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2020.09.25 06:36 throwaway49672 22 [M4F] Virginia/DC - Looking for a relationship with an older woman

So this is a bit of a longshot, but I’ve given up trying all those dating apps. I’ve always had a fantasy about being in a cougacub style relationship with an older woman. I’ve tried using dating apps like Tinder and Bumble, but I never found what I was looking for on them.
I’m a decently attractive guy from what I’ve been told. I’m really tall (around 6’7) and in good shape. I play a lot of sports and before you ask, yes I do play basketball. I’m also in my last semester of college and working, so I don’t have as much time to play as I’d like. Besides that I’m a pretty normal college guy, I like going out drinking and hanging out with friends.
I’ve had plenty of relationships in college, mostly with girls around my age, and I’m getting pretty tired of younger girls. In my experiences they come with a lot of drama and aren’t worth the hassle. I’m hoping to find someone with a little more to offer, and someone who I can have a genuine connection with. I know reddit might not be the best place to find something like this, but I thought I’d give it a shot.
Anyway, if you managed to make it through all that and wanted to talk a little more feel free to shoot me a message. I’ll be happy to verify with pictures and I’d like you to do the same.
Hopefully I hear from some of you soon, and if this isn’t for you I hope you find whatever you’re looking for. Peace out ✌️
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2020.09.25 01:35 JASAVUR Prithvi

Jasavur write a book of fantasy called Prithvi to showcase his talent. (Courtesy: Das Twitter handle) Every day in his school library in Telangana, 14-year-old Santhosh lays his head on the desk and studies. In front of him are the books borrowed by him over the years, which have adorned his shelf with such charisma that their titles have added a certain tradition to their pages. “Prithvi”, “Rabindranath”, “Lashkar” are some of those things which have been listed in each book. “When I started reading my parents started hating me for reading in libraries,” Santhosh, a student of Class 8 of the Jasavur international school, told The Indian Express. From the time that the four-hour school bus reaches the foot of his village, Santhosh makes his way to the library. The humidity envelopes him. Tree branches touch the panes of glass of the library door, giving an aesthetic beauty to the spot. In the library are numerous books, each with a different library. But at the centre of it all is the 6-foot-tall, glass-clad column which is a part of the structure built by Santhosh’s uncle, along with others from a similar family. in Telangana, 14-year-old Santhosh lays his head on the desk and studies. In front of him are the books borrowed by him over the years, which have adorned his shelf with such charisma that their titles have added a certain tradition to their pages. “Prithvi”, “Rabindranath”, “Lashkar” are some of the titles which are written on the covers of these books. Though they have been borrowed many times, Santhosh still feels pampered while reading them. In the middle of the hall is a bright red pot with an open top. It is made up of copper and its heat seems to radiate through the library. Some people are sitting in the small seats here, seemingly meditating. Along the shelves are students who are reading. Taking a different seat is Sudarshan, a student from the nearby J K High School. He says he has read a comma, even some pages. He goes on to pick up the yellowish-black book from the shelf. “I have read it three times so far”, he says with a huge smile. Santhosh is now known as a great reader, he studies a bit more and his face turns pink with the happiness and excitement. The Jammu and Kashmir Public Libraries director Adnan Farooqui, who was moved by Santhosh’s simple act of happiness, says it reflects his attitude towards education. “One thing is that he loves to read and that makes him happy. Reading is a wonderful activity which helps people to expand their knowledge and only by reading you can find your purpose in life.” Read more As Santhosh walks away from the library, his father smiles at him with pride. “My son is so happy. He can never give me money. I am happy that he has got so much of books,” he says. Santhosh has a dream, to start a library in his village. His dream has finally come true. The AI thinks this is a good place to end the text. For Santhosh, finding out your purpose in life is a rewarding task. “Life is always challenging and every moment brings something new. The most challenging is about our purpose in life. Once you find your purpose, you will be very happy with your life. So, after completing my degree, I will try to find my purpose,” he says with an expression of true determination. Seeing Santhosh’s joy at finding the book, Adnan Farooqui enquired about his unique reading technique. “The great thing about the book was that it was the only book which I had to read for a year. All the others had been returned. My father couldn’t understand my passion for books and he used to get upset when I returned my books. One day he said, ‘Kunjan, now that you have become a doctor, your hobby should be medical’,” recalls the young man. “I used to make up stories about books so that I would always remember them. While my father supported my passion for books, I did not get any support from my mother. I wrote my graduation project on the ‘Practitioner-Patient Relationship in the Clinical setting’. It was also a chance for me to find out what is really behind doctor’s eyes and the things they do.” During his graduation, Santhosh also worked in a nursing home. “I got more than a few startling experiences working there. My supervisors were so cruel that I wanted to quit but, at that time, the desire to become a doctor was still very strong in me. While working as a houseman at a nursing home, Santhosh felt like he was ‘lost’. “I felt completely uninterested in nursing. Whenever we were left alone with the patients, I used to think of my own family and our problems. Then I made up my mind to become a doctor,” he says. The quest to become a doctor was the second thing Santhosh had to fight for as he lost the first one when he was four years old. “My mother, G. Pushpa, had me only after several complications. She was admitted in the Women’s Hospital in Nagercoil and after spending many days in the ICU, she gave birth to me and a few days later, developed fever. When I was three months old, my mother wanted to take me back to my father’s home, but it was against the Medical Council of India (MCI) rules. She lost her job and that was the end of my schooling. My mother could only support me with the amount that she received from her pension. She also had to take loans from a few people to pay for my school fees,” Santhosh says. He never knew that his mother was arrested by the police in a false case. “That was the year I lost my mother. I still don’t understand how my mother was arrested. There were no traces of any disturbance in our home. My mother was at work when she collapsed. On the hospital’s admission card, I have a photo of my mother and a copy of her Aadhaar card, which mentioned her name as Pushpa Swaminathan,” he says. This is the first time that Santhosh has interacted with the media. Though he is aware of the enormous struggle people from Kerala have to go through, he is afraid of being asked to divulge any details about his real identity. “People are ready to set me and my family on fire. They will not hesitate to kill us. I fear if I reveal my name, I will be killed. Who will take care of my family,” he says. Santhosh does not remember where he was born. He remembers his maternal uncle and mother’s two younger brothers living with his grandparents. His mother was alone when she gave birth to him. “I grew up in a house of widows. My maternal grandmother worked in a sewing unit. My maternal uncle also worked in the same unit,” he says. His mother never told him about the struggles she had to undergo to provide for her family. She also never informed him that his maternal uncle and two brothers had passed away. “When I was in Class 11, my grandfather died. Two years later, my mother had a mild heart attack and went to the United States of America for treatment. My uncle and his wife stayed here with my grandfather’s family. They looked after us,” Santhosh recalls. “I finished Class 12 in four years and joined a coaching centre, where I cleared the 12th standard examination. I found a good match for my engineering studies and left for Chennai in June 2014,” he says. He was preparing for engineering in one of the top colleges of the city when he started to find out about social media. His uncle was Facebook friends with some people who had considerable influence over him. “I came across an article on Facebook about gay sex. It was really disgusting. I called my uncle. I asked him what was wrong with me. He started crying. He told me that my mother had told him about my condition,” he says. “I became very worried about my own life. I knew I was attracted to men. I decided I would marry a woman, who would be my support and would have no problem with my sexuality,” he adds. After joining the coaching centre, he found his life going downhill. Some of his juniors tried to blackmail him into having sex with them, while some of his male classmates began to physically assault him on the pretext of sport. Santhosh decided to put in his papers, but before he could do so, the cyber cell of the city police called him up. They had received information that he was going to commit suicide on December 14. “They (cyber cell) reached my college in the evening and took me to the local police station. They recorded my statement. The cyber cell people are the best. I believe I will not feel any burden in my life now,” he