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Creepy Talk : The Repository for Inappropriate and Bizarre Messages

2013.07.13 03:38 KrisCraig Creepy Talk : The Repository for Inappropriate and Bizarre Messages

Have you ever received a dick pic on a dating site or a "your hot lets fuck" message from a total stranger on Facebook? Do you enjoy laughing your ass off? Then Creepy Talk is the place for you!
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2020.10.27 00:52 ihatemylife877 My (34M) good friend is acting strange now that myself (28F) got back together with my (31M) ex boyfriend. How do i tell him to back off without alienating him?

My good friend... let’s call him James, has been an extremely good friend for years. So much so that he is even good friends with my family. He has expressed interest in my numerous times but I have always shut down the prospect of a relationship and he has verbally acknowledged several times that he is aware we would never be a ‘thing’. Due to the pandemic, i have been seeing so much more of James since we are limiting contact with larger groups of friends. I have been in contact with a previous boyfriend for several months, let’s call him Steve, and James was more than supportive, even encouraging, about us getting back together. Steve and James were friends prior to my knowing either of them. Mind you, we all volunteer at the same church youth group so we do have a lot of common interests. Now that I am dating Steve, James is acting very out of character. He will text me in a way he thinks will automatically create a conversation which comes off as creepy, will offer to leave family events or hangouts with other friends almost instantly after I text him to see what he’s up to and will offer to help me clean or do chores just to see me. I don’t want to loose the friendship especially since we are very involved with each other’s families but the way he is acting is very off putting and is making me keep him further and further from arms length. What is a good way to tell him this without hurting his feelings or damaging our relationship? Is it alright to ignore the behavior until it stops in an effort to not make him uncomfortable? Can a friendship like this actually even work out if one friend has feelings for another? I have never been in a situation like this and I want to make sure I am not hurting anyone’s feelings unnecessarily. I feel like just saying “the way you’re acting is kinda clingy and creepy so can you just knock it off?” is the most direct way but also not productive and that’s been all the advice I can find on google.
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2020.10.27 00:35 cracksoflightning Raising Kids With Sexual Self Esteem

I'm a single parent of three children. They range from elementary school age to high school age.
I think teaching sex positivity is relatively easy. They should know the science, know that sex is not something to be ashamed of, that sexuality is part of their healthy embodied selves, and can be an expression of love. We have read books, talked about most of the basics.
But how do you keep the communication open when the challenging stuff starts to happen, and those challenges are different for everyone, and it is hard to anticipate what they will be for your own kids
My two oldest are way too embarrassed to talk about it, even though I have told them they are welcome to talk to me about anything should they need to. (they are boys, and I am their mother…) I even told my oldest, much to his discomfort and embarrassment, that it was easy to get condoms if he ever needed them.
"Mom, that's disgusting!!!" he yells at me
Then the issues are different for girls and boys, or are they?
I don't look at sex as a negative, a character flaw in our humanity that makes girls vulnerable to pregnancy, and everyone vulnerable to disease. I consider the ability for a woman to give birth an awesome miracle, but that she and only she, has the ultimate say over her body. OK I get it, they can learn about birth control. That part is easy. I don't have to worry about my daughter yet, but I am hoping she will be more forthcoming with me when it matters than either of my sons so far.
Having said that, I would have been *mortified* to talk about anything sex related with my own mother, although looking back she was definitely trying to be sex positive.
The thing is, we don't want to talk about those things with our parents, because sexuality is about separation from the family of origin (feel free to correct me) And herein lies the challenge.
Also, I don't believe in the mononormative model. (there doesn't seem to be an established word for the 'normativity of monogamy' i.e. that only monogamous union is normal and desirable) It didn't serve my sexual or psychological interests nor does it for many people. This doesn't mean I don't value monogamous love, but I wont be giving the lecture... "When you meet the right girl/guy”... because who is right? Perhaps one day they will settle down, but what about before then? I would be sad for them if they weren’t sexually active.
I will tell them, it has to *feel* right. Is it just a matter of telling them to trust their instincts? Some people have weird instincts-like being attracted to older men-I was reading about it somewhere (Gd forbid for my daughter….) or someone who is abusive (so many narcissists around these days)
I guess if I can trust them to ride a bike, I can trust them to “trust their instincts” to something so much more complicated.
The only thing I can say for certain about sex is that there should be mutual consent. I tell my kids that. As long as there is mutual consent (and that means adult consent, or same age consent), then *that* person is the right partner.
But what if my kids suffer from what I did, and many people do, but its an issue that is *never* discussed. What if they fall in love with some dominant good looking personality in their peer group and channel their unfulfilled sexuality though their unrequited love of that person? What if my son is dreaming of this girl, and I don't even know he is suffering?
If this is short term, its harmless enough, but sometimes these things can drag on for years, and all the while it is wreaking havoc with one’s sexual self esteem one’s entire concept of self.
Unrequited love can become an addiction. I don't want that for my children. Of course, I don't want *any* kind of addiction in their lives. Porn is another issue, but I feel like that is easier to monitodiagnose.
So part of the question becomes: How can a parent encourage sexual confidence in their child? How can they make sure the child grows into a person who *values* their pleasure, and becomes a sexually competent adult? I want my children to become adults who enjoy their sexuality. This is more of a challenge with a girl (in adolescence you’re either a d*g or a sl*t or a b*tch), but can also be a challenge for a boy. (Read about incels and you will understand what I mean) My children are normal looking kids, (I’m being modest) but you never know the hand you will be dealt in puberty. Some people blossom in puberty and become god like, others become quite unattractive pimply, fat, their facial features become distorted, their once beautiful blonde hair darkens, they grow hips and boobs and cant play sport like they used to, or they don't grow big enough boobs and that becomes an issue.. The boy doesn’t grow tall/muscular enough and so on.... Then what?
Whatever card they are dealt, how do I set the ground for sexual self esteem?
How can I teach them confidence to speak up about their desires without coming across as 'creepy'?
"Look Kid, if you like the girl, ask her out, be straight forward that you want to play around and ask if you have a chance or not." Girl in question will laugh/sneeslap him, (in the movies it seems girls are allowed to assault boys).) Or more likely, dismiss him as a creep, and saying "My mom told me to say this!", wont help him. :-)
For my daughter,ugh, I really have no idea. If she's attractive enough she might get offers, that she can decline or accept (and hopefully come to me for advice)(Perhaps learn self defense) If she's less attractive, then she has to be one the to ask. (if she wants to). She will probably just stuff her feelings down deep and not come out of the closet for another 20 years. (not if I can help it!)
How do I tell them, its ok to feel sexual desire, and romantic love is one form of sexual desire, so be honest about it? (No Mom, its true love!!! I don't care about sex! I just want to express my love! " (I would have said this at 15. I was on such a high horse of romance)
Or maybe, she can not worry about it at all. How am I to know its all ok either way? Or my boys wont worry about it at all.....That would make it easier for me.
Is there just only so much a parent can do before we hit a brick wall?
Another useful piece of advice-model sexual self esteem or fulfillment. But I am single. Any sex is *not* taking pace in my children’s home, and *not* with their knowledge. I have not dated in a while (way too busy and uninterested). It doesn’t mean I wont start. But I wouldn't bring a partner home, and there won't be any positive role modelling here. Are they doomed because of this? (OTOH, I want them to bring their partners home...)
If I were married I might model some passionate kissing, or ear nibbling or something. Maybe I should just tell them that.
“Yuk mom, that’s disgusting…!!!!” I can hear it now. So maybe I shouldn’t say that...
And there are *no* answers anywhere about this. There’s just the usual “Blah blah blah birth control , blah blah blah, diseases….blah blah wait for the right guy/girl...blah blah with your husband/wife.”
Also, the advice assumes that everyone magically becomes sexually active, and that is the only problem related to sexuality that exists in adolescence.
What if *my* kids end up being the attractive ones? How do I teach them empathy when their hoards of admirers write them love letters? Pressure them? Cry over them? This really happens, because nature is very unfair. One or both of my sons might be like that. What would I know? How do I treat the girls that admire them? How do I treat admirers of my daughter? How do I act if she has no admirers?
No one discusses this.
Should I just encourage them to be super busy so they don't notice until they turn 18?
Being busy works for a lot of things when it comes to being in denial.
What do you think?
Please only sex positive replies. Hopefully some sexually self esteemed ones. Mononormativity in moderation only please.
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2020.10.27 00:24 culpat The excursion into the world beyond

I dated a girl who just loved scary stories, the mystic, and the supernatural. Not to say that she is obsessed with the topic but close to it.
And at one of the parties where we were together, Dina started talking about the Japanese rite of passage to the world beyond. That evening was very vivid because I probably already knew that it would not end well.
"We need to find a building with an elevator," Dina said. Then take a ride in a certain sequence on the elevator. If no one gets hooked on the floors, click on the fifth floor, and then a woman in red will enter the elevator. But it won't be a human and you can't talk to her in any way...
This story alone made me feel creepy. I demanded that she not continue, but our company was outraged. And I had no choice but to listen to the rest of the story with everyone else.
"Well," Dina continued, " when the woman comes in, you need to push the button to the top floor. But the elevator will not go up, but down, and it will take you to the world beyond. Everything is the same as this world, but only you will be there. If you go out for a walk and don't find your way back, someone else will return to our world instead of you. Yes, and I forgot to tell you the main thing. You should be alone in the elevator if you're going to make the trip.
Friends laughed at this story and forgot. But only I can't get it out of my head. I look at Dina and realize that she will take the elevator.
She gave me a wink in response.
No matter how I tried to dissuade her, she wouldn't listen to me. I didn't sleep at all last night, I was worried about her. I didn't like this story at all.
The next day, her phone was dead. I ran to her apartment, but no one opened the door. So it went on for a week and I didn't make a fuss, because our friends saw her, and she went to work.
But a week later, when I went to her apartment again, she opened the door to me. I saw a woman with ulcers, it was so creepy. Because it wasn't my Dina standing in the doorway. Yes, she was with her appearance, but the manner of speaking, moving, her voice - everything is different. I wasn't even surprised when she said she didn't want to see me. Her voice was kind of lifeless and the eyes were dim. No one could have changed so much in such a short time.
I thought it was the Japanese rite. And that my real Dina was left alone in that world. So I decided to go after her, even though it was creepy. I didn't wait. After Dina slammed the door to her apartment, I started crying and got into the elevator. But I couldn't remember in what order to click on the floor buttons.
However, I will find a way to save her. I hope this doesn't take too long. See you later, dear Dina...
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2020.10.27 00:22 OverUnityMan I got zero dates for years, after years of advices from lots of sources, and I want your feedback

I don't think I'm allowed to write links here, but if you Youtube Search "Le Hark Night Talk" and watch the dark night video, the first 10 seconds of the video will show you what I'm upset about. Googling my name will show you a thing or two about my life and my personality.
The other videos on my channel are my recollection recap of what happened. Zero replies in over a year on a dating site, where "Hey How are you?" got 10% of women to reply to my brown friend, who later fixed up my profile, and said it has no problems. View count now is over 1200.
The only few who replied on East Meet East are NON Asians, and I had to pay to reply. I had a 1 hour video chat with one of them, but she had moved away to a different country, and told me late.I've had Asian girls tell me in real life, that she has a no Asian rule in dating, and that she has never been with one, although she is Asian. I asked why, and they never gave a straight reason.
I approached over 100 women in the span of 5 years, and 1 did not reject. She was 15, and so I had to cancel the date, she agreed to, explicitly, confirming the meeting point as a Peruvian restaurant which I researched and suggested.
I've had a pretty looking stranger say "Any girl you approach is lucky", after I stopped the group of 2, as they were about to walk past me, opposite direction, in a street. I've had spontaneous, no-word hug with a stranger who was prettier than the other mall woman who called me creepy 2 minutes prior, for approaching her. I've knuckle brushed onto the face cheek of a cute West South Asian girl at a dance club, without saying anything, and she smiled, angled her head to enjoy, and asked me to dance with her friend, too.
I believe my problem is majority of women being terrible.I believe this, because most are rude, and some are friendly back. Half ignore "Hey" in real life, but men don't. I did NOT change up my ways. I've had friendships that never had to end.
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2020.10.27 00:16 delores98 I think I was abused by my father as a kid

When I was a kid I had a great relationship with my father and the second I became a teenager we fought all the time. Fast forward I’m 22 living on the other side of the country from my dad and I’m happily married. My dad lived with us for a few months but wouldn’t help out and would steal from us so we eventually kicked him out and he went BACK to live with his mom AGAIN. He messaged me revelry saying he’s be back in about 2 weeks to get some stuff he left behind in a closet. Ever since he told me that I’ve been filled with anxiety telling myself that as soon as he gets his stuff and is gone I’m never talking to him again. I had to make a list of creepy/weird things that have happened across my life for me to realize that I may have been abused by my dad. For starters he was 34 when he had me and my mom was 20. He claims they met when she was 16/17 and “didn’t start dating until she was 18” but an 18yo deciding to have a kid with a 34yo after less than a year of dating doesn’t seem right to me given the circumstances. My mom got a secret job at a stripper and left my dad when I was 2 and my dad has always told me to never believe or trust my mom. And I had every reason to believe him until now. I always had an unexplainable feeling around my dad. I never wanted to show skin which shouldn’t be a protein with family. A girl should be able to wear a bathing suit or a cami top around her father and it be sexualized. He never made comments but I felt uncomfortable. He’s also said many sexist things over the years. When I moved out and came back to visit family after over a year of not seeing me the first thing he said was “wow you put on a ton of weight”. I’m 150 and most of my life I was underweight. We also shared a laptop when I was a teenager and I’d find “father daughter” porn in the search results. I’ve always always been extremely traumatized by anything sexual in movies or anything really. I had a nightmare in middle school about being violated/raped in my sleep that felt way too real but when I woke up I felt no pain or any discomfort or physicals signs. He also has a horrible relationship with my grandma. He screams at her, he’s stolen money from her and taken advantage of her taking care of him for years. We all three lived together since I was 13 until I moved out at 19 because he never got a job and would just mooch off her. He’s a narcissist. This may all sounds like a stretch but it’s taken a decade for me to slowly put everything together. Maybe my mom was groomed by him and she just wanted out? Maybe he DID violate me? Everything makes me think he’s an abuser and I’m not ready to see him again honestly I’m scared he’s gonna make another comment about my body and my self esteem is not ready for that. I’m dreading seeing him and I never wanna see or speak to him again. I want answers I know he can’t give me. I also know that I probably need therapy but I’m very anxious about it and it’s not very accessible to me right now. I’m in trying to take baby steps for my own sake.
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2020.10.26 23:42 Sawyerthesadist Johnny The Anarchist, and the dumb list of rules.

