese rap, and there are actually two singers I really like and follow on instagram.
I don’t find Asian guys attractive in the sense that I’m assuming they have certain characteristics like being submissive or innocent (ik that’s a thing in Asian woman fetishes)- like I don’t see them as sex objects.
I don’t care about ethnicity or race, like I have no problem with falling in love and marrying any ethnicity or race. This isn’t about having mixed babies- I always assumed I’d have white babies and idc what race my future babies are.
Oh god but I do try to find porn with hot asian guys in more dominant roles, that’s embarrassing and scares me that maybe I do have a fetish.
Like I don’t find guys attractive BECAUSE they’re Asian, lotta ugly asians like with any race, in high school I had a crush on a dude and thought he could be latino until one day we were talking and he said he was half Thai. And I find a good amount of white guys attractive too! Being Asian isn’t a deal maker or breaker
Idk I just wanted to rant and see if anyone can weigh in on whether I have a fetish or legit just a physical preference or whatever.
I have an upcoming wedding towards the end of April. I’m not close with the couple getting married, but due to some cultural / family expectations, it would cause me significantly less grief to attend this wedding than it would to skip it.
My significant other isn’t able to attend, and aside from the bride and groom, I barely know anyone who will be there. The invitation and wedding website didn’t clarify whether or not we received plus ones, but we’re able to RSVP for multiple people on the wedding website (due by the end of the weekend).
Is it horribly rude for me to ask the couple for a plus one, and then use that plus one to bring a platonic friend who is not my boyfriend? It would be another girl who they both somewhat know, but she wasn’t invited to the wedding. I don’t want to put them in an awkward position but I truly am dreading going to this wedding both without a date, and without other friends that I am close with 😭
Reading the temptation of Dorn and the poltergeist of the custodies insanely irks me since it just feels like Abnett ham-fisting these ideas that anyone is corruptible and can fall to chaos. Obviously a great many chaos fans like this. To me that’s not the point of those characters at all, and if tempted should outright reject. That’s the dichotomy. There are emperor’s sons that have already fallen, so they aren’t all infallible. But having characters that reject that shows the reader the fundamental dichotomy between the two camps.
However that has been undone and I sincerely hope that those instances are behind us.
Though with the previously unthinkable happening I feel it would only be right to explore the (ultimately failed) redemption of a primarch. Jimmy Space is very possibly a god now, Guilliman himself questions it. And if the emperor is the anathema than he too should work his magic in the great game (much to the chagrin of a vocal side of the fan base).
A prime candidate for this would be Lorgar. 10k years of meditation and the self reflection to see where it went wrong would be insanely interesting to begin a psychic conversation with Big E (whether it’s him or not who knows) about potential redemption for his fallen son. Even with the fact that he’s a demon prince it doesn’t bother me since all the primarchs are warpy.
Now he should stop short of being redeemed but this should absolutely be a part of the current 40k setting since the Abnett wants to dangle a potential traitor Dorn in front of my face.
The first clue is Naomi Pierce's role in the season premiere. From Season 2, she has never been this active and overt on family business and suddenly, she's the mouthpiece of Nan, the family matriarch and delivered most important messages of the whole deal for both sides.
Before that, Roman asked Kendall about his relationship with her by half-joking 'she is fucking Tom' since she was leading the negotiation with Tom, and Kendall fudged and answered vaguely, saying they had great sex but haven't correspond to each other recently. I think Kendall hid his real intention inside of some truths. They might not be seeing each other especially in front of his siblings lately, and that is the ruse to cover up Kendall plotting with Nan.
Also, Naomi constantly has been with Kendall regardless of his allegiance and mental state. His 40th birthday party is probably one of the worst bottoms Kendall's ever been and she was there with him. We know Kendall is an emotional roller-coaster, so I think if he really wasn't seeing her and unexpectedly heard that she's leading the negotiation with his enemy, he wouldn't react that callously.
The other clue is the fact that Kendall gave up The Hundreds too easy. He wrote the presentation/pitch for the idea himself, so it is reasonable guess that he brought up the idea and dragged his siblings in. The concept is different but he contemplated the similar idea during S3(an independent news media outside of Waystar). In spite of all those, once the opportunity to acquire PGM was presented, Kendall quickly advocates the acquisition over the idea that he birthed and probably has prepared for months. That's very sus :)
All in all, my guess is that Kendall has been talking to Nan and probably Stewy and Sandy in secret since S3 finale or even before. He believes in a hostile takeover of Waystar is the only way to prove himself even if that leads to far smaller family control over the company. To that end, he used his siblings who were shocked and hurt by their dad and husband and manipulated them into his bidding. The 2~3 billions paid over the market price of PGM is the bribe and the quid pro quo is Nan turning some important investors of Waystar to Kendall. I even suspect that Nan and Kendall agreed upon putting Naomi as the head of PGM instead of Shiv and support it by Kendall marrying Naomi. That way, Nan can not only protect her family legacy but also give the biggest F to Logan.
The main problem with this scenario is Kendall is at his best when he teams up with his siblings. He is sober, thinks clearly and calmly when he's with Shiv and Roman, so it's hard to imagine him being stable without them. If his betrayal/back-channeling is exposed he might spiral down into his worst state again. However, if he can be somehow fully functioning without his siblings' support, that would be the equivalent of Richard III the showrunner asked and how or what would achieve that will be really interesting.
Thank you for reading this guesswork.
One of the worst people I know is getting married this weekend (not an ex but my ex is in the wedding party). I know where it's happening and what time. How can I fuck with them?
And don't say call in a bomb threat I'm not looking to go to jail and it's why I'm here and not in ILPT.