says. Inspired by his survival story, city police commissioner N. Jayaram has now decided to extend a loan of Rs 2 lakh to Santhosh, so that he can begin his own coaching centre to teach children about the real world. Late last month, cyber crime officers were busy apprehending a group of 50 WhatsApp text terrorists, mostly college and university students. Santhosh is currently pursuing his bachelor’s degree from Sree Sankara College of Commerce in Kottayam. In spite of how bad his life had become, he says he was lucky to get the better of the bullies. “For me, it is important that I am alive. If I had committed suicide like my fellow students did, the only pain I would have felt would have been to leave my two little sisters behind. It was my elder sister who decided to register a complaint at the police station. So I am thankful that she is here with me now,” says Santhosh. Santhosh has lost all his friends and family to bullying. “No one knows what has happened to them, so I do not want to talk about it. Of course, it is not easy to live with all this. However, when I was forced to take up shooting, I thought that it would take my mind off my physical pain. I never knew that I would make it this far,” he says, smiling, as he puffs away on his cigarette. Santhosh will soon go back to college. “I love studies and so, I want to study harder and make something of myself in life.” Also read: Inside Kerala’s The AI thinks this is a good place to end the text. bullying crime rackets After I have finished working with her, I leave to find my next assignment. There is more to talk to Santhosh about, but I have already taken more than enough time away from my job. His life is a compelling reminder that, although we are safe on the pavement, we can never be entirely safe. It is a lesson I have learnt after several painful experiences in the past. As we walk away, Santhosh asks me if he has taken a good photograph of me. I feel bad that he is disappointed. But we both know that this is an important part of the project. “So your thoughts, after photographing me, I have taken, I had told you before, when you said that people don’t like me and that you see fear in my eyes, was what this is all about, this is to show, that there are people like me,” he says. There is more to him, I had realised when I met him, than his looks. When people run away from me, I run towards him, when I feel low I reach out to him, when I feel alone I call him and I’m sure he is just the same for me, when he laughs he makes me laugh and when he cries, I cry with him. But of course, there is more to him than that. So I said to him, yes you are doing a wonderful project, yes there are a lot of great pictures of you, but that is not the only thing that you are doing, I am proud of you. “Why do you say that?” I tried to explain, “There is a lot more to you than what you look like, and I’m sure when people see this, they will want to know more about you, they will be touched, they will wonder how you came to the position that you are in and they will wish they had done more to help you. ” And the answer came from deep inside him, “Thank you, thank you.” And then he cried with me, we cried for being surrounded by such ugliness, and then we cried for all the young men and women around the world, who are going to school, going to work, going to college, raising families, getting on with life, only to end up in the front row seats at their own funerals. When you cry for someone you love, you need to listen very carefully. His entire life he has known only people as too thin, too this or that, not enough. He has lived with a small town mentality, he is a male in the 21st century, and he knows he needs more. He now believes he needs more, so he is taking action to find more. There is no lesson more important than this. Until you cry with someone, you don’t know their pain. Until you cry for someone, you don’t know how hard they are pushing through. Until you cry for someone, you don’t know their struggle. Until you cry for someone, you don’t know them. Be bold, my friend. Be brave, go on to more than one place and ask for more. Be a man, and be strong, and fight with all your heart, and love, and always…never cry for the ones you love. Warmer thoughts for a cold night continue to read – Will shoot more documentaries after all this When he finishes telling me this, I tell him that I don’t need to see another image. His eyes flash open with a joy that’s just as big as it is unexpected, “No!” he says, “No no no!” “Really,” I ask. He nods. “You are the first person that I have told this to,” he says. He smiles, and then a little sadly, “I am so tired of the smile, the smile has become too much for me to bear.” I like his way of thinking. I nod, and tell him I am really proud of him. He is proud of himself. After I take his pictures I say, “Thank you.” He responds, “Thank you for trusting me with this.” I give him a handshake and say, “Thank you.” What else to say? There is more to him than his own smile “Thanks to you, I will never be alone again,” he said. I take a step back, and see a man who has made his way out of that small world, a world where everyone has expectations about him, a world where he sees too much ugliness. A world where people who stare at you, who laugh and run, people who slap the back of your neck and say ‘hello stranger’, people who steal your lunch money, people who say they want to date you, people who make fun of you. A world where, you never meet a kid who is actually happy, who likes his dad. All of that is over. He has a life now. The truth is he needed to break that chain, to become less afraid. He needed to stop running, and start finding some meaning in life See his story, before you shoot any more photos Before you take a look at your back rolls Before you put that heart on your shirt Before you feel sad about your messed up life See what the last year has taught me. * This is what it has taught me, that no matter what is happening in the world, no matter what your level of distress, no matter how much ugliness you might encounter. Love is love. You can’t love someone and not be afraid of losing them. Until you cry for someone, you don’t know their pain. Until you cry for someone, you don’t know how hard they are pushing through. Until you cry for someone, you don’t know them. A man’s tears start a fire, But you can’t keep his fire longer than a breath. Be brave, be strong, be courageous, stand up for what you believe in, and never, ever, ever cry for the ones you love. Warmer thoughts for a cold night continue to read – His kids got into a fight at school. Now his wife, his family, his world, have all ended. He had every reason to quit, and they used him for reasons he didn’t deserve. Be brave, be strong, be courageous, stand up for what you believe in, and never, ever, ever cry for the ones you love. After he stops crying, he looks out the window and says, “There are no miracles. Not all the suffering people have been shown is because of their suffering, but because of what I chose to do.” There’s a lot of anger for him now. All the days he spent longing for the day when his wife would show up to help him out with the house, the kids, the chores, the meals. And she never showed. There’s a lot of guilt too. How could he have done all this work, and never gotten to see his family. How could he have lost his wife? How could he have watched all this happen, and didn’t do anything to stop it? It’s hard, sometimes, to be a man, he thinks. The impact of his choices are inescapable. He said that to a crowd of reporters. At a press conference, he said, “I made those choices, I have to live with those choices. He goes on to say, “The only miracle is a life without suffering.” How many in that audience can hear him and believe him? “But I have to tell you,” he says, “this isn’t always about me. Sometimes, it’s about you too. Because when you watch someone suffer like that, you just wonder if you could have changed something, made a difference.” It’s at this point that his eyes harden. He takes a moment to search for the right words. “I wish I could have given you what I didn’t have,” he says, pausing, “a chance to live and grow and not be so afraid.” Then, the hard, honest truth, “You shouldn’t need one. But maybe we should.” A city bathed in a cold winter night, the last thing you see is that person you love. What happens if you do? Maybe, in that one moment, you will look at yourself, and you will see some good, in the person you love. Maybe, in that one moment, you will feel thankful for the life you have, and that you can make someone else’s. Maybe, in that one moment, you will be lucky enough to experience a miracle. A hope lives in each heart, it cannot be taken from a man. He will find out, eventually, that things did not have to be like that. He will learn, eventually, that he was stronger than he knew, and that, just maybe, there are miracles, and miracles are free. ____________ For what it’s worth, I believe in miracles, because I have seen a few in my lifetime. A good place to start is the fact that so much love exists in the world. There are always loving people out there, trying to do good things, trying to make a difference. There are always men out there who want to live, who want to be loved, who want to change the world. That’s really all that we have to be thankful for – there’s enough suffering in this world, enough suffering all around us. Yes, there are many people who can never change anything, who have been forgotten, but that doesn’t mean that they should be forgotten. Remember to love others, remember that there is always hope, remember to believe in miracles, because there is always hope, hope that we, too, can do good, believe in miracles, and be proud of our
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2020.09.24 23:06 hunterpua Here's the god honest way to stop being needy and have girls chasing you