“So.... do you have any experience working security?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, but you have completed the online course correct?”
“There was an online course?”
The skinny man slammed his head into his hand. Buddy told me his name, just... couldn’t remember.
“Look!”
I said leaning forward with a smile.
“What do you need me to do exactly? Check some cameras? Yell at some teenagers? Stay awake all night without the help of illegal but totally legit stimulants!?”
I winked. He stared at me but didn’t smile.
“I got you man! Whatever you need I got it down! Of course I can always learn as I go!”
The skinny man stress sighed into both his hands. He had an okay dress shirt but it was covered in sweat.
“Tell me about your last Job at the Dollar store.”
He finally said.
“Ah no no no no no, Legally I don’t have to talk about it T... t...”
“Terry. My name is Terry”
“Don’t be silly Terry I knew that! Now our great government has declared that-“
“Whatever you are about to say, I guarantee it has not...”
“Shut up Terry! I mean, sorry..... I don’t want to talk about the Dollar store.”
Terry was quiet for a moment. I could see those two nerdy little eyes judging me. Fucking corporate bitch this one. I couldn’t judge him to much though, nowadays I was just as much a government slave as him.
Terry sat up. Shuffled some papers on his desk. Pushed back his glasses that where falling off his nose.
“Johnny... Del-Montague? Is that right?”
I shuddered a bit at the mention of my last name.
“Yeah that’s it.”
I replied.
“What makes you think you’ll be a good fit for this Job Johnny?”
He asked.
I looked out the office door, to the waiting area, where rows and rows of seats laid empty.
“I’m going to Level with you a bit Terry. Normally this is where I continue to talk out my ass and give you some pretty words that may or may not work.”
I turned back to look him in the eye.
“But honestly Terry, I think the fact that I’m here and I’m breathing might be enough.”
Terry groaned. Not looking up from the papers on his desk.
“Unfortunately you’re right...”
He muttered.
I smiled.
“Do you even remember what we do here Johnny?”
He asked.
I blanked for a moment.
“Uhh... refresh my memory...”
“Do you actually even care?”
“Well, is it important?”
“No.”
He said. Pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to me.
“What is important is this list. Now look all I need you to do is fallow these rules and-“
“Wait?”
I interrupted.
“I can’t use the bathroom between 12-2am?”
“No, that’s really important Johnny. If you do-“
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal...”
“JESUS JOHNNY! I’ll throw in another twenty a night. Just piss in a bucket or something if you have to go then.”
I looked back up to him. I think this man was a little bit wacko.
“Okay... the kid in black I’m supposed to ignore. He like, the owners son or something?”
“Not important, just stay away from it.”
“Okay... and-“
“Look, Johnny... I’m really hopping to leave in an hour. Can you start tonight or no.”
Ah crap I didn’t want to start today... better not let this slip though.
“Sure.”
I said.

I pulled my old beater back into... you know, I should really figure out what this place actually is. Ah doesn’t matter though. It’s work now!
I grabbed my fast food bag and headed for the door. Terry passed me by on my way in with nervous smile on his face.
“You went over the list right Johnny?”
He asked.
Oh... shit... that dumb list... it was. Fuck I couldn’t remember what I did with it. I just smiled and nodded. Couldn’t be that important.
Terry handed me they keys and a weird purple pokey thing.
“For number 7.”
He said.
“Don’t forget that one.”
I smiled and nodded, pretending to know what he was talking about.
“Okay.”
He said.
“Also don’t forget about rule 3 when it comes to that food. I’m heading out now. Good luck Johnny.”
With that he scampered off. Sprinted away was more like it. Anyway, with that I entered the building, locking the door behind me, and made my way to the surveillance room.
I plopped my fast food down and started rolling my first spliff of the night. Didn’t get a good look at that list but I certainly didn’t see anything about this on it. The feeds seemed a bit glitchy. Terry dude, got keep your stuff up to date.
A rat crawled out of a nearby vent. It crawled down and approached me cautiously. I smiled and tossed him a French fry. He seemed to stare at it for a moment before grabbing it and scampering off. I lit up my spliff.
Shit, I actually didn’t know how to interact with the camera feed. Ah well, figure I can just mash every button until I find what works. One of them shut the screen off but hitting it again turned everything back on.
Rat buddy came back with a friend, fallowed by a third. I ignored them for now. Just focusing on how to work this computer.
I was about to press this weird red button off to the side of the keyboard when my arm accidentally knocked my drink over. I hope that wasn’t rule 3... I quickly took my sweater sleeve and rubbed it over the keyboard. It hit all the keys but other then shutting off the screen and opening a few weird tabs, nothing happened.
I thought about calling Terry but figured it was better if I pretended I knew exactly what I was doing, I could get away with that for awhile.
The rats where everywhere now. They where all running around me in almost a perfect circular pattern. Little weirdos. I tossed them some more fries.
I looked up to one of the camera feeds to see that there where actually two night workers here. We’ll, I think they where anyway. Their forms where all glitched out threw the feed. Couldn’t get much details other then the black human shapes. I decided I better go introduce myself, wouldn’t be a very good security person if I didn’t!
I decided to grab that weird purple pointy thing just in case I thought something was a rule 7. As soon as I picked it up all the rats suddenly ran away. Fucking... little weirdos...
As I made my way down through this is place I realized I didn’t actually know what room they where in. I opened one door and what sounded like a high pitched scream rang out. I quickly slammed the door. Guess you need earplugs to work with whatever is in there.
Finally I found the two, though, it looked like my camera feed hadn’t actually been lying to me. These poor guys where so covered in coal or sud or whatever it was that they where completely black. Everything except their eyes which looked like they had been burnt white. Not sure how they even saw me.
I lite up a new spliff and introduce myself without delay.
“Hey guys! Guess you’re night crew eh? Terry didn’t tell me their was other night workers. My names Johnny and-“
“LEAVE US BE MORTAL!!!! WEVE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE YOU WHERE EVEN A PART OF THIS WORLD AND WE DEMAND THAT WE BE LEFT IN PEACE!!!”
They practically roared at me. Jesus it wasn’t just the eyes and the body. Some off the fumes here really must have done a number on these guys voiceboxs. This is the problem with the corporations, this right here!!!
“Wow! Sorry guys! Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you just making sure you’re not teenagers, heheh. Oh by the way, I bet you can get this place to cover surgery for those eyes, probably even sue them if they don’t.”
I awkwardly started to back out while the two stared me down.
“Whatsss wrong with our eyesss.”
one hissed
“I... uh... sorry to bother you gentlemen. Oh, before I go, want a hoot?”
The both stared at me, no emotions off these guys. Just those creepy eyes.
“....yessss.”
One of them said, more like gasped.
I passed them the joint. Whatever was covering them seemed to float off them as the one reached out. As his fingers touched it the black stuff on him contaminated my spliff. He inhaled.
“Okay, well um...”
Now there was more of these workers showing up. Guess they all wanted a hoot.
“You guys can keep that one, I’ll leave you to it.”
I said as I made my way out. Fuckers really needed a shower.
As I made my way back through the dark hallways I ran into another dude. He didn’t look like another worker but he was dressed all in black. Owners son I’m guessing.
I smiled and nodded, remembering he didn’t like to be talked to. He looked back and gave a sadistic grin that reminded me way to much of my brother. I walked past, but this dude turned around and started fallowing me. All the way to the surveillance room where I locked the door on him.
I sat back. Poured a small amount of coke I had into a napkin, and parachuted it. Time to get ready for the latter hours of the night.
1:00am
Some children showed up in one of the rooms. I was able to use the intercom to get them to scatter. They kept coming back though, and there was always more of them. Never got a good look but I could tell they where young by their faint silhouettes. Eventually I decided I was going to ignore them. I’m not calling the cops on children.
1:45am
Sorry Terry but I’m not taking a number 2 in a bucket. And this one is coming right now! I opened the door to the surveillance room and nearly jumped out of my skin. That weird dude that fallowed me was still there, grinning.
I just stood there for a minute. Wait, maybe this guy needed something. Maybe this was about rule 7? I grabbed the purple thing and offered it to him. His expression changed to shock as he stared at it. He looked up at me, then back to the pokey thing. Suddenly he smiled with true glee in his eyes, grabbed it, and ran away.
Geez I can see why Terry wanted me to stay away from him. There was something off about that guy.
I found the bathroom, walked into an empty stall, and released the fast food from my bowls.
As soon as I with finished I was met with a terrifying sight. There was no toilet paper!
I quickly emptied my pockets hoping for a tissue or something when I felt a piece of printer paper. The list of rules!
I was about to look it over when a loud banging came on the stall door. Sorry Terry, don’t want to be rude. I wiped my ass with the rules and down the toilet they went.
I opened the stale door and was greeted by what looked like a feral red eyed albino. He looked like he was about to charge me but I quickly smiled and patted him on the shoulder, apologizing for the wait.
As I left, he just stared at me with an expression I could only describe as flabbergasted. Fucker had split his tongue too. Whatever rocks with you my dude.
I exited the stall only to see a bunch of those workers still all blacked out all running away from something. What fallowed was that weird dude from earlier ridding on top of a horde of rats while pointing that purple thing after them.
It took me a moment to process what I just saw. I decided it was best not to think about it too much.
3:00am
I was about to snort a line of blow when all of a sudden my phone started ringing. Oh fuck me, it was my brother Sawyer...”
I picked it up and spoke.
“Look dude, I care about you and all but is this like, really important? I kinda just started a new job and honestly Sawyer, I’m still not feeling great about you.”
“JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY! PLEASE HELP ME JOHNNY!!!”
Came my brothers panicked voice. I quickly took the spliff out of my mouth.
“What? Bro, what’s going on!?”
I asked concerned.
“It’s Mike and Sam Johnny! They won’t let me leave!!! I want to come home Johnny, I want to see you and mom and dad, please Johnny!!!”
I sighed.
“Bro what the fuck did I tell you about working for them, look-“
“THEIR TAKING MY HAIR JOHNNY! They’re taking it pore by pore and using it to fill their own bald spots. I’m going to go bald Johnny!”
“Yeah, that sounds like mike and Sam...”
I said rolling my eyes. Sawyer kind of deserved this.
“Please Johnny! I think they might kill me! I think they are actually-“
“Look bro, calm down!”
I said cutting him off.
“They’re not going to kill you. You’re family. Look, I’ll call grandpa for you in the morning and see if he can help. I need to go though.”
“JOHNNY PLEASE-“
I hung up on him and sighed. It was times like this that made me want to start drinking again, but that was only good for dulling your mind not expanding it.
4:47am
The workers where running wild. Occasionally one would bang on my door only to run away as weirdo boy king of the rats made his next round. There where this weird sorta human looking things sulking around with no faces and extra long limbs. Occasionally these weird bloody face’s would flicker over the cameras for a bit. These weird dudes in hats seemed to be teleportation around the place.
I was going to have to have a chat with my coke guy. Think he accidentally got MDA in it again...
5:30am
“So Johnny how’d it go, you’re alive so I’m assuming you didn’t have any issues with the rules.”
I forced a laugh at his bad joke and tossed him the keys back.
“No troubles! Oh but I forgot to dump the piss bucket though. Mind getting that for me?”
Terry sighed and nodded. Walking inside.
I was about to drive home but I suddenly felt myself feeling guilty about my call with Sawyer, he was still my brother after all.
I dialed the number and waited.
“Hey Johnny! It’s Vanessa, Sawyers busy atm but I can give him a message. I think he’d actually be glad to hear you called!”
“Oh, hey Ven. Just tell him I’m sorry for hanging up last night. Tell him to call me back would you.”
There was a pause for a moment.
“Uhh, Johnny, Sawyer has been in the reserve all night. He only had a tablet, he couldn’t have called you from it.”
“Wait... are you sure??”
Suddenly I herd Terry scream from inside the building. I quickly started my engine and sped out of there. Whatever it was I could make up an explanation latter.
“Yeah.”
Vanessa continued.
“It’s actually been a real shit show.He went out to try and organize everyone but now Samuel wants him to kill someone and...”
“Wait, but if it wasn’t Sawyer... who called me...?”
“Where you high Johnny?”
“Yes, but not THAT high!”
“Uh huh.... No offense Johnny but I feel like I’ve herd this story a thousand times before...”
BOOOOOM
I looked behind me to see that my new work place had just exploded.
“Johnny... what the fuck was that!?!”
Vanessa asked.
“Nothing!”
I said and quickly hung up.
I guess I was going to have to find a new job.
Maybe that was for the best...
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2020.10.26 23:35 phantorgasmic My boyfriend [27M] still hangs out and drinks with a former flame [25F] who has been nothing but cold as ice to me [25F] since we began dating. [LONG]