My mom (62f) asked me (28f) if I would talk to my husband about co-signing a loan for her to get a car. My mom doesn’t work, she only gets widow social security from her late ex-husband. So in order for her to get a car from a lot, she has to have a co-signer otherwise she needs a down payment that she can’t afford. Initially my instinct is to want to help my mom, because that’s my mom. But at the same time, it took my husband and I a couple years to build up our credit to the higher 700’s. And most of that was my husband, as he’s the one that makes the money in our household. When I voiced my concerns, she asked if I really didn’t trust her and it made me feel bad. I feel like if she wants a car and doesn’t have sufficient credit herself, the sensible thing to do would be save up for a down payment. Not ask her youngest daughter to co-sign. When I said it’ll likely be a no, she got upset with me and hung up on me. Then sent me a text saying how I helped my husband years before we got married by putting our cell phones in my name. Firstly, I don’t think that compares and secondly, it sucks that she’s making me feel guilty for making a choice for myself and my family. So AITA?
Fans of classic soul will know the song. Oh, Jimmy Mack, when are you coming back?
In another world it would be funny, but for years I asked that very question.
You see, my fiancé’s name is Jimmy Mack. He disappeared without a trace in 2018.
How do you disappear without a trace these days? It just doesn’t seem possible in a modern world, where almost everyone is somehow connected. Yet he did; he vanished. The police were baffled, private investigators were a waste of money, and my own attempts at sleuthing were futile.
If it wasn’t for the fact that we were ridiculously in love and things were so perfect, I wouldn’t have tried so hard. But everything was a vomit inducing fairytale for us. Even our names were cute af; Jimmy & Jessie sittin’ in a tree…
I know he loved me as much as I loved him, and he would have done anything for me.
I heard all the theories. ‘Jess… Maybe he has a secret family… He might have been involved with criminals… Perhaps he took his own life…’
They didn’t know Jimmy like I did. I know you can never really
know someone fully, but I knew those things could never be true of him. So I became estranged from family and friends, my life consumed with finding Jimmy. Every penny was spent on expensive investigation and cheap booze.
But then came the intervention. My mom, brother, and best friend Lori came to my apartment one evening. Mom took my hands.
“I want my daughter back,” she cried. And as I met the eyes of those closest to me it was like a weight had lifted. I dropped to the floor and cried for hours, releasing years of internal pain. It was exactly what I needed.
It wasn’t that I never thought of Jimmy again, but I began to move on. I even went on a couple of dates, and attended therapy sessions. There’s a whole psychology behind mourning an unexplained loss. I found it all very helpful.
Then I received a handwritten letter: Dear Jessie, You don’t know me but I have information about the disappearance of your fiancé James Mack in March 2018. If you are interested in finding out more, meet me at Marcy’s Diner off [redacted]. I will be there between the hours of 20:00 and 22:00 every evening from Monday 13th - Friday 17th. Come alone and sit in a window booth. I will make myself known as soon as I feel it’s safe to do so. I repeat; come alone. If there’s any indication you have alerted the authorities, or discussed this with friends/family, the offer is void. This offer is time sensitive. If you don’t visit the diner between those dates and times I will assume you are not interested. This will never be offered to you again in future. Regards, Anon
My hands trembled as months of progress began to unravel. I poured a shot of vodka and downed it, followed by one more to take the edge off. I was so
close to calling Lori, her number ready to speed dial. I needed someone to talk sense into me, to tell me it was a hoax. ‘Don’t go through with it Jessie, it’s just some sicko taking advantage of your grief. Let’s go for cocktails!’
But I put my phone down and read the letter again. And again. I read it over and over, looking for something I might have missed despite the contents being clear.
Monday came around. I pulled into the Marcy’s Diner car park just after 20:00, observing the patrons from the safety of my car. It looked pretty empty. Some tourists, a few trucker types. It was a convenient rest spot due to its location off the highway. No one screamed I have information about your beloved Jimmy Mack
, like there was a physical description for that type of person.
I hung around for an hour or so before I chickened out and drove home. Rinse and repeat Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. On Thursday I didn’t even think about it. I parked up just before 20:00 and stepped out of my car, hesitating for the slightest moment before entering the chrome and candy stripe diner.
A few people observed me briefly before going back to their hot mugs and oversized burgers. As instructed I found a vacant window booth. They were all vacant. I chose the one furthest from the entrance. As I sat down I thought why the fuck did you think that was a good idea?
My anxiety stopped me from switching seats regardless.
“Evening darlin’,” said a blond 40-something waitress wearing a blue gingham dress. She held a pot of coffee as she smiled down at me. “What can I get for you?”
“Oh, erm,” I was going to say nothing but realized that would be weird. “Coffee is good, thank you.”
She turned over a white mug that was on the table amongst novelty condiment bottles and laminated menus.
“Can I get you a slice of pie darlin’?” she said as she poured the coffee. “Cherry or chocolate-pecan.”
My stomach was in knots but I didn’t want to appear rude, so I opted for a slice of cherry pie. It arrived barely a minute later and I thanked her, then proceeded to tap my fingers on the table as I discreetly looked around the diner.
After an hour had passed I was three mugs of coffee down and had finished the pie, which was delicious. For a moment I’d forgotten my purpose for being there, beginning to relax a little. Then the door opened and a man walked in, giving me a quick glance as he headed to the counter. He wore a camo parka and what I’d call worker jeans, with a black baseball cap. He turned around after being handed a mug and I averted my eyes, looking out of the window. I could see his reflection getting closer to my table. When he stopped in my peripheral vision I turned, and he slipped into the seat opposite me.
“Jessie,” he said with a nod. “Pleased to see you inside the diner this evening.”
He had chiselled features and a little stubble. I put him in his early 40s. I cleared my throat.
“And what do I call you?”
He smiled. “You can call me Mike if it makes this easier for you.”
I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. I folded my arms, then unfolded them, then put them on the table.
“Relax,” he said.
I let out a quick laugh. “That’s easy for you to say. I have no idea who you are. I don’t even know why I’m here, you gave no proof that you actually know anything about Jimmy.”
“I know everything,” he said deadpan. “And I’ll tell you if you want to hear it.”
I stared into his eyes until I felt mine glaze over, then cleared my throat again. “Let me guess; for a price?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want your money, Jessie.”