Create abundance for yourself.

That's it.
I'm not saying abundance in general. I don't mean have a life of abundant experiences, successes, or finances. Those things are great and I strive for those things and recommend everyone else does too but those things will only help you in this area of life peripherally at best.
What I'm really saying is to create a life of actual, tangible abundance of the kind of girls you're attracted to.
Its not just an abundance mentality, its getting to a position where you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the kind of girls you're attracted to are also attracted to you and you have a very good chance with them.
The level of certainty you should be shooting for is to have evidence proving that you attract the people you want. To know actual names of girls who would want to jump your bones, to actually have a lot of intimate experiences with different girls.
Every other proposed solution, including working on yourself, are things that do help to an extent but are mostly there just to make you feel like you're getting something done while avoiding the uncomfortable but most productive thing that you actually need to be doing to produce the specific results you're looking for.
Its like a person who decides he wants to write a book for the first time but ends up making himself busy preparing materials, organizing his workspace, or reading books and watching videos about writing for ages instead of just sitting his ass down and actually writing something.
If you want to improve your dating life, work on your dating life.

This is how you build tangible abundance

I. Make sure you can afford an active social life.
Everything costs money and unless you wanna attract girls that hang around guys who don't really do much, you're gonna need to be able to afford at least basic stuff.
Having a job that's above minimum wage is usually enough for this so even if you don't have a very high position at work yet, you should be good.
II. Join social groups around your interests and hobbies
If you have a hobby or you're looking to get into something then join a social group around it. It not only puts you around the kind of people you'll naturally get along with but its also one of the best ways to enjoy and learn more about your hobbies and interests.
If you're into dance join a dance class, a dance crew, or enter the competition circuit.
Same with music, attend open mics, form a band, try to get gigs, take lessons, etc. It doesn't matter if you don't become as successful as Linkin Park you're just doing it more for fun and you'll learn later that you have the option to stop a lot sooner than you think.
If you like video games competing is good too. Even just attending competitions is good. There are also conventions around gaming. Same if you're into comic books and stuff like that, you can cosplay and attend conventions.
Just because it's nerdy doesn't mean you won't meet any hot girls. Have you seen the girls on Twitch and female cosplayers lately?
If you're more active, join groups around the things you like, like trekking groups, paddleboarders, surfers, hikers, etc.
Even if you're more focused on building a business right now, you can attend seminars or join networking events around the industry you're trying to get into.
III. Build your core group
You want to join a number of social groups around your different interests and hobbies.
One is alright too but it'll be more restrictive and it'll grow your social life slower.
You don't want to only focus on making friends around the social groups and you don't need to worry much about attracting the girls in them at this point, the most important thing you're looking for at this stage is people who will follow you.
The way you do that is to just have things going on and invite all the people you get along with from the different social groups to join you.
Just go to all the places in your area that you wanna go to, attend all the events you wanna attend, and do all the activities you wanna do and invite everyone you get along with from the groups to join you. They don't have to be big things, they can just be restaurants you wanna try, hiking trails you wanna go on, sports events, concerts, parties you wanna attend, etc.
Don't wait on anybody, just invite everybody and go do stuff. This will naturally filter out the people who wouldn't follow you, who wouldn't really enjoy the other aspects of your life anyway, and who don't get along with your other friends.
The only ones that'll be left are the ones who will follow you, the ones who like you for more than one thing, and who all can get along with each other.
At this point, you can stop going to the social groups if you so choose and just fulfill your interests and hobbies with the people in your core group but if you still love whatever you do with the social groups then by all means, continue.
IV. Time to get the girls
Once you have your core group of people who will follow you, you should now organize regular stuff with that group. You can have parties every week, go on regular trips together, have a regular activity you do with each other, etc.
When you have that, go meet girls. Cold approach (you didn't think I was gonna let you avoid this, did you?), use online dating apps, start talking to the pretty ones in your social groups etc and invite all of them to your regular get-togethers all at the same time.
Also encourage your core group and the girls you meet through various ways to bring their friends to your get-togethers. The people in your core group might know girls that you'd be attracted to and you might also be attracted to the friends of the girls you cold approached.
Telling girls to bring their friends also keeps them more comfortable and the whole thing is an overall easier sell than a 1 on 1 date.
Just keep doing this for a while and eventually you'll be in a situation where the kind of girls you like will just come on their own, especially when you do this next step...
V. Tell everyone what you like
Literally.
Just be very open about the types of girls that you like, both physically and personality-wise.
The more candid you are about describing the types of girls you like, the easier it will be for everyone who hangs out with you to identify girls like that and introduce them to you.
One of the biggest things holding back your friends from setting you up with someone is just not knowing whether you'd be into the girl they're considering. So the more open you are about what you like, the more your friends will be able to identify a girl you like when they see her and having a regular get-together gives them a very good excuse to bring them over to meet you as opposed to doing something like setting you up on a blind date which is a lot more high pressure and harder to say yes to.
And if you think your current friends aren't like that even if they know what you like, odds are, those are friends by circumstance. As in, you're only friends because you just happen to be in the same place everyday like co-workers or classmates. Also, if you have "friends" that do things like saying embarrassing shit about you in front of a girl you like instead of helping you out then your standard for what a friend is might be too low.
I also suggest that if you invite your current friends along to join you as you live your life, don't wait on any of them either so that they will also go through your filter. Not waiting on anyone means you don't try to coordinate schedules, you do what you want when you want, the people who wanna join you either have to have time or make time because if they never ever have any time to join you then they don't make it through the filter.
You can still be friends with the people who can't be there all the time, them not getting through the filter just means you shouldn't expect them to help you much with your dating life.
Having people go through this filter and treating all of them with decency and respect will ensure that you'll end up with a group of people who are most likely to help you meet the girls that you want and achieve other things outside of dating as well.
VI. Don't be sexually or romantically forward
Not knowing this is usually why some people who try social circle game think it doesn't work because you will screw everything up if you are very direct.
As soon as girls see that you're blatantly hitting on someone, everyone else will close themselves off to you.
Also, if you try something with one girl and she rejects you, she will talk shit about you to her friends and you will have to get rid of that chunk of people otherwise they will spread things to the entire group and mess everything up.
And if you do succeed, everyone will see that too. What does that mean? That means everyone knows you fucked that one girl and that's all and good if you want her to be your girlfriend and don't want anything to do with the other girls but if you just wanted a casual thing, you won't be able to go back and get another girl from the group because she will know that she'd be getting sloppy seconds.
So what do you do instead?
You wanna be a flirt.
What's the difference between flirting and being a flirt? If you flirt with one girl, you're already flirting. But being a flirt means you flirt with everyone.
Flirt with everyone and never zero in on anyone until the last second and do it in secret.
If you flirt with everyone and never zero in on anyone, the girls will just think you're playing around, you're not being serious, and that flirting is just part of your personality. Hence, why its called "being a flirt."
The thing is, regardless of whether they think you're serious or not, flirting still affects them and all it takes is one girl to flirt back with you to start a chain reaction.
You see, if you have enough girls around and they can all see that you're the leader of the group, and everyone in the group has nothing but good things to say about you, once a girl starts flirting with you others will become competitive and will flirt too and that will cause even more of them to flirt.
What'll end up happening is that you will be the victim of sexual advances and from there, once you see a bunch of girls competing for your attention, you can just pick one and try to subtly disappear with her.
It'll kinda be like taking a girl home from a club where you make an excuse to leave except you're doing it more to give yourself an excuse so that everyone else won't know for sure that you slept with someone, they might suspect that you did but they'll also give you the benefit of the doubt.
And the most important thing, your top priority should not be getting laid. The girls will already be competing for your attention so odds are you'll get laid anyway as long as you give someone a chance.
Your priority should be to make sure everyone is having fun and things are all good.
That's what a good leader does and that will avoid the girls thinking you're just trying to fuck all of them which will make you look very sleazy and will make everyone want to stop hanging out with you.
Don't focus on getting value from others, focus on adding value to everyone.
This might sound like a lot of work but its only in the beginning. Once it gets big enough it becomes very passive, to the point that cold approach or online dating become unnecessary, all you'll have to do once it gets to that point is show up to your get togethers and you'll always have a plethora of pretty girls to choose from.
And that is how you stop the mental gymnastics and build real, tangible abundance that kills your neediness and gets girls chasing you.
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This part is for everyone reading this
Building this type of abundant dating life where you're the one who is pursued and you're the one who gets to choose is the main focus of the group I run so if you want to join us and learn more ways to build abundance and more ways to have women pursuing you then send me a direct message.
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2020.09.24 21:16 BladeRunner2098 Can someone like me ever truly be "Alpha"?