TLDR: My boyfriend and his female friend were each other’s “first times” when they were teenagers. She apparently liked my boyfriend a lot around the time they slept together, but he turned her down. 6 months to a year after this happened, him and I fooled around and we expressed we had feelings for one another. I moved away, we lost touch, dated other people, and reconnected after 5 years in October of last year. We’ve been officially together since January. I really feel like his female friend still holds resentment about what happened, even though I’ve been nothing but friendly and easygoing around her. How do I make this girl open up and quit disliking me for something that happened years ago...?
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Me: 25F
Boyfriend: 27M, Adam
Adam’s younger brother: 25M
Close female friend: 25F, Felicia
We live in the US.
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Adam did not tell me that he had slept with Felicia until AFTER I asked him directly if they had history.
The situation that prompted me to do so was one night, about 2-3 months after Adam and I “officially” began dating.
I was walking up to his apartment and through the window I saw her and him sitting very closely together like she was asking him for advice or emotional support or something. When I walked into the apartment, however, they just went quiet. And I awkwardly took my stuff into his room after saying hello. Not long after I got into his room, Adam followed me in and I asked him calmly what dafuq that was all about, and he explained to me that she was asking him for advice because she has feelings for his brother but she doesn’t want to ruin her friendship with his brother. And I mean, I guess it kind of made sense... but there were other things that were kind of beginning to look odd to me about Felicia’s behavior leading up to and after this.
• She constantly and (IMO, over)enthusiastically will say things to Adam like, “Play that song you and I love!!”. She says this to no one else.
• On a few occasions, she has literally copied what I was doing with him. Example: My boyfriend vapes (lol don’t even start please) and sometimes I just grab his vape without asking and will take a drag off it, and it’s pretty much a non-issue. So anyway, I did just that while the four of us (Felicia, Adam, his brother, and I) were playing a card game and for the rest of the night, Felicia does the same thing with his vape, several times, even getting up from the table just to find him wherever he is in the apartment and use his vape... She makes creepy eye contact with him while she does it, too. It’s honestly fkn weird lol.
Mind you, Adam’s younger brother, the guy she supposedly has feelings for, also vapes... but she takes Adam’s..?
• Same goes with his beer. Eye contact and everything. Doesn’t ever drink from Adam’s younger brother’s glass of beer. Just Adam’s.
• She has a bad habit of conveniently showing up any place that Adam and I are having a frank discussion or argument about something... Literally every time. It’s kind of annoying how nosy she is.
• She stares at me with a disapproving glare every single time I am saying anything to anyone around her. She just looks like she wants to scream, “God shut up already!” every time I say a damn thing.
There’s more, but you get the gist.
Idk. Girls can sense these kinds of things, man. And they happen every time we are around her. It’s getting on my nerves...
ANYWAY, so all those little things, plus that I don’t have a good foundation of trust with her because she doesn’t make really ANY attempts to talk to me or reciprocate my friendly conversation or gestures at all, I felt the need to ask my boyfriend if they had any history...
They apparently took each other’s virginity, like 6 month to a year prior to him and I having a thing in 2013/14. I was recently informed by an old close friend of hers that she... did not take finding out about my involvement with him well at all, despite them never being exclusive.
They still hang out FREQUENTLY, but it’s never (technically) one on one. However, every time he goes over to his brothers to drink and hang out with them, it’s almost guaranteed he will stay the night, cause there is alcohol involved basically every time.
Just a few days ago, I asked my boyfriend when the last time they had done anything was, and apparently the most recent time he did anything with her was New Years Eve, 2017 going into 2018. According to him, they didn’t have sex. They just cuddled, make out, and fell asleep together in bed that night. This honestly doesn’t make me feel a whole lot better... at all. Especially because he said he had started to have a thing for her in 2017/2018, but she was the one to reject him that time... Up until this point, I figured they were just FWB, but perhaps my boyfriend and I define that term very differently...
My boyfriend ditches me to hang out with his brothers and her A LOT. He has expressed that he wishes I liked his friends, but I think that is unfair of him to say, as I LOVE his friends. But he doesn’t hang out with them nearly as often as he hangs out with his brothers and this girl... I think he is conflating my not liking this girl (for good reason...?) to me “not liking his friends”.
If anyone has ever been in a similar situation, how did you adapt? I‘ve no right to tell my boyfriend to cut her off, plus she is really intertwined in our circle of friends, so what can I do to remedy this? Obviously I have to suck it up and just befriend this girl. But I have been trying to for a year now, and no dice! So what can I do? Any ideas for how to break the wall down and get this girl to like me??
Note: I warned of the length in the title. If all your comment says is some complaint about the length, then I would ask that you kindly move along.
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2020.10.26 23:32 Sawyerthesadist Johnny The Anarchist, and the dumb list of rules.

“So.... do you have any experience working security?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, but you have completed the online course correct?”
“There was an online course?”
The skinny man slammed his head into his hand. Buddy told me his name, just... couldn’t remember.
“Look!”
I said leaning forward with a smile.
“What do you need me to do exactly? Check some cameras? Yell at some teenagers? Stay awake all night without the help of illegal but totally legit stimulants!?”
I winked. He stared at me but didn’t smile.
“I got you man! Whatever you need I got it down! Of course I can always learn as I go!”
The skinny man stress sighed into both his hands. He had an okay dress shirt but it was covered in sweat.
“Tell me about your last Job at the Dollar store.”
He finally said.
“Ah no no no no no, Legally I don’t have to talk about it T... t...”
“Terry. My name is Terry”
“Don’t be silly Terry I knew that! Now our great government has declared that-“
“Whatever you are about to say, I guarantee it has not...”
“Shut up Terry! I mean, sorry..... I don’t want to talk about the Dollar store.”
Terry was quiet for a moment. I could see those two nerdy little eyes judging me. Fucking corporate bitch this one. I couldn’t judge him to much though, nowadays I was just as much a government slave as him.
Terry sat up. Shuffled some papers on his desk. Pushed back his glasses that where falling off his nose.
“Johnny... Del-Montague? Is that right?”
I shuddered a bit at the mention of my last name.
“Yeah that’s it.”
I replied.
“What makes you think you’ll be a good fit for this Job Johnny?”
He asked.
I looked out the office door, to the waiting area, where rows and rows of seats laid empty.
“I’m going to Level with you a bit Terry. Normally this is where I continue to talk out my ass and give you some pretty words that may or may not work.”
I turned back to look him in the eye.
“But honestly Terry, I think the fact that I’m here and I’m breathing might be enough.”
Terry groaned. Not looking up from the papers on his desk.
“Unfortunately you’re right...”
He muttered.
I smiled.
“Do you even remember what we do here Johnny?”
He asked.
I blanked for a moment.
“Uhh... refresh my memory...”
“Do you actually even care?”
“Well, is it important?”
“No.”
He said. Pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to me.
“What is important is this list. Now look all I need you to do is fallow these rules and-“
“Wait?”
I interrupted.
“I can’t use the bathroom between 12-2am?”
“No, that’s really important Johnny. If you do-“
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal...”
“JESUS JOHNNY! I’ll throw in another twenty a night. Just piss in a bucket or something if you have to go then.”
I looked back up to him. I think this man was a little bit wacko.
“Okay... the kid in black I’m supposed to ignore. He like, the owners son or something?”
“Not important, just stay away from it.”
“Okay... and-“
“Look, Johnny... I’m really hopping to leave in an hour. Can you start tonight or no.”
Ah crap I didn’t want to start today... better not let this slip though.
“Sure.”
I said.