“Why now?” I snapped. “Do you know what these past 5 years have been like for me?” I felt tears coming on and he went to reach for my hand, but I recoiled. He pulled his hands away and looked apologetic.
“Unbearable, devastating, frustrating…”
“All the above!” I said as tears started to fall. “I couldn’t function at times. I stopped looking after myself. I abandoned my friends and family. It’s crazy how someone can do that to you.”
“Because you were in love,” he said.
were in love. We were the fucking Shutterstock image of love. And when that ends abruptly without explanation…”
“Everything alright darlin’?” the waitress interrupted, holding out a tissue. She glared at Mike. I took the tissue and nodded.
“Yes, thank you. I’m fine. Sorry, I’ll keep it down.”
“Don’t be sorry darlin’, you just let me know if you need anything, okay?”
“I will, thank you.”
She walked away and I wiped my eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.
“I can only apologize for how you’ve been feeling,” he said. “But I’m here to make it right. You could say I developed a conscience, or moral compass. I don’t know. I’m a changed man.”
I looked at him with confusion. “I don’t understand?”
“It’s easier if I show you,” he said. “But not here. You have to ask yourself if you trust me enough to go for a drive.”
“In your car?” I said. “Absolutely not!”
“Okay, how about if you drive?”
“To the middle of nowhere I bet?”
“Look Jessie,” he said, his eyes burning into me. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m really trying here, but if you’d rather leave it I get it.”
Call me stupid or naive, but something in his eyes made him appear somewhat genuine. I took a crazy chance.
“No… I need to know what happened to him.”
Mike nodded then raised a hand. “Say, could I get a slice of pie to go?”
As predicted we were driving further into the wilderness than I would have preferred. The passing cars were few and far between.
“How much further?” I asked. “I might need to stop for gas.”
“Not too far now,” said Mike. “If you don’t mind sharing, do you remember the last moments you spent with James?”
I sighed. “I do, but I can’t remember the last time anyone called him James outside of the media. He hated it. He’d been Jimmy since elementary school.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Tell me about that last day you spent with Jimmy.”
“It was an ordinary day. A Wednesday. We woke up, had breakfast. I went to work, Jimmy worked from home. He called me on my lunch break like usual, just to hear your voice
he always said. God, we were insufferable.” I let out a laugh.
“Take the next left,” said Mike. “I’m listening.”
“So yeah. We had a little chat, then I went back to work. I got home and Jimmy had already started dinner. He was a much better cook than me. We drank wine, watched a movie.”
“What movie did you watch?”
“The Notebook,” I laughed. “For the umpteenth time. I know, I hate us too.”
“Keep driving straight,” said Mike. “It’s a few minutes away.”
“What is?” I asked.
“What happened after the movie?” he said.
“Nothing, we went to bed.”
“Did you make love?”
I briefly turned to him in disapproval. “Excuse me?”
“Did you fuck?” he said, unflinching.
I shook my head. “No, sorry to disappoint you. Now where the hell are you taking me?”
“It’s just up here,” he said. “So you went to bed and then you never saw him again?”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “Jimmy had already gone when I woke up. No note, no text. It was strange but I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I sent him a text asking where he was. When half the day went by with no response I started to worry.”
“And the rest is history, as they say.”
I nodded as I fought back tears.
“We’re here,” said Mike.
I looked around. It was dark, but from what the headlights illuminated I couldn't see anything but trees.
“Just stop the car. It’s a short walk.”
I felt my heart race as my vulnerable situation became apparent. I really was in the middle of nowhere with a strange man, one who had withheld information about my missing fiancé for 5 years. I stared at him wide eyed.
He shrugged. “I’m not really sure what I can say to make you more comfortable?”
I slowly reached for my bag and pulled out a pocket pistol. Mike let out a surprised laugh.
“Maybe I don’t need to say anything?” he said.
“This makes me more comfortable,” I said.
He nodded. “Fair enough. Let’s go.”
After walking for several minutes, feeling grateful that I’d opted for comfortable footwear that evening, we came to a cabin within the trees. The porch was lit. ‘Jessie; you know better than this girl’
I thought to myself, my hand clutching the pistol inside my bag.
“Why did it have to be a cabin in the woods?” I said, Mike a few feet in front of me.
“I like solitude,” he said. “I can’t think of anything worse than living in the city.”
We walked up the steps to the porch area. At one end there was a single chair with a blanket on it, and a small table with some beer bottles. At the other end I spotted some deep red patches on the floorboards. Mike noticed me looking.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s deer blood. I’m pretty self sufficient out here.”
We entered the cabin and Mike turned on the lights. It was quite basic, not overly decorated. There were some framed pictures on the walls, a dinner table, and a living area with some chairs, a small television and a log burner.
“I’m kind of disappointed there’s no stag’s head mounted on the wall,” I said as I took in my surroundings.
Mike shrugged. “I don’t see the animals as a prize. It’s food, survival. There are a few skulls out back if you want to check them out?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
Mike put the slice of pie he’d got from Marcy’s on the kitchen counter.
“Water, beer?” He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer bottle.
“This isn’t a social visit,” I said. “And call me paranoid but that would make me very stupid."
He nodded. “You’re right, I hope you don’t mind if I have one though.” He screwed off the cap and took a swig. “Let’s sit.” He motioned to the living area and I followed him.
“You know it’s dangerous to leave your fire burning when you’re not home,” I said, feeling the warmth from the log burner as I took a seat on an armchair. I kept my bag by my side and my hand on the pistol.
“It gets cold in here,” he said, sitting on another chair. “I’ll take my chances.”
He spoke about his cabin for a while, the whole time I became increasingly more uncomfortable due to the fact that I’d needed the bathroom since leaving the diner.
“I’d like to get straight to the point,” I said. “But I really need to use the bathroom.”
“Sure,” he said, pointing to a door down a hallway. “Over there.”