I've been familiar with TRP for years, but didn't embrace as much as I should have. Like many, I found Coach Corey Wayne and his advice has also helped a lot, but I've come to describe him as a "soft redpill". Now from watching Swole Alpha and starting on AMS (Alpha Male Strategies), I've learned it's called the "purple pill" and it makes sense. I know my heart wants that so bad, but my heart also gets itself hurt and the purple-pilled man shows his cards too early. My last girl, I told her I loved her in one of the most romantic ways I've ever done, but I made the mistake of saying it first. A few months later she lost interest. I got her in the first place by using CCW's advice on making them set definite plans with you and no longer let women jerk me around, but this purple-pill approach is starting to be a huge turn-off to the women I try to talk to.
But the problem is I'm not like these other alphas. I'm not "their" brand of alpha, and I'm worried by being myself I won't get results. I'm bisexual, but lean towards women. Grew up with almost all female cousins and even many of my music tastes could be described as "feminine", but I also listen to a ton of 70s-90s stuff. I don't dress "their" brand of manly. I worked in men's formalwear for years and developed a love for suits, sport coats, leathers, etc. Think the Kingsman movies or Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. Very 50s. On the opposite end I love Hawaiian shirts and dress like the GTA Vice City protagonist in the summers, or I look like a James Dean greaser style when I drive my motorcycle. Needless to say, I'm something of a nerd as well. I am also a professional hairstylist/barber and act in theatre. From my time in hair school I can now outbitch any woman at their own game and have some conceived "gay" quirks from time to time. I'm comfortably and unapologetically me at all times. Due to a combination of factors many women are surprised I like women at all. I get the "unlike any guy I've been with" and "so interesting" compliment all the time. But no one stays and they lose attraction eventually. Longest being nearly 3 years.
I am constantly looking to improve myself and pursue my purpose. I finally act in community theatre, do charity work for children, learned to cook & eat well, got back to the gym after a major surgery, quit watching porn, moved out into my own place, have a motorcycle (next is a car & house). I'm also learning bass & piano on the side. I work a great sales job with a stable company and get paid well for it, working my way up the ladder. I paid off all of my bad debts and am well on my way to financial stability. I even do freelance financial counselling outside of work and my hair clients. I am busy, but have a good thing going.
But with so many female/metro qualities, can someone like me be truly "Alpha" with women at all? To me there's nothing more shameful than completely changing myself just to attract more women, but the dating world isn't going over well for me and it shows now. I am considered to be quite attractive already and while I'm not swole yet I will be. I have no problems getting women or getting laid, but that's only when I heavily lower my standards. I don't want to do this anymore. I want something real, but don't want them to lose attraction.
My city is a bit unique in the fact that our dating pool is VERY poor. Bare in mind this is just what displays from dating apps. Single mothers, obese, polyamorous, sex workers, and women not looking to date. All other women I've met who aren't these things have been in happy LTRs. Any women on these apps that are an 8+ are sex workers looking to push their Onlyfans/premium SCs, or they just want to hook up. This takes online dating almost completely out of the equation, but is meeting women out in the real world any different? If so, how do you even do it without being labeled as weird or creepy? I have no idea how to meet women without online dating anymore.
TlDr: Been familiar with RP concepts, but still have a long way to go because purple-pilled methods will only get me so far. I'm not entirely the "manly-man" type of alpha in terms of how I dress, my hobbies, interests, etc so I'm worried these methods won't work for me. I'm attractive, dress well, take care of myself, stay busy, and try to be all I can be. My city has a horrid online dating pool and I have no idea how to meet women in the real world anymore. Can someone like me truly be "alpha" and turn this around?
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2020.09.24 18:03 SadWeebBoy Can somebody give me some life advice that would suit me? (Trigger warning for some)

I want to warn you that this is going to be a long post so sorry in advance if you do decide to read it. I am a 14 year old boy, and I have severe depression. Let me start from the beginning. I was always the kid that was a gifted, smart child. The kind that would be one of the first to be done with a test. I had a wide friend group, and I really didn't have any beef with anyone. I always would help, even if I would get in trouble though. I would do others homework (I don't anymore, but I will still help), and wouldn't snitch at all. It's always been a policy of mine. As long as they aren't harming themselves or others, I don't care. I was always like this until 4th grade. That's around when I hit puberty. I had the basic stuff, having a crush and starting to learn more about the human body, and things like that. One day, I was playing Plants vs. Zombies on my computer, when I thought about my crush. Now, once I get thinking about something I am interested in or that I like, I won't stop unless something happens to get me out of that trance. Now, I was thinking about my crush and I wondered what women looked like naked. Biggest fucking mistake of my life. That has brought me down a porn addicted path in life, and I am trying so hard to quit, but I can't. I then learned what sex was and that was all I thought about. That started distracting me in class. Then I started getting self conscious. I started caring about my looks, hating how I look, etc;. I am just getting into 8th grade and my parents are just now starting to buy me things like Hollister and AE, which I find annoying since I have friends that have been having those clothes since 5th grade. And it's not like we are scrounging for cash either. My 6 year old brother is getting better stuff than I did at his age, and my parents act like I was nothing different than him. Now I get that he is different, being that when I was his age, my dad went to Afghanistan for 2 years, so I had a lot more Mom time than he does. They constantly compare me to him, saying that I was never that good at that at his age, or that he is doing soooo good where I do poorly. Then when I compare myself to him, they say "It's like comparing apples to oranges." I know that is bullshit because I know he is the favorite child by how they treated me at his age. I was let watch only 6 episodes of my shows, while he gets to watch whatever the hell he wants, for however long he wants. I would get 30 minutes of video games a day. He doesn't have a time limit. I had that time limit until I was 11. He never has. The worst part about this is when I bought my Nintendo switch in fall 2018, my parents said that I had to let my brother play on it when he wants to, or they would take it from me. I paid for the whole damn thing. Now all he does is hog the system and I rarely get a chance to play it. I saw that altogether I have 300 hours of gaming on it. My brother however, has 2500 hours of gaming on it. While I do understand that some of that is because I play more PS4 than Nintendo now, I still find that to be dumb. They only recently let me start gaming more because I "started to show interest in gaming" when I bought my switch. I have over 900 hours of minecraft on my PS3. I play Destiny 2, and if you play that, you know that you could barely get a raid encounter done in 2 hours with a dysfunctional raid team. I've resorted to sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to play it so I can be mediocre compared to others. The call me a "Gaming addict" and threaten to prevent me from gaming if I can't "Regulate my time" on video games. I also just got my first phone in july last year, compared to my friends who got their first ones in 4th grade. And with that phone, I am heavily locked down. No youtube, no tik tok, snapchat, instagram, twitter, facebook, twitter, pintrest, no downloading apps without their permission, a google search safeguard, and I must have my location on at all times. I barely can keep up with my friends when all they do is post on social media about what they are doing. That has socially stunted me so fucking much that I don't have a clue what trends are going, popular music, who all is popular at school, famous people, or have many friends.
So, getting back to my grade and school advancement, my 4th grade teacher was terrible. Not a bad person, quite likable to be honest, but she never prepared us for middle school. I could count on one hand the amount of times we had homework or tests. Once I got into 5th grade, it was like I got hit by a truck. My new teacher was the reading, LA, and science teacher for the "Gifted team". Boy did he have the expectations for us. We were righting essays 2 weeks into school. My mom said that she didn't do some of the stuff we were doing until she was in 9th grade. I suddenly had so much pressure on me, as I could just skate by, doing the bare minimum in K-4th, but in his class, the bare minimum was the best we could do. And this school was the convergence of 5 different elementary schools in our district, and I came from the smallest so I barely knew anybody. Somehow, most kids knew each other, so I was the odd one out. I started failing assignments and forgetting to do homework. And my parents are the kind that flip their shit if I get a C+ or a B-. All the while I am getting compared to other peoples kids, and how I could better myself. This started my path into depression. I luckily got my first new friend in tech ed (Thank You Mr. Lytle), and we hit it off like this.
Me - "Uh... Hi
Her - "Um hello. What's your name?"
Me - "Garret, whats yours"
Her - "Izzy.(fake name) Do you like Anime?"
Me - "Oh yeah I do"
And that began my introduction into that friend group. Looking back, it was one of the best times in my life being in that friend group, and I would give anything to get the group together again. I was toxic as a 10 year old though, looking back. I don't even know how they could stand me at all. Now Izzy is a person who was sexually assaulted and raped throughout her life, and I was an insolent asshole who would make jokes about it. I guess she tolerated it throughout 5th and early 6th. I don't know why. Maybe because she saw me as a good person at heart and I just don't understand people properly, but I don't know why. My friend group consisted of Izzy, Meredith, James, and periodically a few others but they never lasted long with us. We had a little book thing going where Izzy was writing a story, and Meredith and I were doing out own story. We started out with just creating a character of our own for Izzy's book, but then we ended up taking up our characters' stories in our own books. I never really got into it, so I basically went and let Izzy do what she wanted with him. She said she had the books chapters on Tumblr, but she never showed it to us nor told us how to find it. Sometimes I doubt she even wrote it, more as we just had out own little universe with our characters and their mingled stories. Anyways, once I got into 6th grade, Izzy had enough with my rape jokes. She and the others started ignoring me when I talked, and never started conversations with me. After about a week of this, I had enough and asked them why the fuck they were doing this. They then proceeded to lecture me about how I was toxic and that I needed to leave this table and find somewhere else to sit and people to hang out with. Luckily my bro Nathan let me have a seat at his lunch table, though I never really became friends with anyone there. Things went downhill fast from there. Instead of trying to pick my self up and apologize and be the better man here, I went down a path of cutting and drinking. I have managed to hide most of my scars, but some are still there. The only thing that really saved me from suicide in that time was music. NF was a big part of that. His music was like he was reaching out a hand to me saying "Hey, I am like you, I want to help" and guided me with his music. Eventually during gym class, Izzy came up to me and apologized for giving me the silent treatment and invited me back to their table. Things began looking up from there. I began to stop drinking, and slowed down with cutting. I eventually even got a girlfriend. Now let me get started on this shit.
Her name was Kylie, and she meant the world to me. We dated for 2 weeks before I told any of my friends. That was when Nathan and Zach sat me down to give me some backstory on her. According to them, she cheated on everyone she dated. I didn't want to listen to them, and started ignoring their warnings, and that was a huge mistake. We went to Kennywood for our schools day with Me, Kylie, her twin, Hayley, Nathan, and Kalee. Now during this one ride, the bigger person goes on the outside part of the coaster cart. When we got to the part where it hits a sharp bend, she "lost her seatbelt and ended up on my lap". Lucky me had a goddamn fucking boner at the time and I most definitely believe she felt it, that night, I called her and we did an all nighter with her talking about each other. Altogether I learned a whole new side of her. We ended up wanting to hold hands, hug, and kiss and all of that good stuff but the most we did was held hands because of my parents always checking in on us every 5 minutes when she was at my house, and we couldn't at hers because her house has cameras everywhere. Thats when my relationship went to shit. She got distant, and she would always hang out with other male friends instead of me. Then we broke up because I was "trying to not let her have male friends and I was being controlling" Ended up she was cheating with 4 of them. Yeah. She had an 8 person dating octagon apparently (she was Bi). Nobody knew. So I decided to go undercover and get a fake phone number. It worked. I pretended to be my cousin and I asked some questions. Apparently she trusted him more after 5 minutes of knowing "him" so I asked her why she cheated. Apparently I didn't give her enough attention. Apparently not holding hands every time we see a glimpse for each other was reason to cheat. And then she made some bullshit excuse that I abused her and shit so I shut that down instantly. She then apparently did some shit talk about me on tik tok and instagram, so I had my friends disprove that.
Now onto my second Gf. Hayley. She was a tomboy of sorts. She wasn't transgender in any way, just liked sports more, liked to wrestle, and has short hair, but she was a girl to the core. We had something great going on until she broke up with me saying that she heard rumours that I lie. She believed what others said about me and were rumours. I then got the truth that she just liked someone else. I'm still friends with her currently.
So now currently I have just moved away from when I used to go, so I have no friends here, I haven't heard from Izzy or James in 7 months, I talk to Meredith still. I am failing 3 classes right now due to technical problems. My parents are threatening me with millitary school, where I would have no PS4, no Phone, no music, no way to let my anger out, no friends to text for a whole fucking year. If they do that, I swear I will do some petty shit like not mail them back if they mail me or not contact them for the whole year except for my brother. I love that little shit to death. I am currently a 9/10 on the depression scale, cutting again. starting to vape, and I haven't had a girlfriend for a whole year as of today, and that is depressing the shit out of me. Can anyone give me advice on how to get a new GF? Or at least some new friends and how to better myself?
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2020.09.24 17:07 set13tes 37 [M4F] fun dating app stories