I pulled my old beater back into... you know, I should really figure out what this place actually is. Ah doesn’t matter though. It’s work now!
I grabbed my fast food bag and headed for the door. Terry passed me by on my way in with nervous smile on his face.
“You went over the list right Johnny?”
He asked.
Oh... shit... that dumb list... it was. Fuck I couldn’t remember what I did with it. I just smiled and nodded. Couldn’t be that important.
Terry handed me they keys and a weird purple pokey thing.
“For number 7.”
He said.
“Don’t forget that one.”
I smiled and nodded, pretending to know what he was talking about.
“Okay.”
He said.
“Also don’t forget about rule 3 when it comes to that food. I’m heading out now. Good luck Johnny.”
With that he scampered off. Sprinted away was more like it. Anyway, with that I entered the building, locking the door behind me, and made my way to the surveillance room.
I plopped my fast food down and started rolling my first spliff of the night. Didn’t get a good look at that list but I certainly didn’t see anything about this on it. The feeds seemed a bit glitchy. Terry dude, got keep your stuff up to date.
A rat crawled out of a nearby vent. It crawled down and approached me cautiously. I smiled and tossed him a French fry. He seemed to stare at it for a moment before grabbing it and scampering off. I lit up my spliff.
Shit, I actually didn’t know how to interact with the camera feed. Ah well, figure I can just mash every button until I find what works. One of them shut the screen off but hitting it again turned everything back on.
Rat buddy came back with a friend, fallowed by a third. I ignored them for now. Just focusing on how to work this computer.
I was about to press this weird red button off to the side of the keyboard when my arm accidentally knocked my drink over. I hope that wasn’t rule 3... I quickly took my sweater sleeve and rubbed it over the keyboard. It hit all the keys but other then shutting off the screen and opening a few weird tabs, nothing happened.
I thought about calling Terry but figured it was better if I pretended I knew exactly what I was doing, I could get away with that for awhile.
The rats where everywhere now. They where all running around me in almost a perfect circular pattern. Little weirdos. I tossed them some more fries.
I looked up to one of the camera feeds to see that there where actually two night workers here. We’ll, I think they where anyway. Their forms where all glitched out threw the feed. Couldn’t get much details other then the black human shapes. I decided I better go introduce myself, wouldn’t be a very good security person if I didn’t!
I decided to grab that weird purple pointy thing just in case I thought something was a rule 7. As soon as I picked it up all the rats suddenly ran away. Fucking... little weirdos...
As I made my way down through this is place I realized I didn’t actually know what room they where in. I opened one door and what sounded like a high pitched scream rang out. I quickly slammed the door. Guess you need earplugs to work with whatever is in there.
Finally I found the two, though, it looked like my camera feed hadn’t actually been lying to me. These poor guys where so covered in coal or sud or whatever it was that they where completely black. Everything except their eyes which looked like they had been burnt white. Not sure how they even saw me.
I lite up a new spliff and introduce myself without delay.
“Hey guys! Guess you’re night crew eh? Terry didn’t tell me their was other night workers. My names Johnny and-“
“LEAVE US BE MORTAL!!!! WEVE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE YOU WHERE EVEN A PART OF THIS WORLD AND WE DEMAND THAT WE BE LEFT IN PEACE!!!”
They practically roared at me. Jesus it wasn’t just the eyes and the body. Some off the fumes here really must have done a number on these guys voiceboxs. This is the problem with the corporations, this right here!!!
“Wow! Sorry guys! Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you just making sure you’re not teenagers, heheh. Oh by the way, I bet you can get this place to cover surgery for those eyes, probably even sue them if they don’t.”
I awkwardly started to back out while the two stared me down.
“Whatsss wrong with our eyesss.”
one hissed
“I... uh... sorry to bother you gentlemen. Oh, before I go, want a hoot?”
The both stared at me, no emotions off these guys. Just those creepy eyes.
“....yessss.”
One of them said, more like gasped.
I passed them the joint. Whatever was covering them seemed to float off them as the one reached out. As his fingers touched it the black stuff on him contaminated my spliff. He inhaled.
“Okay, well um...”
Now there was more of these workers showing up. Guess they all wanted a hoot.
“You guys can keep that one, I’ll leave you to it.”
I said as I made my way out. Fuckers really needed a shower.
As I made my way back through the dark hallways I ran into another dude. He didn’t look like another worker but he was dressed all in black. Owners son I’m guessing.
I smiled and nodded, remembering he didn’t like to be talked to. He looked back and gave a sadistic grin that reminded me way to much of my brother. I walked past, but this dude turned around and started fallowing me. All the way to the surveillance room where I locked the door on him.
I sat back. Poured a small amount of coke I had into a napkin, and parachuted it. Time to get ready for the latter hours of the night.
1:00am
Some children showed up in one of the rooms. I was able to use the intercom to get them to scatter. They kept coming back though, and there was always more of them. Never got a good look but I could tell they where young by their faint silhouettes. Eventually I decided I was going to ignore them. I’m not calling the cops on children.
1:45am
Sorry Terry but I’m not taking a number 2 in a bucket. And this one is coming right now! I opened the door to the surveillance room and nearly jumped out of my skin. That weird dude that fallowed me was still there, grinning.
I just stood there for a minute. Wait, maybe this guy needed something. Maybe this was about rule 7? I grabbed the purple thing and offered it to him. His expression changed to shock as he stared at it. He looked up at me, then back to the pokey thing. Suddenly he smiled with true glee in his eyes, grabbed it, and ran away.
Geez I can see why Terry wanted me to stay away from him. There was something off about that guy.
I found the bathroom, walked into an empty stall, and released the fast food from my bowls.
As soon as I with finished I was met with a terrifying sight. There was no toilet paper!
I quickly emptied my pockets hoping for a tissue or something when I felt a piece of printer paper. The list of rules!
I was about to look it over when a loud banging came on the stall door. Sorry Terry, don’t want to be rude. I wiped my ass with the rules and down the toilet they went.
I opened the stale door and was greeted by what looked like a feral red eyed albino. He looked like he was about to charge me but I quickly smiled and patted him on the shoulder, apologizing for the wait.
As I left, he just stared at me with an expression I could only describe as flabbergasted. Fucker had split his tongue too. Whatever rocks with you my dude.
I exited the stall only to see a bunch of those workers still all blacked out all running away from something. What fallowed was that weird dude from earlier ridding on top of a horde of rats while pointing that purple thing after them.
It took me a moment to process what I just saw. I decided it was best not to think about it too much.
3:00am
I was about to snort a line of blow when all of a sudden my phone started ringing. Oh fuck me, it was my brother Sawyer...”
I picked it up and spoke.
“Look dude, I care about you and all but is this like, really important? I kinda just started a new job and honestly Sawyer, I’m still not feeling great about you.”
“JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY! PLEASE HELP ME JOHNNY!!!”
Came my brothers panicked voice. I quickly took the spliff out of my mouth.
“What? Bro, what’s going on!?”
I asked concerned.
“It’s Mike and Sam Johnny! They won’t let me leave!!! I want to come home Johnny, I want to see you and mom and dad, please Johnny!!!”
I sighed.
“Bro what the fuck did I tell you about working for them, look-“
“THEIR TAKING MY HAIR JOHNNY! They’re taking it pore by pore and using it to fill their own bald spots. I’m going to go bald Johnny!”
“Yeah, that sounds like mike and Sam...”
I said rolling my eyes. Sawyer kind of deserved this.
“Please Johnny! I think they might kill me! I think they are actually-“
“Look bro, calm down!”
I said cutting him off.
“They’re not going to kill you. You’re family. Look, I’ll call grandpa for you in the morning and see if he can help. I need to go though.”
“JOHNNY PLEASE-“
I hung up on him and sighed. It was times like this that made me want to start drinking again, but that was only good for dulling your mind not expanding it.
4:47am
The workers where running wild. Occasionally one would bang on my door only to run away as weirdo boy king of the rats made his next round. There where this weird sorta human looking things sulking around with no faces and extra long limbs. Occasionally these weird bloody face’s would flicker over the cameras for a bit. These weird dudes in hats seemed to be teleportation around the place.
I was going to have to have a chat with my coke guy. Think he accidentally got MDA in it again...
5:30am
“So Johnny how’d it go, you’re alive so I’m assuming you didn’t have any issues with the rules.”
I forced a laugh at his bad joke and tossed him the keys back.
“No troubles! Oh but I forgot to dump the piss bucket though. Mind getting that for me?”
Terry sighed and nodded. Walking inside.
I was about to drive home but I suddenly felt myself feeling guilty about my call with Sawyer, he was still my brother after all.
I dialed the number and waited.
“Hey Johnny! It’s Vanessa, Sawyers busy atm but I can give him a message. I think he’d actually be glad to hear you called!”
“Oh, hey Ven. Just tell him I’m sorry for hanging up last night. Tell him to call me back would you.”
There was a pause for a moment.
“Uhh, Johnny, Sawyer has been in the reserve all night. He only had a tablet, he couldn’t have called you from it.”
“Wait... are you sure??”
Suddenly I herd Terry scream from inside the building. I quickly started my engine and sped out of there. Whatever it was I could make up an explanation latter.
“Yeah.”
Vanessa continued.
“It’s actually been a real shit show.He went out to try and organize everyone but now Samuel wants him to kill someone and...”
“Wait, but if it wasn’t Sawyer... who called me...?”
“Where you high Johnny?”
“Yes, but not THAT high!”
“Uh huh.... No offense Johnny but I feel like I’ve herd this story a thousand times before...”
BOOOOOM
I looked behind me to see that my new work place had just exploded.
“Johnny... what the fuck was that!?!”
Vanessa asked.
“Nothing!”
I said and quickly hung up.
I guess I was going to have to find a new job.
Maybe that was for the best...
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2020.10.26 23:23 Sawyerthesadist Johnny The Anarchist and the dumb list of rules.

“So.... do you have any experience working security?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, but you have completed the online course correct?”
“There was an online course?”
The skinny man slammed his head into his hand. Buddy told me his name, just... couldn’t remember.
“Look!”
I said leaning forward with a smile.
“What do you need me to do exactly? Check some cameras? Yell at some teenagers? Stay awake all night without the help of illegal but totally legit stimulants!?”
I winked. He stared at me but didn’t smile.
“I got you man! Whatever you need I got it down! Of course I can always learn as I go!”
The skinny man stress sighed into both his hands. He had an okay dress shirt but it was covered in sweat.
“Tell me about your last Job at the Dollar store.”
He finally said.
“Ah no no no no no, Legally I don’t have to talk about it T... t...”
“Terry. My name is Terry”
“Don’t be silly Terry I knew that! Now our great government has declared that-“
“Whatever you are about to say, I guarantee it has not...”
“Shut up Terry! I mean, sorry..... I don’t want to talk about the Dollar store.”
Terry was quiet for a moment. I could see those two nerdy little eyes judging me. Fucking corporate bitch this one. I couldn’t judge him to much though, nowadays I was just as much a government slave as him.
Terry sat up. Shuffled some papers on his desk. Pushed back his glasses that where falling off his nose.
“Johnny... Del-Montague? Is that right?”
I shuddered a bit at the mention of my last name.
“Yeah that’s it.”
I replied.
“What makes you think you’ll be a good fit for this Job Johnny?”
He asked.
I looked out the office door, to the waiting area, where rows and rows of seats laid empty.
“I’m going to Level with you a bit Terry. Normally this is where I continue to talk out my ass and give you some pretty words that may or may not work.”
I turned back to look him in the eye.
“But honestly Terry, I think the fact that I’m here and I’m breathing might be enough.”
Terry groaned. Not looking up from the papers on his desk.
“Unfortunately you’re right...”
He muttered.
I smiled.
“Do you even remember what we do here Johnny?”
He asked.
I blanked for a moment.
“Uhh... refresh my memory...”
“Do you actually even care?”
“Well, is it important?”
“No.”
He said. Pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to me.
“What is important is this list. Now look all I need you to do is fallow these rules and-“
“Wait?”
I interrupted.
“I can’t use the bathroom between 12-2am?”
“No, that’s really important Johnny. If you do-“
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal...”
“JESUS JOHNNY! I’ll throw in another twenty a night. Just piss in a bucket or something if you have to go then.”
I looked back up to him. I think this man was a little bit wacko.
“Okay... the kid in black I’m supposed to ignore. He like, the owners son or something?”
“Not important, just stay away from it.”
“Okay... and-“
“Look, Johnny... I’m really hopping to leave in an hour. Can you start tonight or no.”
Ah crap I didn’t want to start today... better not let this slip though.
“Sure.”
I said.

I pulled my old beater back into... you know, I should really figure out what this place actually is. Ah doesn’t matter though. It’s work now!
I grabbed my fast food bag and headed for the door. Terry passed me by on my way in with nervous smile on his face.
“You went over the list right Johnny?”
He asked.
Oh... shit... that dumb list... it was. Fuck I couldn’t remember what I did with it. I just smiled and nodded. Couldn’t be that important.
Terry handed me they keys and a weird purple pokey thing.
“For number 7.”
He said.
“Don’t forget that one.”
I smiled and nodded, pretending to know what he was talking about.
“Okay.”
He said.
“Also don’t forget about rule 3 when it comes to that food. I’m heading out now. Good luck Johnny.”
With that he scampered off. Sprinted away was more like it. Anyway, with that I entered the building, locking the door behind me, and made my way to the surveillance room.
I plopped my fast food down and started rolling my first spliff of the night. Didn’t get a good look at that list but I certainly didn’t see anything about this on it. The feeds seemed a bit glitchy. Terry dude, got keep your stuff up to date.
A rat crawled out of a nearby vent. It crawled down and approached me cautiously. I smiled and tossed him a French fry. He seemed to stare at it for a moment before grabbing it and scampering off. I lit up my spliff.
Shit, I actually didn’t know how to interact with the camera feed. Ah well, figure I can just mash every button until I find what works. One of them shut the screen off but hitting it again turned everything back on.
Rat buddy came back with a friend, fallowed by a third. I ignored them for now. Just focusing on how to work this computer.
I was about to press this weird red button off to the side of the keyboard when my arm accidentally knocked my drink over. I hope that wasn’t rule 3... I quickly took my sweater sleeve and rubbed it over the keyboard. It hit all the keys but other then shutting off the screen and opening a few weird tabs, nothing happened.
I thought about calling Terry but figured it was better if I pretended I knew exactly what I was doing, I could get away with that for awhile.
The rats where everywhere now. They where all running around me in almost a perfect circular pattern. Little weirdos. I tossed them some more fries.
I looked up to one of the camera feeds to see that there where actually two night workers here. We’ll, I think they where anyway. Their forms where all glitched out threw the feed. Couldn’t get much details other then the black human shapes. I decided I better go introduce myself, wouldn’t be a very good security person if I didn’t!
I decided to grab that weird purple pointy thing just in case I thought something was a rule 7. As soon as I picked it up all the rats suddenly ran away. Fucking... little weirdos...
As I made my way down through this is place I realized I didn’t actually know what room they where in. I opened one door and what sounded like a high pitched scream rang out. I quickly slammed the door. Guess you need earplugs to work with whatever is in there.
Finally I found the two, though, it looked like my camera feed hadn’t actually been lying to me. These poor guys where so covered in coal or sud or whatever it was that they where completely black. Everything except their eyes which looked like they had been burnt white. Not sure how they even saw me.
I lite up a new spliff and introduce myself without delay.
“Hey guys! Guess you’re night crew eh? Terry didn’t tell me their was other night workers. My names Johnny and-“
“LEAVE US BE MORTAL!!!! WEVE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE YOU WHERE EVEN A PART OF THIS WORLD AND WE DEMAND THAT WE BE LEFT IN PEACE!!!”
They practically roared at me. Jesus it wasn’t just the eyes and the body. Some off the fumes here really must have done a number on these guys voiceboxs. This is the problem with the corporations, this right here!!!
“Wow! Sorry guys! Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you just making sure you’re not teenagers, heheh. Oh by the way, I bet you can get this place to cover surgery for those eyes, probably even sue them if they don’t.”
I awkwardly started to back out while the two stared me down.
“Whatsss wrong with our eyesss.”
one hissed
“I... uh... sorry to bother you gentlemen. Oh, before I go, want a hoot?”
The both stared at me, no emotions off these guys. Just those creepy eyes.
“....yessss.”
One of them said, more like gasped.
I passed them the joint. Whatever was covering them seemed to float off them as the one reached out. As his fingers touched it the black stuff on him contaminated my spliff. He inhaled.
“Okay, well um...”
Now there was more of these workers showing up. Guess they all wanted a hoot.
“You guys can keep that one, I’ll leave you to it.”
I said as I made my way out. Fuckers really needed a shower.
As I made my way back through the dark hallways I ran into another dude. He didn’t look like another worker but he was dressed all in black. Owners son I’m guessing.
I smiled and nodded, remembering he didn’t like to be talked to. He looked back and gave a sadistic grin that reminded me way to much of my brother. I walked past, but this dude turned around and started fallowing me. All the way to the surveillance room where I locked the door on him.
I sat back. Poured a small amount of coke I had into a napkin, and parachuted it. Time to get ready for the latter hours of the night.
1:00am
Some children showed up in one of the rooms. I was able to use the intercom to get them to scatter. They kept coming back though, and there was always more of them. Never got a good look but I could tell they where young by their faint silhouettes. Eventually I decided I was going to ignore them. I’m not calling the cops on children.
1:45am
Sorry Terry but I’m not taking a number 2 in a bucket. And this one is coming right now! I opened the door to the surveillance room and nearly jumped out of my skin. That weird dude that fallowed me was still there, grinning.
I just stood there for a minute. Wait, maybe this guy needed something. Maybe this was about rule 7? I grabbed the purple thing and offered it to him. His expression changed to shock as he stared at it. He looked up at me, then back to the pokey thing. Suddenly he smiled with true glee in his eyes, grabbed it, and ran away.
Geez I can see why Terry wanted me to stay away from him. There was something off about that guy.
I found the bathroom, walked into an empty stall, and released the fast food from my bowls.
As soon as I with finished I was met with a terrifying sight. There was no toilet paper!
I quickly emptied my pockets hoping for a tissue or something when I felt a piece of printer paper. The list of rules!
I was about to look it over when a loud banging came on the stall door. Sorry Terry, don’t want to be rude. I wiped my ass with the rules and down the toilet they went.
I opened the stale door and was greeted by what looked like a feral red eyed albino. He looked like he was about to charge me but I quickly smiled and patted him on the shoulder, apologizing for the wait.
As I left, he just stared at me with an expression I could only describe as flabbergasted. Fucker had split his tongue too. Whatever rocks with you my dude.
I exited the stall only to see a bunch of those workers still all blacked out all running away from something. What fallowed was that weird dude from earlier ridding on top of a horde of rats while pointing that purple thing after them.
It took me a moment to process what I just saw. I decided it was best not to think about it too much.
3:00am
I was about to snort a line of blow when all of a sudden my phone started ringing. Oh fuck me, it was my brother Sawyer...”
I picked it up and spoke.
“Look dude, I care about you and all but is this like, really important? I kinda just started a new job and honestly Sawyer, I’m still not feeling great about you.”
“JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY! PLEASE HELP ME JOHNNY!!!”
Came my brothers panicked voice. I quickly took the spliff out of my mouth.
“What? Bro, what’s going on!?”
I asked concerned.
“It’s Mike and Sam Johnny! They won’t let me leave!!! I want to come home Johnny, I want to see you and mom and dad, please Johnny!!!”
I sighed.
“Bro what the fuck did I tell you about working for them, look-“
“THEIR TAKING MY HAIR JOHNNY! They’re taking it pore by pore and using it to fill their own bald spots. I’m going to go bald Johnny!”
“Yeah, that sounds like mike and Sam...”
I said rolling my eyes. Sawyer kind of deserved this.
“Please Johnny! I think they might kill me! I think they are actually-“
“Look bro, calm down!”
I said cutting him off.
“They’re not going to kill you. You’re family. Look, I’ll call grandpa for you in the morning and see if he can help. I need to go though.”
“JOHNNY PLEASE-“
I hung up on him and sighed. It was times like this that made me want to start drinking again, but that was only good for dulling your mind not expanding it.
4:47am
The workers where running wild. Occasionally one would bang on my door only to run away as weirdo boy king of the rats made his next round. There where this weird sorta human looking things sulking around with no faces and extra long limbs. Occasionally these weird bloody face’s would flicker over the cameras for a bit. These weird dudes in hats seemed to be teleportation around the place.
I was going to have to have a chat with my coke guy. Think he accidentally got MDA in it again...
5:30am
“So Johnny how’d it go, you’re alive so I’m assuming you didn’t have any issues with the rules.”
I forced a laugh at his bad joke and tossed him the keys back.
“No troubles! Oh but I forgot to dump the piss bucket though. Mind getting that for me?”
Terry sighed and nodded. Walking inside.
I was about to drive home but I suddenly felt myself feeling guilty about my call with Sawyer, he was still my brother after all.
I dialed the number and waited.
“Hey Johnny! It’s Vanessa, Sawyers busy atm but I can give him a message. I think he’d actually be glad to hear you called!”
“Oh, hey Ven. Just tell him I’m sorry for hanging up last night. Tell him to call me back would you.”
There was a pause for a moment.
“Uhh, Johnny, Sawyer has been in the reserve all night. He only had a tablet, he couldn’t have called you from it.”
“Wait... are you sure??”
Suddenly I herd Terry scream from inside the building. I quickly started my engine and sped out of there. Whatever it was I could make up an explanation latter.
“Yeah.”
Vanessa continued.
“It’s actually been a real shit show.He went out to try and organize everyone but now Samuel wants him to kill someone and...”
“Wait, but if it wasn’t Sawyer... who called me...?”
“Where you high Johnny?”
“Yes, but not THAT high!”
“Uh huh.... No offense Johnny but I feel like I’ve herd this story a thousand times before...”
BOOOOOM
I looked behind me to see that my new work place had just exploded.
“Johnny... what the fuck was that!?!”
Vanessa asked.
“Nothing!”
I said and quickly hung up.
I guess I was going to have to find a new job.
Maybe that was for the best...
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2020.10.26 23:14 Shockwave83 Am I the only INFJ male who struggles with dating?