The bathroom was clean enough, though I did my business without touching the toilet seat. Something that had become a habit when using strange or public bathrooms. As I washed up I heard a groaning noise that sounded like it came from another room in the cabin. My heart jolted.
“Mike?” I said, creeping out of the bathroom. I had my bag over my shoulder and my shaking hand gripped the pistol. “What was that sound?”
I peeked over to the living area and couldn’t see him. I started to panic.
“Mike?” I said loudly. “This isn’t cool. Where are you?”
I heard that muffled groaning noise again and jumped, turning on the spot. There was another door further down the hall. Against my better judgement I crept closer to it, flinching each time the groan was emitted. It got louder the closer I got to the door.
“Mike?” I said, my whole body trembling.
“Sorry Jessie,” I heard Mike say from behind, and suddenly a cloth covered my mouth. My bag slipped from my shoulder but I still had the gun in my hand which I lifted as I struggled. Mike brought his other arm around me and squeezed tight, pinning my arms to my body. I became lightheaded as I breathed in chemicals.
“Shush,” he said quietly in my ear. “Just let it be.”
As I blacked out I was screaming inside my head. ‘You stupid girl!’
When I came to my vision was momentarily blurred, but as I focused I saw Mike opposite me. We were sitting at the dinner table.
“Welcome back,” he said. I attempted to stand but my right hand was cuffed to the table leg. I pulled on it several times until pain shot through my arm. “That’s solid oak. I mean, you might get free but probably at the expense of your wrist.”
“You bastard!” I screamed. “Let me go. Help! Help me please!”
“Calm down Jessie,” he said. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you there’s no one out here to help you.”
I started to cry as I shook. “Oh God… What are you going to do to me? Are you going to…”
“I told you already, I’m not going to hurt you! Though that wasn’t completely true because I’m sure you have a splitting headache right now?”
He got up and retrieved a small bottle from a cupboard, then filled a glass from the faucet. He placed the glass in front of me as well as two pills from the bottle.
“Paracetamol. You’ll thank me later.”
“I’ll never thank you!” I screamed, then moaned as my head pounded. I reluctantly picked up the pills and swallowed them with water. “Why am I cuffed?”
As he spoke he walked across the cabin. “Because I believe what you’re about to hear would cause you to run. When I’m done you’re more than welcome to leave, you have my word.”
He returned with a MacBook and placed it on the table. It looked alien amongst the cabin interior. My surprised expression must have been clear.
“I’m not a Luddite,” he said. “I have WiFi and Netflix just like you city folks.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically. “But you really need to start talking.”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to give demands,” he said. “But very well. Here’s the first thing you’re not going to like hearing: I’ve been inside your apartment.”
My jaw dropped. “Wha… What?”
He opened the MacBook and tapped on the keyboard, then showed me the screen. There were several images of my apartment interior. I picked up the glass and took a swig of water, wishing it was something stronger. “Why were you in my apartment Mike?”
“Well, here’s the next thing: I’m a serial killer.”
I shifted back on the chair and pulled on the cuffs, starting to hyperventilate. “Oh God oh God oh God…”
“Calm down Jessie,” he said.
“Give me a fucking break,” I shouted. “Jesus Christ!” I clung onto the cuffs with my free hand and pulled hard, groaning. The table only moved ever so slightly but I felt like I’d run a marathon. I sat up and stared at Mike as I breathed heavily. “You killed Jimmy?”
“I target lovers,” he said. “I observe them for months before I take things further. When the time is right I abduct one. Which one I choose is more down to opportunity than anything else. Then I pose a question: Are you prepared to sacrifice yourself for the one you love? Make a choice; you or them.
I covered my mouth with a trembling hand. “Oh Jimmy… You sacrificed yourself for me.”
Mike tapped on the keys some more. “I install secret cameras in the lovers’ homes when they’re out. Like I said, I observe them for months, and not just outside. I need to get a feel for their relationship before I intervene. It has to be true
love or it just doesn’t feel right. And you only get to see the real deal when no one else is looking. Excessive PDAs are often a sign of insecurity, they mean nothing really.”
He turned the screen back to me and a video was playing. “I edited this just for you.”
It showed Jimmy and I sitting at our breakfast bar. In the corner of the screen was Mar 7th 2018, 07:54
“Wait!” I said, pausing the video. “I don’t think I want to see this.”
“You have to, Jessie. I’m sorry. You’re free to leave once it's over.”
I felt my heart through my chest. “Can I at least take you up on that drink?”
He got up and walked to the fridge, taking out a beer.
“Do you have anything stronger?” I asked.
He nodded and reached under the kitchen counter, then returned with a whisky bottle and two tumblers. He poured two measures and pushed one towards me, then sat back down.
“We’re all out of ice unfortunately.”
“Fuck the ice,” I said, downing it in one gulp. I closed my eyes as I felt my chest burn inside, then signalled for Mike to top me up. After a moment I hit play on the screen.
◈ Mar 7th 2018, 07:54
Jimmy and I eat breakfast. He picks up a strawberry and rubs it against my lips.
“Stop it,” I say, giggling as I slap his arm. “I have to leave shortly.”
“Come on Jess,” he says. “Open wide.” He puts the strawberry in my mouth then gently kisses my lips.
“To be continued,” I say, getting off the stool and grabbing my things.
“No fair!” he sulks.
“Have a good day babe,” I say, kissing his cheek.
“I love you, Jess,” he says, momentarily holding me against him.
“I love you more,” I say, pulling away to run to the door. “See you this evening.” 09:11
Jimmy comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him, then goes to the bedroom. 10:36
Jimmy sits at the table on his laptop and takes a few work related calls. 12:05
Jimmy takes another call. “Hey you. Yeah. No, she won’t be back until like 7 at the earliest.” I took another sip of whisky and briefly met Mike’s eyes as he watched me. I held the glass close to my chest, my knuckles white.