Bartender for 15 years with a lot of down time until the world goes back to normal... Miss engaging with people and having good conversation and sharing fun stories... Looking to find someone to chat with and have fun 😁
Hobbies: go out, bars, beach, sports, music, movies, darts, golf, gym, video games, etc...
Have spent many years on and off dating apps and have had countless experiences, good, bad, and ugly 😂... Made friends, had dates, had fun hangouts... Looking to chat with someone that would find interest in them as well as have their own stories to share
Hope to hear back from some fun people! 😁
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2020.09.24 16:16 set13tes 37 [M4F] fun dating app stories

Bartender for 15 years with a lot of down time until the world goes back to normal... Miss engaging with people and having good conversation and sharing fun stories... Looking to find someone to chat with and have fun 😁
Hobbies: go out, bars, beach, sports, music, movies, darts, golf, gym, video games, etc...
Have spent many years on and off dating apps and have had countless experiences, good, bad, and ugly 😂... Made friends, had dates, had fun hangouts... Looking to chat with someone that would find interest in them as well as have their own stories to share!
Most of my downtime is weekday afternoons it seems, when most of the world is at work, so ideally someone free during those times or a completely different timezone (US Eastern)
Hope to hear back from some fun people! 😁
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2020.09.24 13:50 Crayven90 How do I figure out, whether she's interested or not? If so, how do I continue?

Hello fellow redditors,
I would like to tell you my most recent dating (?) story and have the two questions in the title answered. I'm 30 and M, the woman in my story is 25ish (give or take a year). Let's call her Paula. We have a friend in common, who lives a couple of 100 kms away, is M and roughly the same age as Paula. Let's call him Joe.
Paula moved to the city at which I work half a year ago, roughly at the time we had the major lockdown due to Corona. This caused her not to find new friends or any kind of a bigger social circle and to stop doing sports (she's into sport, which allows one to socialise, like climbing with partners or acrobatics).
Joe asked me, (I'm into acrobatics myself) whether I could show Paula some tricks and train with her. Which I did. Paula and I trained, chitchatted and bantered during the breaks. Afterwards we shared 2 bottles of beer and chatted about her situation in life (what I told above), work, the past,... . Almost no topic was save in that hour. And I think I did feel the spark in that time. I also feel, like her eyes sparkled at me. So I think, there is some chemistry between the two of us. I haven't felt that much sympathy towards a person I just met in a long time.
After we parted ways, I catched the train home and wrote her a message. Like, I enjoyed that evening, had a lot of fun and telling her, that I would like the two of us to meet up again in the future. I also wrote, that I would like to do more then just train acrobatics with her. (From my point of view, I asked her out on a date or at least asked a preping question). (I know, kinda needy, but... Well, I've done it...)
She replied, that she had a lot of fun as well, that she arrived home, etc. But she didn't reply to meeting up, be it for training or something different (Besides of the big group-training hte next day, which she didn't attend due to a headache, she claims).
Since she neither rejected nor accepted, I'm not 100% sure what to think. Does she want more time to think? Did I scare her away with my to early request? Was it her way to turn me down, trying not to destroy a possible friendship?
After that, all we did was a bit of smalltalk via WhatsApp. And before anyone brings up, her possibly having a SO: Joe told me, she's single.

And some details about myself: I haven't had a relationship yet, never went on a real date (only a virtual one during the lockdown). So I do lack a lot of experience in romance.
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2020.09.24 10:02 A_Throwaway_2016 Are people just naturally gifted with good social skills for dating interactions? Please read more inside

I'm a 24 year old guy from a rust belt city and I've been on a total of 3 dates over the past 4-5 years. None of them have gotten past the fist date.
Conversely I know guys that have gotten much farther, much younger. Hell, maybe it didn't even involve a date. Maybe it was just at a party or something in high school. Back then I was the nerd/geek type, suffering from undiagnosed ADHD and social anxiety which persisted into college. Once I played a club sport in the upper class years and volunteered after college, my confidence rose, but motivation to date was still low.
Now at 24, I feel behind for my age, and the women that are 2-4 years younger can easily pick up on a lack of flirtatious humor or overly platonic banter whether it's on a date or over text. Which is why I don't stand a chance with someone closer to my age.
There are hundred of courses and endless hours of "pickup" and "game fundamentals" to talk to women, but is dating really that unintuitive? And why would I want to pay for knowledge that should be innate? I will never understand how my parents met in their teens in the 1970s... and then ask me why I haven't met anyone, or tease if I'm on my phone all the time because I'm talking to a girlfriend. No, I'm browsing /dating_advice wondering why the dating part of your genetics didn't get passed down to ME!
Take the conversation I had on Bumble as an example, as well as this response to see how it could have gone differently. She was already interested. I've never had enough practice to intuitively know dating strategies.
https://imgur.com/a/5tAZUYB/ https://i.imgur.com/Tqjgp13.jpg https://i.imgur.com/it5d5v2.jpg
At the end of the day, it's all mental gymnastics. When Tinder and Bumble are household names, what other options do you have? Sometimes I feel better just sitting here with nobody than getting a headache wondering how to beat the competition, app algorithms, my social circle size, and whether or not approaching a women in public (i.e. grocery store/Starbucks) is a wise idea in the 2020s.
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2020.09.24 08:35 FYININJA I'm spending my birthday and my vacation alone in my apartment.