I was reading that INFJ men are the "true" alpha's and sigma's but I feel either i am not an INFJ or this whole "INFJ" men are the most attractive is far fetched?
It's so odd but that if you take my dating struggles out, I can consider myself fitting into a sigma category but because I struggle with dating and have been single for the longest time, I don't consider myself as a sigma.
Am I the only guy who is an INFJ that gets overlooked by women? Because I feel women view INFJ men as awkward, weird and creepy.
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2020.10.26 20:19 bigblackthoppa What Instagram message can I send someone I don't know really well?

Okay so the question sounds weird but hear me talk out. There's this girl I follow on Instagram, she's a popular comedian in my city. I've met her like a couple of times at open mics in pre covid days. But I definitely don't think she knows I exist.
She puts up a lot of stories about guys she matches with on Bumble and all, so I'm guessing she's dating now. I live in the same area as her (again, not creepy, it's part of one of her sets) and even though I swipe quite regularly, I never seem to find her on the app.
Should I send her a quick message on Instagram? If yes, what should I send? :P
This is a long shot because she has some 150k+ followers and I'll probably get drowned in all the other messages.
Also, is this a really creepy thing and I shouldn't do this at all?
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2020.10.26 19:47 Aaronjw1313 How strict are you regarding preferred age ranges?

I'm a 28 year old male, and have my preferred age range set 24-35. But OkCupid is *constantly* putting 21 year old women in my "recommended" double-take list. So it's very common for me to see a beautiful woman, similar interests, interesting profile, and then see she's probably just barely out of college. I get why OkCupid does this; I don't want to miss out on a potentially great relationship just because someone's 23 when I had my minimum age set to 24. But I feel a bit creepy swiping right on 21 year old women. So I'm just curious, what are your thoughts on this kind of thing? How flexible are you on big(ish) age gaps? Does it just depend on the person's profile, or do you have hard and fast rules about dating below/above certain ages?
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2020.10.26 19:39 sagiterrarium Misogynistic, creepy, incel date

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2020.10.26 18:25 Mello_18 I'm (19m) worried about how guys treat my GF (18f) at school

My girlfriend has had quite a few BFs before me, and some one of them particularly was very abusive. My girlfriend has just started going back to school in person last week, same school as the abuser goes to as well as a few other of her exes. (I should specify we do not go to the same school) She has already been getting some unwanted attention from guys.
They are rubbing her legs and giving her unwanted hugs, as well as sending her creepy messages. She has told them she has a BF, but that has not done much to stop these guys. Luckily she does have one guy friend that Is not romantically interested in her who has been making sure the abusive ex has stayed away from her (im very grateful to this friend) but im still worried.
She has admitted to me she puts a lot of her value in how guys think of her, and she's been trying to stop. But she also told me she doesn't tell guys they make her uncomfortable because she is worried about hurting their feelings. She still tells them she has a bf, but not that them touching her makes her uncomfortable. The thing is, she seeks out friendships with guys specifically. When I asked her why she said all the girls at her school are largely awful. However, many of these guy friends get the wrong idea of why she wants to be friends with them. Many of them try to flirt or make their moves and get very angry when she says she is not interested in a romantic relationship.
I've tried to let her know how guys may take it when she tried to form friendships with them. Its not her fault, but many guys take her friendliness as flirting. I said she should probably specify early on she is not interested in dating, but she didn't seem thrilled with doing that.
I'm just wondering what I can do. I work hard to support her. She does not want me contacting these guys, or even risk me meeting them. I took her to a restaurant where one of the guys may have worked and she refused to enter the resturant because she felt it would be awkward. I said that it would be ok because the guy would see her with me and then should back off at school, but she still didn't want to go in. Basically, what can I do to better help her see that these guy friends she is making will largely just try to date her, then get ticked when she refuses.
Tldr: my girlfriend has a lot of guy friends who want to flirt with her and make her uncomfortable. How can I better help her.
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2020.10.26 18:21 TheFalloutHandbook They should keep Draynor Manor looking like this after the event concludes.

Just looks a lot more up-to-date and appropriate for a creepy and classic piece of the game.
Remove the Halloween decor, sure, but its layout should stay the same.
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2020.10.26 18:03 Pristine-Engine4388 I HAD AN ENCOUNTER WITH A BAD MAN IN A WHITE VAN AND NOW IM IN WITNESS PROTECTION (PART 3 - FINALE)