Jimmy continued. “Absolutely, I’d love to see you… Great, see ya soon.” 12:48
The buzzer rings and Jimmy uses the intercom. “It’s open.” I downed the whisky and pushed the glass towards Mike. He leaned over and poured another measure.
Jimmy opens the door and in comes my best friend Lori. She embraces him. 13:09
They sit on the couch together.
“Shit, I’ve got to call Jess,” says Jimmy. “It’s our thing.”
“Seriously?” says Lori.
“Yep, every lunch break without fail. She’ll get paranoid if I don’t.” Fucking asshole. It was never something I asked for or insisted on. Whatever makes him feel better.
He makes the call and puts a finger against his lips. In the meantime Lori unzips his fly and feels inside.
“Hey baby, how’s your day going? Ah, that’s awesome! Yeah, it’s been a productive morning. I’m gonna heat up some soup, what are you having?”
He puts his other hand behind Lori’s head and pushes it into his lap. His head slowly tilts back.
“That sounds amazing. Okay, well I just wanted to hear your voice baby. And you, can’t wait to see you later. Love you too. Bye.” 16:32
They come out of the bedroom and Lori puts on her shoes. Jimmy puts his arms around her from behind and nuzzles her neck.
“Do you have to leave already?” he says.
“What if she comes home?” says Lori.
“I promise you she won’t be home for a while. Come on.”
She turns and slaps his chest. “You’re a bad boy, Jimmy Mack.” They kiss. 17:43
They chop vegetables in the kitchen.
“I wish we were cooking for us,” says Jimmy.
“Me too,” says Lori. “We really should tell her soon. It’s gone on long enough.” Tears stream as I finish my third whisky.
He nods. “I know. I keep trying. I already know how tonight will go. We’ll eat dinner and then she’ll want to watch some shit like The Notebook.”
Lori laughs. “I feel so bad for you.”
“She’s such a hopeless romantic,” he says.
“Hopeless being the operative word,” laughs Lori.
“Me-ow!” he laughs. Mar 8th 2018, 01:22
The door to our apartment opens and in comes a tall figure dressed in black. They slowly open our bedroom door and creep inside. After a few minutes Jimmy leaves the room in a t-shirt and boxers, his hands up as he’s followed by the figure at gunpoint. They leave the apartment.
I sat in silence staring at the screen.
“I’m sorry for what you’ve been through Jessie,” said Mike. “But as you can see he didn’t deserve your pain and suffering.”
I put the glass on the table and wiped the tears from my face. “Maybe not. But he didn’t deserve to die.”
“Would you say the same if you knew he chose you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, like I said. I take one of the lovers and give them a choice. I’d never experienced something like this, having only observed genuine love. It threw me. He was a lying piece of shit but I still posed the question.”
Mike found another video and played it. Jimmy is sitting on a chair in a dark room under a hanging light, his arms tied behind his back. He struggles to free himself. “James Mack,” says Mike offscreen. “Who are you?” screams Jimmy. “I’ll fucking kill you when I get free!” “How much do you love Jessie?” “What?” “Would you die for her?” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Jimmy shouts. “Would you die for her?” Mike roars, coming into shot and putting his forehead against Jimmy’s. He holds a gun at his side. Jimmy recoils. “I… I…” “It’s you or her James!” Mike cocks the gun and holds it against Jimmy’s head. “Make your decision.” “Her!” Jimmy cries. “Take Jessie! You’ll be doing me a fucking favor you psycho!”
Mike stopped the video as I covered my mouth. “How does that make you feel Jessie?”
I shook my head. “I’d like to see what your response would be if someone held a gun to your head.”
He nodded. “Fair point. But just so you know, I’ve targeted 5 couples so far and they all chose to sacrifice themselves.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I hate
him for this but he still didn’t deserve to die.”
Mike came over and took a key out of his pocket, then released the cuff around my wrist. I gripped it with my other hand and held it against my chest.
“Oh, he’s not dead Jessie,” said Mike, walking to the kitchen counter. He picked up the box containing the pie.
He walked across the room down the hall, then stopped at the door at the end.
“You’re free to go Jessie,” he said. “Or you can come say hi.”
He pushed open the door then disappeared. I got up and frantically looked around the cabin. I saw my bag sitting on a coffee table and rummaged inside. My gun, my keys, my phone were all there. I ran to the main door and breathed in the cool night air, then hesitated. I looked over my shoulder. You stupid girl
I repeated in my head over and over as I approached the door down the hall. There was a staircase leading down into a dimly lit basement. I could hear Mike’s voice and some groans as I slowly began to descend, my body trembling. There was a vile smell that got worse with every step. It made me retch.
When I got to the bottom I saw Mike standing over the figure of a pale man that sat with his back to me. He was wearing rags, and the skin I could see was dirty and covered in sores. His skin was impossibly stretched over visible bones. He was eating noisily as he groaned.
“Is that good James?” asked Mike, and I saw the figure nod enthusiastically. The back of his head revealed long thinning hair with bald patches.
Mike looked over his shoulder and smiled when he met my eye. “Oh my, James. You’ll never guess who’s come to visit?”
The figure looked up inquisitively, then turned his head in my direction.
I could see it in his eyes. His handsome features had been buried under a pale, gaunt complexion. But I could tell it was Jimmy by his eyes. It took him a few seconds to acknowledge who he was looking at but suddenly his eyes widened, the thin skin of his forehead flaking as it wrinkled. He had pie smeared across his mouth. He had some teeth missing and the ones I could see looked jagged and broken.
“Jessie?” he said, in a voice that wasn’t quite the same. It was weathered, like that of a senior citizen with a bad smoking habit.
My lips trembled as I nodded. “It’s me Jimmy.”
He suddenly stood and lunged towards me, his hands outstretched. I flinched but he was held back by shackles around his ankles.
“Jessie!” he groaned. My heart couldn’t take it, feeling like it was going to explode. I fell to my knees as the 5 year mystery was solved in the most horrifying way.
“Isn’t it nice of Jessie to stop by?” said Mike. “Even after the way you treated her.”