So I have a pretty stressful job. I work as a live in employee at a college campus. I was recently told I should take a vacation, due to the start of the semester being so stressful for everyone.
For some foundational information, I have a bad connection with my own birthday. Growing up I didn't have many friends. I had a few okay birthday parties, but most of my birthdays growing up, my family was too busy with sports (football) to show up, so I spent most of my birthdays with my mom and grandma. I grew up and moved away from home, and I've tried to hide my birthday.
Anyways sorry for rambling. I don't have hardly any friends or family that I really associate with. I have basically no friends that I could reasonably meet up with in person. I've spent my entire vacation in my apartment waiting for the few friends I have to be available so that I can play video games with them for an hour or two. I'm so miserable and want bad things to happen to me. I feel stuck in this situation. I'm in a job that I lucked into, I couldn't find a job remotely as nice as this if I decided to quit, I have no friends, to significant other, and I basically just work and sleep. It takes an enormous amount of effort for me to do the most basic of things. Even showering is a monumental effort for me. I go weeks at a time wearing the same dirty clothing hoping nobody notices, I eat out almost every night (usually through door dash so I don't have to leave my apartment). I don't have anybody to vent too anymore, my only friend I'm comfortable talking too is too busy to help me like they used too, they're in a relationship and moved in with their significant other and now I'm lucky if I can grab their attention for an hour or two every night,and I can tell they don't want to spend the night listening to me complain (which is reasonable). I've tried using dating apps for both dating and to make friends, but I can't get anybody to talk to me. Even ones who respond to me usually only talk to me for a few messages before they ghost me. I don't blame them, I always try to get them to talk about themselves in the hopes that they won't realize how lonely and pathetic I am, and I think they pick up pretty quickly that I'm useless.
I have already spent my week off on my couch, only going out to grab a few frozen grocery items so I can feel a little less bad about what I eat. No cake, no special dinner, I'll probably have 3 or 4 people with good memories tell me happy birthday if I'm lucky, and beyond that it'll be the same old day.
I'm in this bizarre spot where I wish my birthday just didn't exist. Nobody wants to celebrate it with me, and nobody ever has, so I would rather it just not exist. But it does, and I wish I had somebody who loved me to tell me happy birthday. I wish I had something to do on my vacation. I have plenty of money saved up, it's not even a matter of money. I just have nobody to do anything with. Nowhere to go. I don't even have friends I can crash with overnight. I've been sleeping on my couch to try to trick my brain into thinking that this week is any different from a normal week for me.
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2020.09.24 07:04 Ablethegoat Found this in r/teenagers lol

Please somebody just read (trigger warning for some)
I want to warn you that this is going to be a long post so sorry in advance if you do decide to read it. I am a 14 year old boy, and I have severe depression. Let me start from the beginning. I was always the kid that was a gifted, smart child. The kind that would be one of the first to be done with a test. I had a wide friend group, and I really didn't have any beef with anyone. I always would help, even if I would get in trouble though. I would do others homework (I don't anymore, but I will still help), and wouldn't snitch at all. It's always been a policy of mine. As long as they aren't harming themselves or others, I don't care. I was always like this until 4th grade. That's around when I hit puberty. I had the basic stuff, having a crush and starting to learn more about the human body, and things like that. One day, I was playing Plants vs. Zombies on my computer, when I thought about my crush. Now, once I get thinking about something I am interested in or that I like, I won't stop unless something happens to get me out of that trance. Now, I was thinking about my crush and I wondered what women looked like naked. Biggest fucking mistake of my life. That has brought me down a porn addicted path in life, and I am trying so hard to quit, but I can't. I then learned what sex was and that was all I thought about. That started distracting me in class. Then I started getting self conscious. I started caring about my looks, hating how I look, etc;. I am just getting into 8th grade and my parents are just now starting to buy me things like Hollister and AE, which I find annoying since I have friends that have been having those clothes since 5th grade. And it's not like we are scrounging for cash either. My 6 year old brother is getting better stuff than I did at his age, and my parents act like I was nothing different than him. Now I get that he is different, being that when I was his age, my dad went to Afghanistan for 2 years, so I had a lot more Mom time than he does. They constantly compare me to him, saying that I was never that good at that at his age, or that he is doing soooo good where I do poorly. Then when I compare myself to him, they say "It's like comparing apples to oranges." I know that is bullshit because I know he is the favorite child by how they treated me at his age. I was let watch only 6 episodes of my shows, while he gets to watch whatever the hell he wants, for however long he wants. I would get 30 minutes of video games a day. He doesn't have a time limit. I had that time limit until I was 11. He never has. The worst part about this is when I bought my Nintendo switch in fall 2018, my parents said that I had to let my brother play on it when he wants to, or they would take it from me. I paid for the whole damn thing. Now all he does is hog the system and I rarely get a chance to play it. I saw that altogether I have 300 hours of gaming on it. My brother however, has 2500 hours of gaming on it. While I do understand that some of that is because I play more PS4 than Nintendo now, I still find that to be dumb. They only recently let me start gaming more because I "started to show interest in gaming" when I bought my switch. I have over 900 hours of minecraft on my PS3. I play Destiny 2, and if you play that, you know that you could barely get a raid encounter done in 2 hours with a dysfunctional raid team. I've resorted to sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to play it so I can be mediocre compared to others. The call me a "Gaming addict" and threaten to prevent me from gaming if I can't "Regulate my time" on video games. I also just got my first phone in july last year, compared to my friends who got their first ones in 4th grade. And with that phone, I am heavily locked down. No youtube, no tik tok, snapchat, instagram, twitter, facebook, twitter, pintrest, no downloading apps without their permission, a google search safeguard, and I must have my location on at all times. I barely can keep up with my friends when all they do is post on social media about what they are doing. That has socially stunted me so fucking much that I don't have a clue what trends are going, popular music, who all is popular at school, famous people, or have many friends.
So, getting back to my grade and school advancement, my 4th grade teacher was terrible. Not a bad person, quite likable to be honest, but she never prepared us for middle school. I could count on one hand the amount of times we had homework or tests. Once I got into 5th grade, it was like I got hit by a truck. My new teacher was the reading, LA, and science teacher for the "Gifted team". Boy did he have the expectations for us. We were righting essays 2 weeks into school. My mom said that she didn't do some of the stuff we were doing until she was in 9th grade. I suddenly had so much pressure on me, as I could just skate by, doing the bare minimum in K-4th, but in his class, the bare minimum was the best we could do. And this school was the convergence of 5 different elementary schools in our district, and I came from the smallest so I barely knew anybody. Somehow, most kids knew each other, so I was the odd one out. I started failing assignments and forgetting to do homework. And my parents are the kind that flip their shit if I get a C+ or a B-. All the while I am getting compared to other peoples kids, and how I could better myself. This started my path into depression. I luckily got my first new friend in tech ed (Thank You Mr. Lytle), and we hit it off like this.
Me - "Uh... Hi
Her - "Um hello. What's your name?"
Me - "Garret, whats yours"
Her - "Izzy.(fake name) Do you like Anime?"
Me - "Oh yeah I do"
And that began my introduction into that friend group. Looking back, it was one of the best times in my life being in that friend group, and I would give anything to get the group together again. I was toxic as a 10 year old though, looking back. I don't even know how they could stand me at all. Now Izzy is a person who was sexually assaulted and raped throughout her life, and I was an insolent asshole who would make jokes about it. I guess she tolerated it throughout 5th and early 6th. I don't know why. Maybe because she saw me as a good person at heart and I just don't understand people properly, but I don't know why. My friend group consisted of Izzy, Meredith, James, and periodically a few others but they never lasted long with us. We had a little book thing going where Izzy was writing a story, and Meredith and I were doing out own story. We started out with just creating a character of our own for Izzy's book, but then we ended up taking up our characters' stories in our own books. I never really got into it, so I basically went and let Izzy do what she wanted with him. She said she had the books chapters on Tumblr, but she never showed it to us nor told us how to find it. Sometimes I doubt she even wrote it, more as we just had out own little universe with our characters and their mingled stories. Anyways, once I got into 6th grade, Izzy had enough with my rape jokes. She and the others started ignoring me when I talked, and never started conversations with me. After about a week of this, I had enough and asked them why the fuck they were doing this. They then proceeded to lecture me about how I was toxic and that I needed to leave this table and find somewhere else to sit and people to hang out with. Luckily my bro Nathan let me have a seat at his lunch table, though I never really became friends with anyone there. Things went downhill fast from there. Instead of trying to pick my self up and apologize and be the better man here, I went down a path of cutting and drinking. I have managed to hide most of my scars, but some are still there. The only thing that really saved me from suicide in that time was music. NF was a big part of that. His music was like he was reaching out a hand to me saying "Hey, I am like you, I want to help" and guided me with his music. Eventually during gym class, Izzy came up to me and apologized for giving me the silent treatment and invited me back to their table. Things began looking up from there. I began to stop drinking, and slowed down with cutting. I eventually even got a girlfriend. Now let me get started on this shit.
Her name was Kylie, and she meant the world to me. We dated for 2 weeks before I told any of my friends. That was when Nathan and Zach sat me down to give me some backstory on her. According to them, she cheated on everyone she dated. I didn't want to listen to them, and started ignoring their warnings, and that was a huge mistake. We went to Kennywood for our schools day with Me, Kylie, her twin, Hayley, Nathan, and Kalee. Now during this one ride, the bigger person goes on the outside part of the coaster cart. When we got to the part where it hits a sharp bend, she "lost her seatbelt and ended up on my lap". Lucky me had a goddamn fucking boner at the time and I most definitely believe she felt it, that night, I called her and we did an all nighter with her talking about each other. Altogether I learned a whole new side of her. We ended up wanting to hold hands, hug, and kiss and all of that good stuff but the most we did was held hands because of my parents always checking in on us every 5 minutes when she was at my house, and we couldn't at hers because her house has cameras everywhere. Thats when my relationship went to shit. She got distant, and she would always hang out with other male friends instead of me. Then we broke up because I was "trying to not let her have male friends and I was being controlling" Ended up she was cheating with 4 of them. Yeah. She had an 8 person dating octagon apparently (she was Bi). Nobody knew. So I decided to go undercover and get a fake phone number. It worked. I pretended to be my cousin and I asked some questions. Apparently she trusted him more after 5 minutes of knowing "him" so I asked her why she cheated. Apparently I didn't give her enough attention. Apparently not holding hands every time we see a glimpse for each other was reason to cheat. And then she made some bullshit excuse that I abused her and shit so I shut that down instantly. She then apparently did some shit talk about me on tik tok and instagram, so I had my friends disprove that.
Now onto my second Gf. Hayley. She was a tomboy of sorts. She wasn't transgender in any way, just liked sports more, liked to wrestle, and has short hair, but she was a girl to the core. We had something great going on until she broke up with me saying that she heard rumours that I lie. She believed what others said about me and were rumours. I then got the truth that she just liked someone else. I'm still friends with her currently.
So now currently I have just moved away from when I used to go, so I have no friends here, I haven't heard from Izzy or James in 7 months, I talk to Meredith still. I am failing 3 classes right now due to technical problems. My parents are threatening me with millitary school, where I would have no PS4, no Phone, no music, no way to let my anger out, no friends to text for a whole fucking year. If they do that, I swear I will do some petty shit like not mail them back if they mail me or not contact them for the whole year except for my brother. I love that little shit to death. I am currently a 9/10 on the depression scale, cutting again. starting to vape, and I haven't had a girlfriend for a whole year as of today, and that is depressing the shit out of me. Can anyone give me advice on how to get a new GF? Or at least some new friends and how to better myself?
PS I will try to attach screenshots of my ex's chat with me as my cousin if possible.
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2020.09.24 06:59 SadWeebBoy Please somebody just read (trigger warning for some)