PART 3 - FINALE. I wasn’t sure if what he had said had really gotten through to my traumatized mind so I jumped in and interrupted.
'MEN?!!? PEOPLE?!' I shouted before not letting him get a response in before going off on a tangent.
'NO, ITS JUST ONE GUY, HE SAID HIS NAME WAS DAVE, HE TRIED TO TAKE ME LAST WEEK AND NOW HE CAME BACK TO FINISH THE JOB! BUT HE TOOK JESS INSTEAD AND ITS ALL MY FAULT. PLEASE YOU HAVE TO FIND HIM AND GET HER BACK! PLEASE!' I started to get frustrated, Time was running out and we didn’t have time to spare.
In all honestly, I felt like I was responsible for not telling my parents about ‘Dave’ in the first place.
Agent Johnson held his hand up dismissively to calm my outburst and made sure I was listening before he continued.
'The man you described..’ He sighed in what felt like a bit of shame.
‘His name isn’t 'Dave' .. His name is Damian Ramsey...’ He took another paused and sighed again as if trying to find the words.
‘He is a criminal informant of the bureau' His gaze met the floor.
Our eyes all widened, this was getting more and more bizarre. My mum went ballistic as you can imagine.
Saying that this man tried to force his way into our home last week, to do god knows what to me and now we find he works for the FBI! She was appalled and outraged but my father managed to settled her down. He as well as everyone else wanted to know more.
The agent waited for the room to settle again before he continued. 'He was a part of the gang we are investigating. They are known as 'The Swarm'.
I couldn’t help but think back to the butterfly symbol. A knot tightened in my gut.
‘They are a ruthless clandestine network of human traffickers who responsible for a large percentage of violent crime all over the country. Kidnappings, Child Abductions, Murders, Torture, Extortion, Blackmail.. you name it.'
He sighed once again and took on a defeated look the more he delved in on the subject.
‘They have kidnapped over 700 people some as young as 18 month, and that is just what we know of. The victims mainly are traded, for large amounts of money, to some of the sickest people on the planet.
The ones who cant be sold are often traded into prostitution or modern day slavery. In some of the more high profile cases, They have slaughtered entire families if their target couldn’t be taken quietly, like Jessica this evening.’
I, along with everyone else, listened with pure disgust. I really thought it was bad Jessica being taken by this Ramsey character. But oh my god, this was becoming so much worse.
The agent spoke again.
‘These monsters don’t stop there. Some people are taken and are made into torture or snuff videos to be sold on the black market.’
‘or if its a kid from a rich family they even use these horrific methods to extort ransom money from the victims family.’
Jessica’s mum gasped and a little more of her soul left her body as her imagination tortured her already fragile mind.
'So what was this Ramsey character doing trying to assault my daughter if he’s a government asset!' my mum blurted out in a rage.
'Ramsey was what we call a 'spotter' for The Swarm. He would identify and stalk potential targets that seemed lucrative. ya know the types? Home-aloners, Tear-aways, Run-aways.’
‘These people would be trafficked and he also knew of people who scout for Rich Families to extort and blackmail by threatening their loved ones.’
‘Ramsey, himself was mainly part of the trafficking side of the operation. He told us the Gang would scout kids they could potentially take, obtain photographs to advertise the target on the black market and secret online forums. If these adverts met a Buyers specific 'tastes'...’
The way he said that made the parents in the room recoil with nausea.
‘This buyer would then offer to pay an obscene amount of money to the gang on delivery of the Target.’
‘And believe me it gets worse...with Ramsey’s information, we have discovered that these buyers aren’t what or who you’d think they’d be.’ He bit his bottom lip and clasped his hands together as if anticipating the impact of what he was going to say next.
‘They aren’t mentally disturbed sex offenders. Most of the time the Buyers are god damn CEOs, Judges, Senators, Politicians.. Jesus we even have some circumstantial evidence some high ranking cops are involved.’
‘We believe this organised group have direct links to some of the countries most rich and powerful elite. This is why this investigation is top secret and any links to it at all have to be kept internal. We have assets in the field who we need to keep safe’
We couldn’t believe how dark this was turning. I could tell everyone was having a hard time grasping the reality of it all.
'Most of the members of the group tend to be extremely violent and all of the high ranking ones have a lot of sociopathic tendencies but ultimately together they are a well organised unit, who will do anything to further there interests.’
‘However, Ramsey.. well.. he was different. He didn’t care about the money or the power. That sick bastard had a 'taste' for the young ones himself. He often used his line of work to ‘satisfy’ his twisted needs. This eventually got him in some personal trouble with the law. He was arrested on suspicion of the rape and murder of a 5 year old boy in Atlanta a few years back.’
‘Oh boy, We had DNA evidence, Damning CCTV footage. We had that bastard dead to rights, literally. Georgia has the death penalty'. He said this like a soccer player who had just missed a last minute penalty.
Agent Johnson contempt for the man started to show as he continued with the story.
'We were literally about the charge him when he got this-this smug look on his face. That stupid face of his! He turned and says to me with this real superficial arrogance, that made me want to snap his neck right then and then..’
I knew the tone of voice he was talking about. So assured. Like he was invincible.
Agent Johnson did his best to replicate Ramsey’s broad Georgia accent. 'Now you just what a cotton picking minute their agent, Now what if I could give you the biggest win of your pathetic career? Who cares about one little toddler who lets face it, was begging for what he got anyway? I could make you the biggest cat in the alley Agent Johnson'
When Johnson finished, he almost took on the look of Jessica’s. He looked defeated. He'd sold out this little boy who suffered horribly at the hands of this animal but a few cheap wins. A few bad apples had faced charges but the tree so to speak was still standing. The Swarm were still out there. Ruining peoples lives.
'We agreed to drop the charges in regards to the child, in return for his co-operation and information that aided our ongoing investigation into this organised crime syndicate.’
‘In our defence, he gave a lot of information on the gangs methods. Sites they used on the deep web, places they would trade their 'livestock' as he called them, high profile buyers etc.
We are a lot more aware of there presence than we were 3 years ago. We were able to solve a lot of cold cases thanks to his insights. He knew dates, places, people, numbers, sites, accomplices... he was a god damn gold mine and 100% untouchable and the son of a bitch knew it! He never told us everything. He always held stuff back as insurance for him against future convictions.’
His gaze met mine when he said that last sentence. I now understood why he was so bold with me that day. He never once looked as if being caught bothered him.
‘Ramsey went on to secure a WITSEC agreement and we moved him to this area, safe house, immunity, new identity, the works. But we've come to learn tonight that when it comes to the people who we are dealing with here - There ain’t no such thing as Immunity.'
At the time, I wasn’t sure what that last comment meant so but the agent continued before I could ask what he was talking about.
'We've had multiple reports on his behaviour since he became a CI. Just minor stuff up until today. Public Indecency, Assault, Drug Charges etc. However, any police reports or enquiries on him automatically set off a federal trip wire and the files become immediately encrypted to anyone except the bureau. This is to protect his identity and our investigation.’
Agent Rodriquez piped up for the first time, rising from his seat at our dining room table with a blue folder in his hand, stamped ‘CLASSIFIED’ in contrasting blood red ink.
'We first became aware of tonights events earlier today. A police report that was filed by a neighbour on the adjacent street.
He reported a man matching Ramsey’s description being dragged into the side door of white ford transit earlier today by two men dressed in all black. With, what he described as ‘creepy ass’ Easter Bunny masks.'
Agent Rodriguez backed up the FBIs theory by pulling out a photo from the blue file to show the adults in the room. Greg, after receiving a non verbal que from Johnson, distracted me when this was happening by asking me for help with his Iphone. I knew it was some bullshit made up issue but I helped him anyway. I knew now that what was being shown was bad.
The image whatever it was made Jessica’s mum break again into a sobbing shriek.
After placing the photo away and closing the folder, he continued giving the account of the neighbours police report on Ramseys kidnapping.
'He said the van had been lingering in the area with the engine running and the neighbour thought it looked suspicious as he'd seen it keep popping up in the area over the past week but no one ever got out or in and there was no roadworks going on in the area at the time to explain it.’
‘We believe Karma...and The Swarm, finally caught up with Ramsey. We’re not sure if they came here to find Ramsey and found Olivia, or if they came to take Olivia and caught Ramsey. Either way he belongs to them now. I’d have sympathy for the guy but maybe now that kid in Atlanta finally has some Justice.'
Rodriquez already realised that last comment likely wouldn’t go down well with Jessica’s parents and I noticed he was deliberately maintaining eye contact with Agent Johnson.
Incase you are wondering. I asked my mum about the photograph they were shown. My mum told me a few days after this event that the photo was a screenshot from a video found on a memory stick, that was delivered to a wealthy families home two years ago.
It had been taken into evidence during a high profile kidnapping of two young kids.
The image sounded horrifying.
It showed two terrified 6 year olds, sat on a couch with black tape across their mouths.
In between the two kids sat a man in all black clothes with his arms around the two boys in a non threatening way. She said it would be just like my father would put his arms me and my mum in our family photos. But the man wore a mask.
A Pink Easter Bunny mask.
The ears pointed straight up and flopped over just before the top. Totally Regular But it was the the eyes. They were made to look pure evil. They were the type of eyes that drain all sense of safety away from you when you look into them.
A threatening, horrifying glare, that my mum said she still sees from the shadows of her bedroom when she tries to sleep at night. In front of the couch was a table. On the table there was an array of tools.
Screwdrivers, Drills, Scalpels, Plyers, Bolt-cutters.
My mum continued to go into gut wrenching detail about the wounds the kids had before I asked her to stop and she gladfully obliged.
we hugged and said we loved each other again. We do that a lot these days.
Agent Johnson continued his story but I noticed Agent Rodriguez received a call that he'd clearly been waiting for, He answered it with haste and left the room.
I had a question. ‘When Da- I mean Ramsey, When Ramsey was trying to get me into my house. He get spooked by a drawing on our drive. I saw you two looking at it earlier. What is it?’ I asked.
Agent Johnson closed his eyes and nodded his head as if to signal he was just about to explain that before I interrupted him.
'The symbol at the bottom of your drive is the gangs brand marking. The symbol is a butterfly. In the world of child sex trading it symbolises that a buyer is in to very young girls. With this being the gangs niche we can only assume this is the origin of the symbol. Hence ‘The Swarm’. We tend to find this symbol branded onto the victims body a lot.'
'BRANDED? like with a hot iron??' Jessica’s Dad piped up He immediately wished he hadn't because as Agent Johnson reluctantly nodded, Jessica’s mum spirit broke, again.
'Our working hypothesis is that the gang came to town for business or to look for Ramsey.
Whilst here, maybe Olivia caught someones eye.
Walks home alone to an empty house. She looks young for her age. All the stuff that makes these sickos see Dollar Signs.
They would have obtained a photo or video then advertised it on a buyers forum on the hidden web or black market these gangs use. They will have received an offer from a buyer so then they set up the snatch.
They will have been watching the Matthews house for a few days after to figure out your work schedules, neighbour shedules etc. Finding the best time to strike.
When everything is set up and a date is set, this is when they spray the symbol on the drive of the house. This is to signal to the 'snatchers' which is the house of the target.
They use yellow so it can be easily seen in the dark. In rare cases its also to claim the target too. Warn off other interested parties and avoid conflicts of ownership with a rival outfit. Not many guys like to piss off The Swarm though.'
I didn’t doubt that for one second.
'We believe the snatchers were there to take Olivia that day when Ramsey was trying to get into your house.
They must have spotted him and waited for him to take you inside, Where they could have nailed two birds with one stone.
But, he noticed the symbol and when he fled the scene after realising the gang could be watching, The stupid son of a bitch walked right into their grasp.'
Agent Johnson despite knowing his best source of information into the gang was now likely being branded with 256 degree hot metal and being mutilated with sharp tools by a bunch a psychotic easter bunnies.
He couldn’t help but replicate the expression of satisfaction Rodriguez had displayed earlier when they thought of the horrific things Ramsey was having done to him for betraying The Swarm.
I could tell he really felt better for the boy Ramsey killed in Atlanta. His current situation now gave him a bit of peace. What goes around, truly does come back around.
Agent Rodriguez re-entered the room and blurted 'WERE ON! I'm heading down now, I'll check in soon with a status update. Looks like we don’t need Ramsey after all. We could get these guys tonight!'
He gave this with a slight head nod full of positivity. I couldn’t help feel my hopes to see Jessica alive again flutter upwards for the first time all night. I looked at the clock.
We had around 15 mins before the deadline to trade me for Jess was up.
'So what happens now, what are you doing to get my Jess back?!?!' Jessica’s mum erupted after pulling herself together.’
'Well we've been trying to trace the Cell number the gang called on to try locate Jessica but its taking a little longer than anticipated, However our surveillance team have been in position at the warehouse where the caller told us the switch would go down.
2 minutes ago a white van, matching the description of your statement, pulled up. We are just waiting for the golden approval from our Strategic Firearms Commander to move in and take down the men at the drop.
We need the order in case we need to use lethal force. Rodriguez is on his way down now so If they’ve brought Jessica to the meet, we will have her back home soon I promise you guys!'
I could tell he was trying to convince himself as much as he was anyone else.
Something really didn’t feel right to me.
When me and my mum talked this night over a few days later, she told me she’d had the exact same worry.
This gang have evaded capture for years and sounded as if they have the local police networks potentially in their pocket. There was no way arresting them and getting Jessica back was going to be as simple as they made out.
The silence and tension in the room was killing me, so I asked Agent Johnson a question in private, that I really wished I’d kept to myself.
'What is so special about me Agent? Me and Jessica are always being mistook for the other. People say we are like twins. Why are they so desperate to trade me for her? What’s the difference?' I know it was a selfish question on the bare face of it but I was genuinely curious at this point.
He looked at my mum for approval to answer honestly. She nodded. 'Yes, the fact you and Jessica look alike meant they grabbed her instead of you in the dark. They wouldn’t have known she was in the house as you entered through the back garden today according to your initial statement. On the recording the Man said that they presented the buyer with a video of Jess after the mix up but he said she looked too old and was ‘too much on the bigger side’. He wanted you because you looked 'Ripe' and wore the Pigtails well. It had to be you... or no deal.'
I felt sick.
My mum shot a look at Agent Johnson to scold him for being a little too honest with the wording of things.
Agent Johnson did his best to pull back his error in judgement by adding that likely if I was the one to go down stairs and they tried to take me then they may have killed Jess to make sure there was no loose ends.
He added that if I was the one to be taken I would be being traded as we speak and there’d be no opportunity to save me like we have with Jessica.
I could tell he wasn’t the best when dealing with younger people so I humoured him and acted as if I was seeing the bright side of the situation. I could tell he felt better.
We smiled at each other. I could tell he felt as if he’d done good. I think and still to this day, think Agent Johnson was a good man deep down.
Our brief lighthearted moment was blown apart by Agent Johnsons Radio Handset Crackling to Life.
'AGENTS DOWN, I REPEAT AGENTS ARE DOWN, STATUS ZERO!, THERE DEAD, THERE ALL DEAD!, I REPEAT STATUS ZERO!'
Everyone in the house, just dropped what they were doing and focused on the harrowing dialogue coming through the device in Agent Johnsons trembling hand. He tried to remain calm for our benefits.
'Rodriguez, what is happening ?? where are the targets ?? Where is the girl?!' The 5 seconds of silence felt like hours as we all crowded round awaiting the news.
'Its a god damn massacre Johnson! The van, It was a god damn diversion! There’s 4 bodies here! two in the front seat of the surveillance van and the vehicle is on fire! Its blown to shit!'
He took a moment to cough the smoke out of his lungs before he finished the update.
'The other two are laying face down in the dirt by van tire marks. Oh my god their throats have been slit wide open! Jesus its a god damn blood bath, Bill! Jesus Christ, there’s no pulse!'
Judging by Agent Johnsons facial expressions, He came to a horrific realisation.
'4 bodies?!.. There was a team of 5?! Where’s the fifth man?!?!'
‘Oh god damn! Daniels!!? Agent Daniels, If you’re here make yourself know Agent - THATS AN ORDER!!’ Both agents tones were panicky, desperate and short of breath. For the first time tonight, I feel the two men finally truly empathized with what Jessicas parents were feeling.
Now I’m older I have my own theory about what happened to the surveillance team that night outside that warehouse. I imagine the gang had no intentions of making a trade and Jess was never with them. They wanted to lure me to the site under the false sense of security being under FBI escort.
They likely had a unit already in place to take out anyone at the meet and they would take me by force whilst tying up a lot of loose ends at the same time. Agent Johnson did in fact say it would be there sort of MO.
I believe the gang had seen the surveillance team park up. When the time was right they Drove the van in the middle of the dirt road outside the warehouse as a Diversion.
I think a group of men armed with weapons lay in wait in the vehicle. Once the FBI got the golden approval from the SFC, the 3 armed agents got out the FBI vehicle and approached the Van with guns drawn.
Maybe at this time another group of Swarm members attacked the Vehicle with a Molatov cocktail or Grenade. The hot explosion, and the sound of their colleagues screaming in agony pulling at their burning skin and clothes, caused the men approaching the van to turn their back on it.
This gave the group in the van a chance to jump out and kill 2 of the 3 Federal agents and Kidnap the other.
I guess we will never know what truly happened but after 5 years of going over it in my head, that’s the most plausible scenario I can think of.
There was maybe an hour or so that passed by since the Incident. Mainly filled by Jessica’s mum screaming at the agents, wailing and shrieking where her little girl was and what they were doing to get her back.
Agent Johnsons superior called him to lose his shit and asked him what on earth possessed two decorated agents to send a team of just 5 people to take down the most dangerous organised crime group in north America.
He attempted to justify his actions by saying too many agents may have got them detected by the gang and cost them their chance of taking them down and saving Jessica.
I would have felt bad for the guy, if not trying to pull my head out of oblivion. The realisation that I am likely never going to see my best friend again was a blow I wasn’t ready for.
When people ask me what the darkest time of my life was. It was this hour.
The time between learning our last hope to get my friend back was gone, and awaiting to hear what had become of a hardworking agent, who was just doing his job. And, of course my best friend who had never done anything other than be nice to everyone she'd ever met.
The anxiety and dread pulled my insides into knots they I never thought could be undone.
And then, our landline phone rung.
The same process as before with the tech guys setting up the recording and listening devices whilst once again attempting to trace the call.
Only this time Agent Johnson picked up the phone.
'Where is my Agent? You hand them BOTH over now and we can talk about a deal. You hurt either one of them and I will pursue you to full extent of my ability with the entire backing of the Federal Bureau of Investigation!'
The only headset was being worn by one of the FBIs Profilers. So Agent Rodriquez hit the speaker button so he could hear the mans words and what he was saying about the missing Agent.
I look back now and wish he hadn’t done that. What I heard over the next 7 minutes is forever burned into my head.
A drawn out Virginian accent came over the speaker. 'Now come on Agent, You've been doing that for 3 years now. And your still seen as a failure in your department and we are still going strong. Not even that little Rat you had working for ya could help you.’
‘You give me back your agent you sick bastards!’ Johnson snapped.
A clown like cackle burst from the speaker. ‘Well ain’t that cute! you allowed a child being raped and murdered to go unpunished. Just so you could further your investigations. And you call us the monsters?! Typical Lawman.' I couldn’t help Sympathise as I could tell this struck Agent Johnsons nerves.
In a sense the Man was right. Its hard to defend the hypocrisy of the justice system at times. Johnson traded the life of the boy Ramsey killed for a tick in the win column in this investigation. I knew Agent Johnson had been haunted by what he did for a long time. He barely had a comeback.
'Besides we're way past making deals. We gave you a chance to make a deal. Girl for the Girl and you tried to trap us. So now your going to feel the consequences of your actions.'
The man took a pause and said something that made all our hearts wrench. 'And then we're going come get the one we want. Whatever means necessary. We're done pussyfooting around and we got a lot riding on that little girl you got there'
My mum and dad held me as if to give me some sort of feeling of being safe. Jessica’s mum looked at us and I swear I saw her look for Jessica to give her the same reassuring hug.
For the 10th today I saw her spirit break that little bit more.
Another pause and a few inaudible noises before we heard the agonized screams of a man.
The agent. But there was something about his groans of pain.
'Daniels?! Daniels Its Johnson. Shout out anything that can help us locate you! What do you see?! Give me something!'
'Oh he won't be able to do that unfortunately. you see, we thought you might try something like that, being a crafty fed and everything, so we ripped his tongue out.'
He said that with a coldness that had a lot of us taken back.
You could see that broke Agent Johnson. Knowing his judgement and decisions had this man in this situation. A family man with 2 kids, who should be home right now, watching the Lakers take on the Raptors in the playoffs with a cold beer. Right before he tucks his kids in goodnight after a day of fighting the bad guys of the world. Instead he is being held against his will. Being beaten, tortured and mutilated.
'Don't worry though, Agent. Things will stop being cut and ripped off this gentleman, if he just writes down on this paper what we want to know.'
We all looked at Agent Johnson before my Dad asked 'What is he talking about?' 'THAT IS GOD DAMN CLASSIFIED' he snapped.
'Of course 'BILL'...' The use of Agent Johnsons first name visibly startled him. The man continued. ‘Of course you could put your man out of a lot of misery and suffering. If you just give me the name that I want. You have my word Lawman, I’ll put a bullet in him right now. No more games. But if you don't...’
He took a deliberate pause.
‘Well lets just say he’s got ten toes and 5 fingers he doesn’t need to write. And if needs must there’s two rows of pearly whites here to play with'
'I AM NOT HANDING OVER ANOTHER INNOCENT FOR YOU PSYCHOS TO JUST BUTCHER!' Agent Johnson exploded. His eyes now glazed over with tears of torment.
There was another horrific 5 second pause before the man took a deep inhale though his nose.
'Fair does Bill, Fair does. Have it your way.'
The dull drawn out shrieks of Agent Daniels tongueless mouth screeched though our landline as he was dragged off out of the audio range of the call.
It was hard to tell with no pronunciation but we were all pretty sure he was screaming the words 'Please' and 'No'. We could tell his was sobbing too.
I didn’t think this night could get any worse.
The speaker projected the mans voice again.
‘Now then. Put Jessica’s mum on the phone please.'
We all gasped. Our Eyes widened and I felt my pupils dilating. There is no way this was going to be good. Jessica’s Mum took the receiver from Agent Johnson. She was already fighting back tears. These people did not care however.
She dived right in. 'Hello, Please.. Please just give me my little girl back. She’s a sweet little girl who hasn’t done anything wr-'
'MUMMY!!! MUMMYYYYY' Jessica’s voice interrupted her mothers feeble attempt at appealing to the kidnappers better nature. These people did not have one.
'Oh my god baby, Yes I am here. Every things going to be okay! I'm here and we are going to get you home I promise.'
The Man came back on the phone. 'Hello Mrs Adams. I need you to know that this isn’t anything personal. Its Just business.'
Scrap what I said earlier. THIS RIGHT HERE. This was the worst moment of my life. This was when we all knew.
'This isn’t the way I wanted it to go down. Honestly.’ He almost sounded sincere. ‘The FBI have stepped on our toes one too many times and they have made us very angry. A message needs to be sent. I hope you understand. Oh, please tell the Matthews family that we'll see them very soon. That debt is still owed. And we will collect.'
Jessica’s mum knew at this point what was to come. All she could do was to find the strength to try and comfort her little girl and be there for her in what was no doubt unimaginable hell for her.
The image of her shaken frame and tears bursting from her eyes will forever stay with me. To her credit she did her best to remain strong.
Telling Jessica everything would be ok.
She started to sing her the lullaby down the phone, from when Jess was 5 years old and under the weather. The song always made her feel better. Every kid has one their mum sings to them. I hope it gave Jess some sense of comfort in those last moments.
I think I'd have a lot more issues than I do now, had Agent Rodriquez not acted as quick as he did. He dived over the dinning room table to switch off the speaker phone just as the sound of an Electric drill revved to life and Jessica began to scream in abject terror.
We all watched Jessica’s mum attempt to hold herself together. Tears leaking for her eye sockets. Jessica’s father embraced her mother in a state I’d never seen him in before.
We all watched the last of her soul shatter as she sang 'Hush Little Baby, Don’t you cry' into the phone as Jessica screamed in pure agony for her mum and dad to come save her from the bad men.
She stayed with Jessica until the very end. We never heard another voice on the line after the screaming stopped. The phone went dead almost immediately after. Jessica’s mum collapsed when the caller hung up.
A unit arrived shortly after the call went dead. It was from the US Federal Witness Protection Programme. They gave us all new identities and relocated us out of the country.
Apparently that was also part of the document we signed earlier. We weren’t safe anymore and needed to disappear. I cant give much more detail on this for obvious reasons.
It was just our family that had to go missing.
The FBI concluded it was unlikely The Swarm would come for them. They’d hurt them enough. We said our emotion packed goodbyes and offered what fatuous condolences we could muster. We packed our essential items in the 10 minutes we had before a black sedan came to collect us with a swat team escort sandwiching our ride.
I watched my home for the last 13 years, fade away into the distance as Me and my parents embarked on our new life away from this nightmare.
Apparently whilst we were being removed from the country, the FBI finally traced the call made to our landline. It lead to a remote location way off the grid just outside of our town. The FBI and Evidence Response Team followed up to some old abandoned storage facility. There they found the remains of three bodies.
Daniels, Ramsey and Jess.
We were told one was totally dismembered. One was hanging by their neck from barbed wire attached to the roof support beams and the other had been drowned in boiling hot oil.
They didn’t tell which was which but when Jessica’s Mum went to Identify her body, that was the final straw. She committed suicide the next day by overdosing on her prescription Diazepam.
Her father is reportedly still alive but by all accounts he's turned to a life of Alcohol and Anti Depressants.
Our handler says she doubts he'll see out the year at the rate he is going. It always hurts to hear the lasting damage of this horrendous event. I hope they find each other again some day.
Me and my family have settled now in our new home. We are making a go at a normal life but we will be forever moulded by that one night.
I won’t walk anywhere alone. I have severe separation anxiety and its effected a lot of my romantic relationships. I can’t keep a boyfriend for longer than a month as I can’t talk to any of my boyfriends about my issues and where they stem from as its against my WITSEC agreement.
Our case handler says we are the luckiest people she’s ever met and we need to embrace this gift we have been given. We are the only family to ever be targeted by The Swarm and make it out alive.
All the other families out there like me and my parents weren’t as fortunate.
I doubt id use the words 'lucky' and ‘fortunate’ Our handler wasn't there that night listening to those people die in some dark dingy old building screaming for mercy. But at the same time, I do get where she is coming from.
I always read the online news articles for my old town and surrounding states to keep an eye on the alarming number of missing people cases. It’s horrifying. Mainly young girls too, who just vanish from their homes and neighbourhoods without a trace. The Swarm is responsible, I know it.
Even though, I am told I am safe now, and getting on with the rest of my life. I always find myself coming back to three things from that night.
1- The look of Jessica’s mums heart breaking as she sung her baby to sleep for the final time. A moment that haunts me on dark nights.
2- The last moment me and Jessica shared together before she was taken. That lingering warm smile we gave each other as she stood in my bedroom doorway. A treasure I truly hold dearly on those same dark nights.
And, 3. The comment Agent Johnson quoted about Damon Ramsey in regards to his own WITSEC agreement from The Swarm....
‘When it comes to these people that were dealing with. There’s no such thing as Immunity’
Please if submitted on your channel credit as THE WHITE VAN MAN
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2020.10.26 17:45 rm1011 Intimacy Problems with GF Who Suffered From Childhood Sexual Abuse

