Met a guy on tinder and we went for lunch.
The date went okay but I wasn't really interested in him because he was quite boring.
After the date, he asked me to drive him to where his car was parked.
As I started to drive, he put his hands down his pants and began to masturbate.
I was so shocked and disgusted that I literally froze and couldn't speak.
He began moaning and told me to look.
As we approached his car he told me to watch me finish, and he exploded all over his pants.
I slammed on the brakes and told him in a calm voice, thank you for lunch now please get the fuck out of my car.
He asked me for a tissue to clean himself up. I gave him the tissue and he got out. I immediately blocked his number in my phone and deleted him from tinder.
I fell in love with an Italian girl who was studying here in Portugal.
She left and we decided not to have a long distance relationship.
It’s been 2 months since she left and I can't seem to move on.
I am crazy enough to move to Italy, but I have people dependent on me (my family), and I don't know what to do.
I know nothing is forever, and this could go wrong, but I really want to give this a shot because it's the first time I have felt this way for someone.
We had a long distance relationship, and we were totally in love.
I broke his heart, and I ended up marrying someone else.
I hadn’t seen him in 10 years, but 2 months ago we met up for the first time.
He has a girlfriend now, but when he dropped me off, we kissed.
My heart is still with him, but I know we'll never be together.
A while back I was walking and bumped into a girl by accident. She started screaming at me, and asked me if I was blind.
Her boyfriend was next to her, and he told her to calm down.
She was really angry that he defended me, and she walked off.
He stayed with me, and apologized for her behavior. He told me that dating her was really hard and that he wanted to end it. He also said he didn't know how to because she was mentally ill, and breaking up with her would kill her.
A few months after that incident, by chance I bumped into him again. He told me he had broken up with his girlfriend a while back because he found out she was just pretending to be ill.
One spring night, while waiting for a train, a group of guys started chatting with me. I gave one of them my number, and 6 months later he contacted me.
I went to his place, typical Netflix and chill. After we had (very bad) sex, we went out together to walk his dog.
As we were walking, he spotted someone walking towards us. He suddenly told me thought it was his girlfriend, which I certainly didn't know about.
When she approached us, he introduced me as a friend. I just smiled and shook her hand.
As we were talking, the guy made an awkward suggestion that we should have a threesome. His girlfriend went nuts. I left, and took the bus home.
I finally got to go on a date with this guy that I really liked.
He took me to dinner, and then we went back to my house to watch a movie. We snuggled up on the couch, and he put his arm around me.
I put my hand on his thigh...big mistake. The poor guy blew his load in his pants simply because I touched his leg. It was terrible!
We met on tinder, and on the first date he showed up with flowers.
We spent the night together, after which he didn't leave. Instead we spent 2 whole days straight together.
After all this time, he turns to me and says “I was just doing an experiment with you. I wanted to see if I'm ready to have a girlfriend, but I'm not, I really need to focus on my career."
The funny part is that I didn't want to be his girlfriend, and I’m not sure why he didn't just leave after our first night together.
We had already slept together twice, before telling me over drinks that he had a girlfriend, and he was seeing me just for sex. I was really angry, didn't know what to do, and I had to think quickly. I decided to get payback.
After we finished our drinks I agreed to go back to his place. I acted very calm and cool.
At his place we started making out, and I recommended we make it interesting. He was curious, and he agreed. I proceeded to use his socks to tie him up very tightly to his bedpost. He couldn't move…and he was loving it. Next, I completely undressed him. Now he was totally naked, with no blanket over him, and was still unable to move.
He then watched as I collected my things, and got ready to leave the apartment. He became very angry and kept asking why I was doing this. I told him “don’t hate the player, hate the game” and left the apartment. I later found out through a mutual friend he was tied up all night, and wasn't able to get untied until his roommate came home the next morning.
He seemed perfect. Spiritual, successful, handsome, fun, and dynamic. We hadn’t been dating long, but when I told him I would be traveling to Brazil for a month he said he would do whatever it took to make this relationship work. I agreed.
We facetimed everyday. On Valentine's Day, I had my dad trudge through a blistering cold winter day to drop off white roses & chocolate at his lobby. I returned to NYC in March and we celebrated my birthday. I was falling in love.
One week later, he sits me down and the prince charming I thought I knew died before my very eyes. He confessed to sleeping with a girl he met at Whole Foods recently, and she was now pregnant. He said, “she's a model & I feel her status is something important to explore.” I was devastated, and we broke up.
5 months later he crawled back to me, saying he realized that “beauty lives more within than it does on the outside.” Still blinded by “love”, I allowed him into my life yet again. 6 more painful months went by before we broke up for the second time, and today I can say it's finally over.
I've realized that you can never change a leopard's spots. A man who disrespects a woman once will continue to do so. If it's not through infidelity, it's through coercion, verbal/emotional abuse, or manipulation.
I am happy to say I am now stronger, better, and smarter for having gone through this. I am proud I have a big heart that can forgive - even prouder to have one that can move on without any hatred. I embody peace, restfulness, awareness, readiness. I know I will find someone worthy of that; a good, honest, true, authentic, deep, loving person.
During our first proper meeting, we ended up having drunken sex in the backyard of the party we went to. It was my first time with another girl and I loved it. After that night, we continued to have sex and to see each other.
I felt myself growing actual romantic feelings for her, but at that time I was scared and unsure of my own sexuality. I worried about what other people would think, so I stopped seeing her.
I still feel incredibly bad about it. But now years later, I can say with absolute confidence that I am bisexual and that's nothing to be ashamed of.
I met a guy on Tinder and we hit it off straight away. He was caring, compassionate, and we had a lot of laughs. He met my friends and we started spending a bunch of time together.
We dated for about 2 months before having a conversation about what we both really wanted from life. He quite openly told me that he didn't believe in love or marriage. He didn't plan on settling down or having children.
He also explained that he had no real connection to his own family. He was a wandering soul.
I am a total romantic, and when I heard this it was like someone had stabbed me in the back. I mean, how can you not believe in love?!
We ended up becoming great friends, but there's no way I could be with someone with those values.