Jimmy became restless, pulling on the shackles. He kept groaning like he was in pain.
“How could you do this to him?” I cried. “Even a rabid beast doesn’t deserve this!”
Mike shrugged. “I guess I felt bad for you. I’d never really considered the feelings of anyone else until I saw just how much you loved this man. And when I witnessed his betrayal day after day I just grew to hate him more. I knew a bullet to the brain wasn’t enough for this piece of shit.”
Mike turned to Jimmy and started rubbing his back. “But you know, over the years this piece of shit has grown on me. We’re like family now, aren’t we James?”
“No!” Jimmy screamed, making me fall back. “No no no!”
He buried his face in Mike’s neck, making him scream in pain. Dark blood cascaded down Mike’s shirt. Considering Jimmy was wasted away to nothing, Mike's attempts at freeing himself were useless. He fell to the floor and pushed himself against the wall, holding the gaping wound on his neck.
“James… Don’t…” he managed before Jimmy pounced. It sounded like a wild animal devouring its prey. I covered my ears as I watched in horror, my body refusing to let me look away.
Before long Mike was silent and still, his eyes remained open as he slouched against the wall. Jimmy turned to look at me, at first appearing shy or embarrassed. His face and chest was covered in Mike’s blood. He licked his lips and attempted to wipe it away with the back of his skeletal arm.
Eventually he started to crawl towards me, only stopping when the shackles wouldn’t allow him to get any closer. He groaned, but it wasn’t in anger. His eyes became glassy and he started to cry.
“Jessie,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
My hands trembled as I reached out to him, scared beyond belief but my heart was breaking all over again. I was in two minds, but eventually my hand met his and I felt his bony fingers between mine.
“Oh Jimmy,” I said breathlessly. “I forgive you.”
We held hands for a moment before I stood up. “I’m calling for help.” I made my way to the stairs.
“No!” Jimmy shouted. His eyes pleaded with me. “No Jessie. Please.
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I think most people would have done the same from a place of love.
Jimmy Mack is never coming back. dd
So me and my fiance are getting married in September and her dad is going to cover the flights. We want to party and relax over the course of 2.5 weeks. We really want a bungalow over the water at some point.
My top pick is japan for party and culture, but there dont seem to be any places on the way or nearby that would fit into our bungalow relaxation idea. The maldives is our other top pick but its very expensive to hang out there the whole time and nothing cool is within a reasonable flight distance.
Other places we considered are thailand (but September is rainy season).
Gurus of the travel please guide me!
My boyfriend recently went to a strip club behind my back with friends for a bachelor even though I asked him not to. A bit of backstory is that my bf cheated on me (had sex with another girl) and I found out in the first 3 months of our relationship. I decided to take him back since we were young, in college, and this felt like it could blow over. We both worked really hard to fix our relationship and lack of trust and over the years were able to have a happy relationship where I never caught him cheating or even flirting with other girls ever again. He really changed and I fell in love with him but now I’m confronted with this. Maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal of him going to a strip club as I am pretty open minded but given our history I asked him not to go since I could not handle him going to a strip club just yet. I told him I knew we both started dating really young and probably want to experience new things. I even compromised and said we should Maybe go together for the first time instead and that if his friends go, he should just sit this one out.
Anyways he told me I don’t need to worry and that he would never throw away our relationship for such a small thing. But he went anyways and got multiple lap dances. He told me they lied to him and said that they were going to some dive bar. But once he got there it was a strip club. ( I confirmed this detail with his friends). He said he didn’t want to do anything but knew he messed up as soon as he walked in. He knew this wouldn’t go over well with me and started drinking a lot. He didn’t seek out women but two strippers approached him and were extremely pushy. He told me he agreed to a lap dance and he felt guilty about it. The other stripper was pushy too but he Just gave her money to leave him alone. However the stripper told him since he paid she was gonna do it anyways. He told me he didn’t stop her either though.
So I’m confused and destroyed and I found out when I checked his location. We were planning on buying a house at the end of the year and getting married soon. Our lives together were amazing and were only gonna get better. I just feel like he didn’t care about me. I know long term relationships are hard work but is this just another down of the ups and downs or is it best I move on before I commit to this man.
Tl;dr I’m questioning whether or not I should stay with my boyfriend of five years since he went to a strip club behind my back and got lap dances.
So this guy(28M) is my one and only crush since I (23F) am 8. He lives in the next door and the worst thing is that he is my brother's best friend. When the first time he came to my house I feel something special towards him(not sexual feelings) and coming from an orthodox family he is the only guy outside of my family whom I can talk. From then he showed me care like whenever I helped him in his studies or when my classmates said that no boy will love me as I am basic,not girly enough ,he is the one who praised me or when we play togethe video games he gave me some importance or teach me some tricks unlike my brother who completely ignore my existence. But I can't express my love to him. I don't know but one day My mom asked me that if I feel anything towards him or not but my anxiety and embarassment kills me so much that I directly deny her and didn't show any emotions after that. But I noticed how he looked at me, I see the admiration,love in his eyes. I only shared the story with my high school best friend and then came to know that she tried to go date with him. But he reject her. Except her, till now no one know about my feelings and I haven't date anyone yet. Two years ago my father passed away and I am mentally and physically broken. So mom send me to my grandparent's house and this year after completing my studies I come back to my house and came to know that he got married one month ago. So now whenever I see them together I feel really jealous. But I know that it is sin to have feelings for a married man and the girl is innocent. He loved her and I tried to console myself but I can't forget it.
This is a follow-up to my previous 7 Kingdoms Wank post.
In this scenario, the 7 Kingdoms are made Wank levels of Over Powered. The Targaryens start their conquest a generation early, under King Aerion I 'the Conquerer'. But through bad luck on their part & the magic of the other kingdoms, Aerion only conquers The Crownlands, The Riverlands, The Stormlands & nominally the Iron Islands.
Aerion's son & heir, Aegon 'the Consildator' brought more of the continent under de facto Iron Throne rule.