Sorry that this is kinda a long one but i REALLY REALLLYYY would love some advice because I feel so hopeless.
For context, me(20 y/o F) and my girlfriend (also a 20 y/o F) have been dating for just shy of a year now. Early in our “talking phase” before we were dating, she had clued me in on her childhood trauma (we would kiss but she wouldn’t use tongue and I had asked if it was simply a preference which is when she had told me she takes things slowly because she “had a creepy uncle”. I immediately apologized and hugged her because I knew what that meant.
Flash forward almost a year later into our relationship, and she has disclosed to me that from the ages of ~7-9 or 10, she has been molested by her uncle (not blood related?), and while we still have not fully spoken about the details because I do not want to push for those details until she’s ready, I do know that it included rape. Aside from comforting her, I have suggested therapy b/c 1. she has not told ANYONE besides me and does not feel comfortable with the idea of her parents finding out if she has to go to therapy (insurance bill) 2. she really, wholeheartedly doesn’t think therapy is going to help, because she thinks it will only bring up those memories that she’s pushed down over the years. she has told me “therapy doesn’t work for everyone” but i have told her that you never know until you try. however, i do NOT want to keep pressing the topic because it’s not my place to make her feel forced in any way to go to therapy, but i really do think it could help.
While I do in a sense believe that it doesn’t affect her a TON, I know for a fact that it does in some aspects (and some are taking a toll on our relationship): First off, she is an extremely light sleeper and has a lot of trouble sleeping. She has also told me that about once a month she’ll get bad dreams (PTSD-type dreams). Second, while we are relatively young and shes my first relationship and I’m her second relationship (she had dated a guy for just over a year before dating me; she told me she used to “check out during sex with him”), we have been dating a year and I have only touched her intimately once. I’ve brought it up to her and she said she’s not comfortable because the “leading up to it” part is what kills her and makes her body tense up. She has no problem touching me and enjoys it, but I cannot touch her at all down there. This part is what is putting such a huge toll on us because I have told her that I understand her trauma but I’m not satisfied being in a relationship that is so one-sided sexually (considering that nothing is being done to resolve her trauma). I really that doesn’t come off as selfish and I hope people understand where I’m coming from. We are so perfect for each other in every way but sex is a big part of any relationship and I really can’t see this improving if nothing is being done; I cant see this issue “fixing itself” over time and she is hoping it will.
I guess the reason for this post was to ask if anyone has any advice. I’ve tried to read up as much as I could about stuff like this and anything I could do (or that we could do together to make her more comfortable).
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2020.10.26 17:42 rm1011 Intimacy with GF Struggling with PTSD from Childhood Sexual Abuse