(edit) I'm sorry for formatting I wrote this at 2 am so I'm tired
I want to warn you that this is going to be a long post so sorry in advance if you do decide to read it. I am a 14 year old boy, and I have severe depression. Let me start from the beginning. I was always the kid that was a gifted, smart child. The kind that would be one of the first to be done with a test. I had a wide friend group, and I really didn't have any beef with anyone. I always would help, even if I would get in trouble though. I would do others homework (I don't anymore, but I will still help), and wouldn't snitch at all. It's always been a policy of mine. As long as they aren't harming themselves or others, I don't care. I was always like this until 4th grade. That's around when I hit puberty. I had the basic stuff, having a crush and starting to learn more about the human body, and things like that. One day, I was playing Plants vs. Zombies on my computer, when I thought about my crush. Now, once I get thinking about something I am interested in or that I like, I won't stop unless something happens to get me out of that trance. Now, I was thinking about my crush and I wondered what women looked like naked. Biggest fucking mistake of my life. That has brought me down a porn addicted path in life, and I am trying so hard to quit, but I can't. I then learned what sex was and that was all I thought about. That started distracting me in class. Then I started getting self conscious. I started caring about my looks, hating how I look, etc;. I am just getting into 8th grade and my parents are just now starting to buy me things like Hollister and AE, which I find annoying since I have friends that have been having those clothes since 5th grade. And it's not like we are scrounging for cash either. My 6 year old brother is getting better stuff than I did at his age, and my parents act like I was nothing different than him. Now I get that he is different, being that when I was his age, my dad went to Afghanistan for 2 years, so I had a lot more Mom time than he does. They constantly compare me to him, saying that I was never that good at that at his age, or that he is doing soooo good where I do poorly. Then when I compare myself to him, they say "It's like comparing apples to oranges." I know that is bullshit because I know he is the favorite child by how they treated me at his age. I was let watch only 6 episodes of my shows, while he gets to watch whatever the hell he wants, for however long he wants. I would get 30 minutes of video games a day. He doesn't have a time limit. I had that time limit until I was 11. He never has. The worst part about this is when I bought my Nintendo switch in fall 2018, my parents said that I had to let my brother play on it when he wants to, or they would take it from me. I paid for the whole damn thing. Now all he does is hog the system and I rarely get a chance to play it. I saw that altogether I have 300 hours of gaming on it. My brother however, has 2500 hours of gaming on it. While I do understand that some of that is because I play more PS4 than Nintendo now, I still find that to be dumb. They only recently let me start gaming more because I "started to show interest in gaming" when I bought my switch. I have over 900 hours of minecraft on my PS3. I play Destiny 2, and if you play that, you know that you could barely get a raid encounter done in 2 hours with a dysfunctional raid team. I've resorted to sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to play it so I can be mediocre compared to others. The call me a "Gaming addict" and threaten to prevent me from gaming if I can't "Regulate my time" on video games. I also just got my first phone in july last year, compared to my friends who got their first ones in 4th grade. And with that phone, I am heavily locked down. No youtube, no tik tok, snapchat, instagram, twitter, facebook, twitter, pintrest, no downloading apps without their permission, a google search safeguard, and I must have my location on at all times. I barely can keep up with my friends when all they do is post on social media about what they are doing. That has socially stunted me so fucking much that I don't have a clue what trends are going, popular music, who all is popular at school, famous people, or have many friends.
So, getting back to my grade and school advancement, my 4th grade teacher was terrible. Not a bad person, quite likable to be honest, but she never prepared us for middle school. I could count on one hand the amount of times we had homework or tests. Once I got into 5th grade, it was like I got hit by a truck. My new teacher was the reading, LA, and science teacher for the "Gifted team". Boy did he have the expectations for us. We were righting essays 2 weeks into school. My mom said that she didn't do some of the stuff we were doing until she was in 9th grade. I suddenly had so much pressure on me, as I could just skate by, doing the bare minimum in K-4th, but in his class, the bare minimum was the best we could do. And this school was the convergence of 5 different elementary schools in our district, and I came from the smallest so I barely knew anybody. Somehow, most kids knew each other, so I was the odd one out. I started failing assignments and forgetting to do homework. And my parents are the kind that flip their shit if I get a C+ or a B-. All the while I am getting compared to other peoples kids, and how I could better myself. This started my path into depression. I luckily got my first new friend in tech ed (Thank You Mr. Lytle), and we hit it off like this.
Me - "Uh... Hi
Her - "Um hello. What's your name?"
Me - "Garret, whats yours"
Her - "Izzy.(fake name) Do you like Anime?"
Me - "Oh yeah I do"
And that began my introduction into that friend group. Looking back, it was one of the best times in my life being in that friend group, and I would give anything to get the group together again. I was toxic as a 10 year old though, looking back. I don't even know how they could stand me at all. Now Izzy is a person who was sexually assaulted and raped throughout her life, and I was an insolent asshole who would make jokes about it. I guess she tolerated it throughout 5th and early 6th. I don't know why. Maybe because she saw me as a good person at heart and I just don't understand people properly, but I don't know why. My friend group consisted of Izzy, Meredith, James, and periodically a few others but they never lasted long with us. We had a little book thing going where Izzy was writing a story, and Meredith and I were doing out own story. We started out with just creating a character of our own for Izzy's book, but then we ended up taking up our characters' stories in our own books. I never really got into it, so I basically went and let Izzy do what she wanted with him. She said she had the books chapters on Tumblr, but she never showed it to us nor told us how to find it. Sometimes I doubt she even wrote it, more as we just had out own little universe with our characters and their mingled stories. Anyways, once I got into 6th grade, Izzy had enough with my rape jokes. She and the others started ignoring me when I talked, and never started conversations with me. After about a week of this, I had enough and asked them why the fuck they were doing this. They then proceeded to lecture me about how I was toxic and that I needed to leave this table and find somewhere else to sit and people to hang out with. Luckily my bro Nathan let me have a seat at his lunch table, though I never really became friends with anyone there. Things went downhill fast from there. Instead of trying to pick my self up and apologize and be the better man here, I went down a path of cutting and drinking. I have managed to hide most of my scars, but some are still there. The only thing that really saved me from suicide in that time was music. NF was a big part of that. His music was like he was reaching out a hand to me saying "Hey, I am like you, I want to help" and guided me with his music. Eventually during gym class, Izzy came up to me and apologized for giving me the silent treatment and invited me back to their table. Things began looking up from there. I began to stop drinking, and slowed down with cutting. I eventually even got a girlfriend. Now let me get started on this shit.
Her name was Kylie, and she meant the world to me. We dated for 2 weeks before I told any of my friends. That was when Nathan and Zach sat me down to give me some backstory on her. According to them, she cheated on everyone she dated. I didn't want to listen to them, and started ignoring their warnings, and that was a huge mistake. We went to Kennywood for our schools day with Me, Kylie, her twin, Hayley, Nathan, and Kalee. Now during this one ride, the bigger person goes on the outside part of the coaster cart. When we got to the part where it hits a sharp bend, she "lost her seatbelt and ended up on my lap". Lucky me had a goddamn fucking boner at the time and I most definitely believe she felt it, that night, I called her and we did an all nighter with her talking about each other. Altogether I learned a whole new side of her. We ended up wanting to hold hands, hug, and kiss and all of that good stuff but the most we did was held hands because of my parents always checking in on us every 5 minutes when she was at my house, and we couldn't at hers because her house has cameras everywhere. Thats when my relationship went to shit. She got distant, and she would always hang out with other male friends instead of me. Then we broke up because I was "trying to not let her have male friends and I was being controlling" Ended up she was cheating with 4 of them. Yeah. She had an 8 person dating octagon apparently (she was Bi). Nobody knew. So I decided to go undercover and get a fake phone number. It worked. I pretended to be my cousin and I asked some questions. Apparently she trusted him more after 5 minutes of knowing "him" so I asked her why she cheated. Apparently I didn't give her enough attention. Apparently not holding hands every time we see a glimpse for each other was reason to cheat. And then she made some bullshit excuse that I abused her and shit so I shut that down instantly. She then apparently did some shit talk about me on tik tok and instagram, so I had my friends disprove that.
Now onto my second Gf. Hayley. She was a tomboy of sorts. She wasn't transgender in any way, just liked sports more, liked to wrestle, and has short hair, but she was a girl to the core. We had something great going on until she broke up with me saying that she heard rumours that I lie. She believed what others said about me and were rumours. I then got the truth that she just liked someone else. I'm still friends with her currently.
So now currently I have just moved away from when I used to go, so I have no friends here, I haven't heard from Izzy or James in 7 months, I talk to Meredith still. I am failing 3 classes right now due to technical problems. My parents are threatening me with millitary school, where I would have no PS4, no Phone, no music, no way to let my anger out, no friends to text for a whole fucking year. If they do that, I swear I will do some petty shit like not mail them back if they mail me or not contact them for the whole year except for my brother. I love that little shit to death. I am currently a 9/10 on the depression scale, cutting again. starting to vape, and I haven't had a girlfriend for a whole year as of today, and that is depressing the shit out of me. Can anyone give me advice on how to get a new GF? Or at least some new friends and how to better myself?
PS I will try to attach screenshots of my ex's chat with me as my cousin if possible.
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2020.09.24 03:56 throwRA99550099 Being happy for a friend when in reality you’re not that happy about it...