I have almost the whole of this Alternate Targaryen Family Tree mapped out. I generally made this House Targ less incestuous through outside marriages & whenever possible cousin marriages. (The idea is that this was part of Aerion the Conquerers Dragon Dream & that his Houses future required an abandonment of incest.) More Targaryen Princesses were married into Great & Noble Houses.
I expanded/twisted some already existing Targaryen Cadets. The Great Bastard family is now House Darksister, founded by Daeron Darksister (OTL Daeron 'the Good'). He was legally the child of Naerys & Haegon 'the Heathen' (OTL Baelor 'the Blessed'), but he was rumoured to be the bastard of Naerys & Aemon the Dragonknight. Still, he was actually the bastard of Naerys & Aerion IV 'the Unworthy' (OTL Aegon IV 'the Unworthy').
House Bloodraven, was founded by Brynden Rivers. House Bloodraven found refuge in the Wolfswood in the North. Brynden left for the Nightswatch after securing his & Shiera's children's future.
House Bittersteel, was founded by Aegor Rivers. House Bittersteel is an unlanded House in sworn service to the Golden Company & the Darksister claim.
House Brightflame, was founded by the only son of Aegon Brightflame (OTL Aerion Brightflame), Maegor Brightflame. With Aegon Brightflame being the elder brother to Aerion 'the Unlikely' (OTL Aegon 'the Unlikely'), they can argue that they have the greater claim to the Iron Throne, if not for the Great Council that chose Aerion.
There are many more Targaryen sons that were either passed over in succession or had unknown fates in the canon. Would you happen to have any suggestions for the names of Targaryen Cadet Houses?
My husband is receiving SSDI. We got married in 2022 so have never filed jointly. Will filing jointly effect his SSDI benefits in anyway? Or should I continue filing separately? He makes no other income beyond the benefits.
2 women said that I shouldn't ask my male coworker if he's married because it's rude/ invasive (and inappropriate) to ask personal questions at work. Both said that when coworkers or people in a professional setting ask them personal questions, they feel uncomfortable, especially if it's someone of the opposite sex, so I shouldn't. Would you agree or feel this way?
I think the real question is would you feel uncomfortable if a woman you were not attracted to asked you if you're married? I have no idea if this person is flirting or just friendly but there's the possibility that he's not attracted and maybe that will change how he feels if I asked him a personal question like this.
I should also note that we work in a field where jewelry is not worn, tho some people wear their bands and some do not.
Hi moms, I have some dating stuff to whine about again. I am the caregiver for my IRL mom and we don’t discuss these things because she doesn’t like the idea of me dating as it takes the focus off of her.
Last year I met a man through a voluntary work function. Our paths crossed regularly due to this extra curricular gig but we do not work together. We are both in our late 30s, never married, no children, with similar career paths and goals in our respective fields.
For the first 7ish months or so we were friendly but professional, which is how we were with literally dozens of others who also signed up for this. But recently we’ve been talking more outside of the activities with the rest of the group, increasing in frequency and moving to exchanging cell numbers and talking/texting privately.
We’ve been talking nearly every day for probably a month if not more. Sometimes flirty but also a very wide range of topics that apply to us. These were some of the most genuine conversations I’ve had in a long time. We had dinner together Friday which neither of us was willing to call a “date” until it was over. We continued talking Saturday. We also made plans to see each other again this week.
His responses slowed down Sunday and Monday. Tuesday he barely spoke to me at all. Each day he’s less enthusiastic to talk to me. Today I asked if we were still on for later this week and he cancelled.
I’m not sure if I’m paranoid or if I read too much into our previous conversations. Online dating was a joke for me (non-online dating has been almost nonexistent for many years) and I had completely given up on the thought of dating ever again at all since summer 2022 if not before. He has taken on an additional responsibility that we discussed and it seems he suddenly feels that will impact his schedule more than he previously thought though he hasn’t really stated that in a way that doesn’t sound like a halfhearted excuse.
I hate feeling disappointed but also not surprised. I guess I felt like because we didn’t meet online and instead developed a friendship first that this would be different than the usual ghosting (I realize it’s not ghosting but feels like it might still be going that direction since it so often does). I’m afraid I’ve grown too attached too soon and scared away a lovely person. I’m also afraid to discuss it with him and embarrass myself even further by not picking up on (and accepting without argument) his lack of interest.
I just feel so foolish for thinking that “dating” and “relationships” are things I can do/have. I feel stupid for getting my hopes up. I feel ridiculous for checking my phone more often than a 14 year old girl when I’m not too far from 40. I wish that when I had decided I was done with dating that I had been able to stick to it. I already figured out the hard way multiple times that there isn’t anything out there for me. I’m perfectly fine being single, really mom, I am. It’s just when things like this happen I feel like the carrot is dangled before me and makes me want something I know I can’t have and therefore should not want.
Thanks for coming to my pity party, mom. Advice, stories, and commiserations welcome.
(to better understand we belong to Indian family background) Me and her have been great friends for 3 years, she's a great lady helped me up in worst times of my life and fell in love with me. I was hesitant as she lived far away and usually told me her parents won't approve (her parents are extremely conservative and controlling) but she kept insisting on getting into love thing and we did, I kept asking her repeatedly to ask her parents so we can make it a public relationship as I don't like underground ones but like after 6 months she talked with her father who absolutely rejected.
I told her we can just be friends as my feelings for her were always of a great friend and respect more than love but she inforced it, I loved her but the thing is like after a year almost she's not sure if her parents would still approve and it rips me apart a feeling that after all love and this she has no confirmation for me.
Last time I was so messed up thinking of all of it and she was asking for kisses and I was kinda hesitant, I refused her saying would she like me get into some extra marital relationship if she cannot marry me and still be with me maybe I shouldn't have said it but now she's telling me I have abused her saying it and she won't talk ever to me...
I am not sure if I can continue this relationship where I have absolutely no guarantee and she's so aggressive sometimes if gets angry it takes days she would get normal.