Sorry that this is kinda a long one but i REALLY REALLLYYY would love some advice because I feel so hopeless.
For context, me(20 y/o F) and my girlfriend (also a 20 y/o F) have been dating for just shy of a year now. Early in our “talking phase” before we were dating, she had clued me in on her childhood trauma (we would kiss but she wouldn’t use tongue and I had asked if it was simply a preference which is when she had told me she takes things slowly because she “had a creepy uncle”. I immediately apologized and hugged her because I knew what that meant.
Flash forward almost a year later into our relationship, and she has disclosed to me that from the ages of ~7-9 or 10, she has been molested by her uncle (not blood related?), and while we still have not fully spoken about the details because I do not want to push for those details until she’s ready, I do know that it included rape. Aside from comforting her, I have suggested therapy b/c 1. she has not told ANYONE besides me and does not feel comfortable with the idea of her parents finding out if she has to go to therapy (insurance bill) 2. she really, wholeheartedly doesn’t think therapy is going to help, because she thinks it will only bring up those memories that she’s pushed down over the years. she has told me “therapy doesn’t work for everyone” but i have told her that you never know until you try. however, i do NOT want to keep pressing the topic because it’s not my place to make her feel forced in any way to go to therapy, but i really do think it could help.
While I do in a sense believe that it doesn’t affect her a TON, I know for a fact that it does in some aspects (and some are taking a toll on our relationship): First off, she is an extremely light sleeper and has a lot of trouble sleeping. She has also told me that about once a month she’ll get bad dreams (PTSD-type dreams). Second, while we are relatively young and shes my first relationship and I’m her second relationship (she had dated a guy for just over a year before dating me; she told me she used to “check out during sex with him”), we have been dating a year and I have only touched her intimately once. I’ve brought it up to her and she said she’s not comfortable because the “leading up to it” part is what kills her and makes her body tense up. She has no problem touching me and enjoys it, but I cannot touch her at all down there. This part is what is putting such a huge toll on us because I have told her that I understand her trauma but I’m not satisfied being in a relationship that is so one-sided sexually (considering that nothing is being done to resolve her trauma). I really that doesn’t come off as selfish and I hope people understand where I’m coming from. We are so perfect for each other in every way but sex is a big part of any relationship and I really can’t see this improving if nothing is being done; I cant see this issue “fixing itself” over time and she is hoping it will.
I guess the reason for this post was to ask if anyone has any advice. I’ve tried to read up as much as I could about stuff like this and anything I could do (or that we could do together to make her more comfortable).
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2020.10.26 17:31 seahrse Done with dating. Absolutely finished.

I've always had a hard time with dating because I'm too religious (conservative Christian) to give up desire for a super kinky relationship (a fifty shades relationship without all the creepy stalking and borderline abuse.. a genuine d/s relationship to scratch the surface.) But I'm too kinky to ever consider a vanilla relationship. I've tried every app and gotten zip. The guy either is offended that I'd even think about the forbidden polka before marriage, or he's a nth degree liberal God hating atheist who is also an amazing dom.
Guess I'll just die alone :) please someone tell me I'm not alone.
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2020.10.26 17:05 JuanJeanJohn Just watched Black Christmas (1974) last night - I'm hardly ever scared by horror movies but this one got me

I love horror movies but they don't really scare me. I love them more for the mood, the setting, the themes and/or the fun. But damn is this a creepy movie! Really was impressed by it - the deranged phone calls, the POV shots, the Christmas setting, that scary fucking closet scene and that eye peeking through the door shot. It slightly drags at points in the middle but then by the end you don't feel like a minute was really wasted, because the set-up ends up being really worth it. Loved that the film takes harassment of women seriously too, and we got a primarily-female cast with real personality. I'm interested in a lot of 70s horror films but a number of them feel pretty dated; despite this being really 70s, it never really felt dated to me. I bought into it the whole time.
Instantly is in my top 10-20 horror movies of all time. Lived up to the hype for me, and then some.
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2020.10.26 17:02 JakeEyhers26 How to talk to girls or boys

Firstly I’ll state that in the most simplified way possible, the only way of getting good at talking to the opposite sex is by talking to the opposite sex. No book, video or stupid tutorial is going to suddenly allow you to have the ability to talk to the opposite sex.
Now Ik what you’re thinking. “Just talk to them, easier said then done”
So here are some steps you can take to improve and sort of build up a tolerance to gain confidence and be more natural when you talk to one
For the purpose of making this easier for me to write I’m just going to use talking to girls as an example.
  1. Start simple, I’m talking so simple. Things such as when you walk past a girl, smile at her or a head nod, or even simpler just try to make eye contact
  2. Adding onto number 1, now add a greeting, just a simple hi, good morning, good evening etc.
  3. Practice by forcing yourself into situations where you have to talk to the opposite sex. For example, When you go to the shops, go to a checkout. I’m sure this will make a lot of you feel out of your comfort zone. At this point this is where you need to perfect the art of small talk. Hi, how are you, good thanks, yourself, good. Just that is something some people in this reddit could have trouble achieving.
  4. Perfect 2 and 3.
  5. Add onto your small talk into what I call “medium talk” 🤣. This is where you actually bring up something interesting or make a joke. All it is, is a topic or question or sentence that doesn’t have the default answers we all know to small talk. Like I said, make a joke, even if you’ve rehearsed it as weird as that sounds, just go for it. Here are some “medium talk” topics
  6. A joke
  7. Weather. Not just “do you like the weather”. Ask questions about the weather in a few days or what you’re going to do because of the weather. It’s cliche but it’s more than just small talk.
  8. Big news. “Did you hear about...”, this one is great for attracting lots of attention and curiosity. This generates questions from the person you’re talking to in the first place. This is the type of questions that can make a conversation last for a few minutes instead of a few seconds.
  9. Questions about her job or where something is in the shop etc
  10. “You got anything planned for the rest of the day”. People love talking about their hobbies, let them. “Sounds fun”, or “I’ll have to try that some time”. Now that one can sometimes generate a date depending if the person finds you attractive, charming, funny etc.
  11. Combine 5 into one big conversation. If you can stimulate a conversation where you can include multiple mini conversations, you’re having success. A joke, a chat about the news and hobbies, and you’re doing it very well.
  12. Remember to smile during conversation. Put yourself in a position that makes you look more comfortable and makes her feel less uncomfortable. This could be leaning over the counter so you’re lower. Laugh at your own jokes, if they’re funny of course. Eye contact but not to much. Don’t drag on a conversation if you can tell they no longer want to talk. If there’s a line behind you, move on, if she’s packed everything and is ready for you to pay, don’t postpone payment. If the conversation is going well, she’ll slow down herself and take her time,
  13. Once you have perfected the art of small talk and medium talk this is where you can start flirting. You must be completely comfortable at this point with medium talk. Now add to your medium talk a compliment, or maybe even before the medium talk. Don’t be creepy and compliment something that doesn’t make sense. Go for the classic ones, eyes, hair, jewellery, clothing. Never compliment makeup (brings out a gay vibe), I mean unless you are gay, go for it. Make sure you compliment something that you actually like, don’t just say “I like your eyes” even though you haven’t actually looked at her eyes. Compliment when necessary and don’t go into a conversation thinking “I’m going to compliment her”. Also, if you make her smile, compliment her smile (if necessary), or if you make a joke, compliment her laugh. Tell her it’s cute etc. When someone is complimented, they usually like to think of a compliment themselves to return to you.
  14. Take advantage of flirty situations. This is where you can possibly form a date. You should only be doing this once you have perfected all of the previous steps. So reading this at this stage will probably seem impossible. As I previously mentioned, if you’re talking about hobbies, if the time is right ask them out. For example Let’s say I’ve already complimented, and she’s smiled or blushed. Now you’re talking about hobbies and she then asks you what you do for fun. P.s if you don’t have any hobbies, consider getting some, because you’re pretty boring without them. If she says anything like wow that sounds fun and is genuinely interested, potentially ask if they would want to join one time. Other examples could include
  15. “oh that sounds so fun”
  16. “I’ve always wanted to try that”
  17. they start asking questions about it What doesn’t show interest
  18. “cool”
  19. “nice”
  20. “that’s good” Tone of voice is very important for this one, same as facial expression. If she doesn’t look like she is interested, she most likely isn’t. Remember, only shoot your shot when it seems necessary. Tips:
  21. Don’t pressure them to come (if they are like “nah sounds to hard”, she doesn’t care)
  22. Assure them that you’ll pay (“it sounds like expensive”)
  23. “I can teach you”. I’ll give an example of a similar situation I had but with a girl at a library. We talked about her hobbies etc and then she asked me. I told her I like to workout. She then said “I’ve always wanted to start but I’m to scared to start, it’s quite intimidating”. I replied with “yeah that’s what I thought when I first started. It can be quite threatening all the machines and people when you first go. If you ever want to go, I can take you and show you around, teach you how to use some machines and the correct form, just so you feel more comfortable”. She then got excited, 2 days later we met up and did exactly that and we dated for 2 months. Notice how I’m not forcing her to do anything, I’m asking, letting her make the decision. Don’t create questions that put them on the spot and pressure them. You should never be asking a girl out with the question “do you want to go out”. Instead something like “let me know if you ever want to hang out, I’m always down too”. Her response to something like that will instantly let you know if she’s interested. Answers like sure, ok, cool, nice, great, ok will let you know. All bad signs. If she’s straight away asking when, where, why she’s most likely interested. When asking out girls, choose something that shows that it’s more than just two friends hanging out. “Do you want to get dinner, see a movie (bland), picnic, hike, beach, sports. 1 on 1 sports that don’t require much skill are great.
  24. Use what you’ve learnt in everyday situations. Whether it’s at the gym, supermarket, school, fine a way to have an excuse to talk to them, then do you’re magic.
Those are my tips. Sorry for spelling mistakes and shit, I cbf going over this.
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2020.10.26 15:28 acoupleofcoolcats 29/29 [FM4F] #Bridgewater-ish - Fun, laid back couple seeking fun, laid back female for casual throuple dates (ideally leading to an ongoing FWB dating situation, but we won’t hold you to that haha)

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First off, we 100% acknowledge COVID is a real thing. We know it’s to be taken seriously, we wear our masks everywhere, have both been WFH since March, only gather with others/go out in a manner that is acceptable within the current restrictions, etc. Everyone’s entitled to proceed in a way which is best for them and makes them feel safe. Obviously we’re not going to meet up with you if we’re feeling unwell or have knowingly been exposed and would hope for the same courtesy. We’re just to the point where we feel comfortable expanding our circle of trust a bit. Anyways, on with the R4R post....
We’re a long term committed couple (Both 29 - she’s bi and he’s straight. Together over 10 years, married last Summer). Looking to hang out with females who share a mutual interest in worthwhile friendships, meaningful connections, and the benefits building good chemistry can afford 😉. Not looking to rush into or force anything - a few no expectations “dates” or “hangouts” (whatever you wanna call it haha Dinner, a fire and some pizza, the beach, etc.) to start before anything more is pretty much a requirement for us. Just a chance to get to know you, let you get to know us, and share some laughs/conversation. Then we can see where we’re all at and go from there. We have previous experience in something similar to this with another redditor we met earlier last Summer and it was an amazing friendship and experience while it lasted (she moved away and into a more traditional relationship), so we figured why not jump back into it and see what else life might have in store for us!
We’re, as we said, both 29. Like to think we’re pretty mature (at least emotionally and adult functionality wise), but we definitely still know how to have fun and act like we’re in our early 20’s. College educated, have jobs, homeowners, all that adult boring stuff. Personality wise, we’re both really laid back, go with the flow type people. We think we’re pretty respectful, cool, good all-around humans, but guess you can be the judge of that. Looks wise, we’re probably somewhere between a 5-10, depending what you’re into. Not gonna paint some unrealistic picture of what we look like like most r4r postings (everyone has an olympian’s physique and has a foot long penis or DD’s, don’t you know?), but we do our best to keep in shape and take care of ourselves (her with yoga, him with running/weights). If you’re into big butted brunettes, you’ll probably like her. If you’re into leaner dudes with tattoos and beards, you’ll probably like him. Totally willing to share pictures once we start exchanging messages.
Preferably, you’re from South of Boston/North of Providence (we’re somewhere around there, without getting too specific), somewhere between 23-40, and normal/respectful/cool/honest (and by normal, we really just mean not creepy, bc if you’re in r4r looking for sex, how normal are you by society’s standards, really?).
Totally get this sounds like a lot, but we know what we’re looking for and don’t really want to waste anyone’s time or settle for less. So yeah, if you made it this far, you’re probably the type of person we’re looking for! Shoot us a message if you’re interested. We both have kik so we can swap over to that after we get in touch so the 3 of us can chat and share some more pictures. Looking forward to hearing from you :)
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