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12.02.23

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Relationship Advice

Sooooooo, this is gonna be long but I need opinions and such. Somebody help me lol. I need thoughts and opinions.

Okay so the situation, I’ve been dating a guy for awhile now. Our first day was the day before Halloween and we have been hanging out/going on dates almost every single day since then. In Decemeber, I asked him if we were exclusively dating at this point b/c we had never talked about our relationship/status it just was and still is. He said he was considering us exclusively dating since the very beginning but in terms of bf/gf terms it was too soon for him to say. I was okay with that, as long as I got confirmation that we weren’t dating other people. Never talked about it again until recently, he comes over my house all the time and we hangout/watch movies/talk so I asked again since it’s now February if we were on bf/gf terms and he said yes, at this point it would be crazy not to call each other that. He’s the one who initiated the buying of gifts for Christmas, I thought it would be too soon to buy each other presents and he got me another “early” gift for valentine’s day and plans to get me more. But the thing is that he’s met my parents and my siblings and close family but I’ve never met his. I’ve only met his best friend and the bff’s fiancé, I think he’s worried about me meeting his mom since she’s a religious fanatic and has talked about how Jesus has come to her in her dreams telling her it’s time for her to come “home” and she burned his Supernatural poster in his room when he was out because she thought it looked satanic. I want to ask him why/if he wants or when I should meet her since things have been pretty serious. I just don’t know how to bring it up, I don’t want to be the person who is always asking these questions in the relationship but I am. I feel like it makes me seem needy or somethin but I really want to know and my closest friends are asking why I haven’t met her yet since he’s met mine and gets invited/comes to family events/gatherings and I don’t have a good answer for them.

There is a boy that controls all my moves

If I post Insta stories or not

What pics do I post

The music I hear

If I shave my legs or not

If I wash my hair or not

If I wear perfume

What I read

What I wear

What I buy

The people I talk to...

Everything, and he doesn't know he has that power on me. But I want to like him, idk why I mean HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND AND HE IS HAPPY. And I'm here, thinking of him every minute...

the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please don’t grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess i’ll never know. we’re both too grow to go back.

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Roger and David, Green is the Colour rehearsal…

Been there done that tbh,

Chemistry tuition, one year older than me, didn't talk much but always stared at each other when the other was looking away, never had the opportunity to ask him anything else, but was sarcastic to him all the time

A year late he goes to college but his face haunts me till date.

Girls, use this little part of Tumblr to talk about him/her :) you can use comment section as well as reposting this.

I'll start <3

Sooo, this guy came to my chemistry classes last year, and one day he just talked to me, the thing is that he let me his notes (the class before that one I couldn't go) that really surprised since boys of my age aren't so nice I think (?).

Then minutes later he asked me a question, what really made me overthink was that he had his friends right behind him "why would he talk to me when he has people he knows just half step behind? That was weird"

And now, this year I do not see him that much but sometimes we see each other in the hallways, and he always (yes, I mean always) looks where I'm sitting :) Don't judge me, as a thought daughter and delulu person this makes me think A LOT.

But now seriously isn't it strange that he looks where I am and we always make eye contact? 😭

I wish I were brave enough to talk to him and just ask his Instagram, but I'm not, so I guess he will be just another crush I didn't talk to <\3

isn't my fvcking car dude, no more joke

One for the lads

In my junior year I became fast friends with a guy named Joe. We talked about our lives and ideas and so many other things - he told me I could tell him anything. I told him about how deeply I mourned my grandmother’s death. We hung out at school, I beat him at chess, we texted late at night. I was so glad we were friends. I even offered to start carpooling, to drive him home when I found out he waited at school for two hours for someone to pick him up, and his house was barely out of my way.

Then...I don’t really know what happened. Everyone was convinced he had a major crush on me. We were a pretty small school, so gossip got around fast. Everyone kept asking me what I was gonna do when he asked me to prom. I assured them all that Joe and I were just friends and that I didn’t like him that way and I didn’t want to date him. A week later, he just kind of...stopped. He stopped talking to me. He stopped answering my texts. He didn’t sit near me in classes anymore. I still drove him home. He didn’t even say hello. He just sat in my car and stared at his phone. 

At the end of the year, I found out he was dating one of my friends. I didn’t care, but I wished that he would tell me straight why we weren’t friends anymore. 

I told my uncle that summer how I’d lost a friend that I cared so much for and he’d never even told me to my face. My uncle wasn’t sympathetic at all. He told me I didn’t know what it was like to be rejected, how badly it hurt. He said that Joe was justified.

I did know how it felt to be rejected. Joe rejected me, my friendship. I never saw him again.

Then came my first semester of university. I quickly met a boy named Nathan. Nathan was nice and good at the piano and thought I was smart and we got on pretty well. But I figured out pretty quickly that he liked me as more than a friend. So one night I asked him if he wanted to ask me out, if he liked me. He looked a bit awkward, but he said yes.

And I told him I wanted to be friends, but I wasn’t interested in dating. I was very clear. I said I didn’t want to lead him on. I wasn’t going to date him. He nodded and smiled and said okay, and I smiled back.

We continued to hang out every so often. When we sat next to each other on benches or couches he would slowly inch towards me as we were talking and our legs would be pressing together, and I would readjust and scoot away until I was nearly falling off the bench. I asked him to stop doing that.

One day he was dead set on a picnic early dinner in the university gardens. I told him it was a terrible idea - the mosquitoes would eat us alive. He persisted, and we went. We left ten minutes later because I was right about the bugs. Instead we just kind of wandered around campus. He pressed in close to my side and I uncomfortably realized it was kind of like a date. He told me I was pretty and that talking to me felt like talking to someone who knew everything. He looked at me with something like awe and I felt uncomfortable but told him thank you anyway. He walked me back to my dorm and made a beeline for the piano in the lobby.

He played a song for me while I sat on the chair behind him, unsure of what to do or look at or say. He got up from the bench and shuffled his feet a bit and asked me to be his girlfriend.

And I told him no. Exactly as I said before. He said “Why!” I said that I’d already told him I didn’t want to date him. He said that he thought if I experienced him taking me on a date I’d change my mind. And, well, I didn’t. After a bit more of this back and forth I told him sorry but no and he left. He was crying. I wasn’t happy. I wished he’d have just listened to me when I said I wasn’t interested, when I asked him to give me more space. 

I see him around campus sometimes. We don’t talk anymore. I wish that Joe and Nathan and all the others like them could just have been my friend. I wish they valued me, my company and my friendship, over my potential as a girlfriend. 

thoughts on the friendzone

[TRADUCCIÓN ESPAÑOLA] (thanks a ton, krissyraawr!)

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when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah–but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

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