I need your serious and kind advise pls 🙏
I met this POT online last month when I started to think about taking action on this other side of me that now I see is the sugar life style.
I was rumbling on an online forum (in another corner of the internet) about how disappointed I was with men and dating wanting to go 50/50, planning cheap dates, 'forgetting' their wallets ignoring birthdays etc... being taken care of turns me on and makes me feel relaxed and feminine. I've been a single parent for nearly 10 years and I would love to have someone to make me forget all responsibilities for a while and also help...but I don't have dreams to live together, get married etc so having the kind of relationship I wanted seemed impossible.
The post evolved with ppl saying I should become an escort and one other woman talking about her relationship which is super chilled, they go on amazing dates, all paid for by him, she travels with her man, all paid for by him, and she receives payments from him- she didn't use the sugar terms but now I see what she was talking about.
Then this guy sent me a very direct DM apologising but introducing himself saying that he was willing to explore a relationship like the one the lady was describing. He said he offered a mature student lady some kind of arrangement where they would date / be intimate and he would help her out with money but the lady refused because she was offended and she was looking for a serious relationship with a future plan whilst he wanted something more light...
Okay so long story short, we exchanged numbers and started trying to set up a date, we don't live far from each other. But at that time I suddenly became super overwhelmed with my work (changing teams) and studies (I'm doing a very intense course and had two exams coming up I was totally unprepared for) plus me and my child became sick so I decided to take a break talking to him since we could not find a suitable day and time.
Fast forward last week, I have tickets to an event near where he lives so I reached out to ask if he is free to finally meet. He isn't but proposed this Friday so it looks like it is finally happening.
At the time when he made his offer, I didn't know anything about the sugar lifestyle and we did not discuss any details, so in one hand I don't want to come off as too transactional since I didn't meet him on Seeking or anything but on the other hand I want to make it clear I don't want vanilla, I want sugar for sugar.
Providing we get along and there is chemistry, how do I bring T&Cs up if he doesn't? What are the things I need to make sure sugar is involved and how?
What are your top tips from SD and SB perspectives for a successful first ever M&G?
Here's the situation: "Amy" had a baby with "Jim". She later went on to marry Jim's nephew "Jack" and had a few more babies. During this marriage, Amy entertained many suiters including random men; it's not out of the realm of possibility that one of those men was Jim, back for a second bite of the apple, so to speak.
I am Amy's granddaughter and am trying to determine if Jack or Jim is my paternal grandfather. I share 12% DNA with Jim's and Amy's grandchild (for SURE Jim is the grandfather) and 7% DNA with Jim and Amy's great-grandchild (again, for SURE Jim's direct descendant). I share 9% DNA with my half-Aunt, one of Amy's children via a later liaison, "Ed".
Based on these DNA percentages, is it more possible that "Jack" is my grandfather, that Jim is my grandfather, or is there no way to tell from just the above information?
Before I met my husband in late 2012, he had taken 2 payday loans from Missouri companies. To my knowledge, they were paid off by the time we met with 100%+ interest. I run his credit reports for him periodically and have never seen them appear as a delinquency nor a judgement. We did it again today, and they are not there. He does not remember what company(ies) they were from at this point. He was part of a class action lawsuit against one of them that resulted in him being awarded between $200-500 between 2016-2019. (Sorry, it's been awhile.) Unfortunately, we didn't save the letter, just deposited the check. I'm having a hard time finding any case it might have been online.
Today, he received a letter from Fidelity Legal Group that states, "...due to the serious delinquency of your previous payday loan originating with Check Into Cash while working at or for [employer], we are reviewing your account for immediate legal action (filing a lawsuit) against you, of which would result in a civil court judgement. A civil judgement will immediately be reported to the credit bureaus and will be aggressively enforced. In addition to the current balance owing on your account, any back interest, court costs and attorney fees will be added to this debt and its total sought in a lawsuit. Civil judgements generally result in wage garnishment and/or lien against personal property or bank account, depending on the applicable for of enforcement allowed by state law." The second point is, "Because you obtained this loan and immediately closed or changed your bank account, and because your check (ACH payment was returned unpaid by your bank due to insufficient funds (NSF) for an amount greater than $100, we have noted your case with fraudulent activity with a malicious intent to commit fraud." It goes on to say that they reserve the right to subpoena me and his father or brother (same name so unsure) to testify against him, as well as, "Our intent is to run your credit report which will result in a hard inquiry being reported to the credit bureaus. A hard inquiry will impact your credit score." All language and punctuation in the quotations is theirs. They've also written, "Cc: U.S. District Court, Transunion credit bureau" and his current credit score at the bottom of the letter but above the detach to pay area. The deadline given to pay is April 5, 2023.
The letter is dated 1/3/2023 but just arrived today. We did move 2 weeks ago, although the postmark is for yesterday to forward to the current address. The employer listed is one he left in early January 2013 before the 6th. Upon looking up the case number online, the address given for the payday loan was one where he resided a minimum of 1.5-2 years prior to October 2012. Although I met him at a party in October 2012, I didn't see him again until December 31, 2012. I didn't live in the state at the time he lived at the address given, but the letter claims I was listed as a reference. He cashed his paychecks at Walmart from 2007 or 2008 through 2013 after closing a bank account. He opened a new bank account at my urging in mid 2013. He did have credit cards, but I don't think those are ACH payments.
Questions: 1. Is this a scam? 2. Can a company really file a lawsuit after a few days without sending you a bill for nearly 10 years? 3. How long can a payday lender collect a debt? And does another company buying the debt reset the clock? 4. Does this note about fraud have any actual consequences? 5. Can I be made to testify about something I know nothing about just because we're married now? 6. Is the class action thing important enough that we need to figure out the details? 7. What can we do to buy time given the April 5 deadline? 8. If you think we should report or file something, can you tell me what state? We bought a house in Illinois but have only lived here for 2 weeks.