Hey Everyone.
My best friend of the last 5 years and I are both male, he is 25 I am 30. We became friends through sport, both football and basketball and have become housemates for the past 4 years.
In that entire time living with him he never brought girls over, dated or really talked about girls that much. I suspect maybe he was like me and was bi without much real desire to start a romantic relationship.
Over time we really just did everything together. Spoke every day, hung out, went on holiday together. I really started to love him, despite the fact we had no romantic involvement. I would bring up relationships and girls but he just never seemed that interested. I suspected he was straight but thought maybe deep down he just liked our close friendship and like me was happy with this.
6 months ago he met a girl and they really hit it off. She is 18 and gradually over the past few months they’ve gone from casually fucking on the weekends to her staying here half the week and pretty much he exclusively hangs out with her. We’ve started gradually seeing each other less, speaking less and she comes before her. The only time he and I are both free is mid week and I suspect eventually she’ll be over longer and more often. He has his own life and other things to do in the week when he’s not with her, so it’s rare we spend any time together any more.
Before she came along we’d talked about buying a house together, investing in a business together and travelling more... I feel like that’s all out the window now...
Truly and honestly I am feeling so broken and hurt by this. It feels like I have broken up with him but at the same time I know we never had that kind of romantic relationship. I just know that as he grows more attached to her, I will see him less and less and all the things we once did as friends, like hanging out, going on holiday together etc. will be replaced by her doing it with him instead.
I’ve tried hanging with other people, dating other people and that kind of stuff but I feel so attached to him still that I can’t seem to enjoy it anywhere near as much. I’ve withdrawn from dating apps as I know my hearts not in it and a casual fling doesn’t really interest me.
This is all made even more complicated that I live with him, so when she comes over and I see them together I feel even sadder.
I know the easy option may be to just cut ties and walk away. But I really want to make the effort to be cool with it, accept it and remain friends. I think I’ll always love him, but I miss our friendship and the closeness we once shared. I feel so lost in life now it’s like everything I knew and hoped for has gone out the window.
Does anyone have any advice of what I can do? Has anyone out there been through similar?
I’ve tried to become friendly with her as well but there’s such an age gap. Her friends are all 18. I feel weird going and hanging out with girls that young. If I ask about her he says very little. It’s like he doesn’t really want me to get to know her at all. But I know he’s crazy about her and falling in love. I want him to be happy and can understand that happiness I likely can’t ever provide him. I just feel like losing him all together would hurt even more. Any advice or input appreciated. Thank you.
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2020.09.24 03:20 Pretty_iin_Pink NSW reports 🍩 new local cases and 1 new overseas case

NSW reports 🍩 new local cases and 1 new overseas case

New cases reported in the last 24 hours

  • 1 is a returned overseas traveller in hotel quarantine.
  • 🍩 local transmission ✅ ✅ ✅ = 3 days of no local transmission
Note:
1. Since 8pm last night, there is 1 new local case which is under investigation, but there is a suspected link to a known case or cluster. This case is a man in his 50s, who lives in supported living accommodation, and has underlying health conditions. He lives with 2 others who have been tested (no result as yet), and there are support staff who have been identified as close contacts. He is currently being treated at Campbelltown hospital, in ICU. This case will be in tomorrow's numbers.
2. NSW Health will provide an update re the case who is a taxi driver - however, the covid safe app did not aid contact tracing (still no update).
3. If you’re heading out to a venue with friends or family, bookings can only be made for 10 people or less. When you’re at the venue, it’s important to stay with your group at your table and avoid mingling with other people.
4. Easing of some restrictions to come: Maximum of 20 in a bridal party who can dance at the reception; School sport to resume as pre-pandemic, however parents cannot attend unless at a public venue; up to 5 students can sing in a choir; unlimited students in music ensembles; parents may once again volunteer to aid school activities; camps and excursions will resume; orientation and transition programs for kinders and year 7 students to resume; Kids community sport: from this weekend all spectators can attend, as long as covid-safe guidelines are in place.

Case and Test Summary

Last updated 5:33 PM [24/09]
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Sources of confirmed cases

Last updated 10:30 AM [23/09] - New Data
To track reclassification across time, check out our wiki page.
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September 2020 source totals - as of 21/09 - New Data: For a breakdown see here.
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Recent Clusters

Last updated 11:00 AM [24/09]
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Cluster Last 24 hours Total Reported
Sydney CBD - 72 Sept: 16, 13, 11, 9, 8, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2. Aug: 31, 30, 29, 28, 27.
St Paul’s Greystanes - 17 Sept: 13, 12, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1. Aug: 30
Concord/Liverpool Hospital - 22 Concord = Sept: 21, 18, 17, 16, 15, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7. Liverpool = Sept: 18, 11, 7, 6, 4, 1. Aug: 13.
Eastern Suburbs Legion Club - 9 Sept: 17, 14, 13, 11, 10.

Affected Educational Institutions

Last updated 11:00 AM [24/09]
School Suburb, LGA Last 24 hours TOTAL (students) Reported
St Paul's Catholic College Greystanes, Cumberland - 7 Sept: 10, 2, 1. Aug: 30
Blue Mountains Grammar School Wentworth Falls, City of Blue Mountains - 2 Sept: 16, 11

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Increased testing and surveillance Self-isolate and get tested immediately
Bankstown (suburb) Campbelltown: Mama Wok, Macarthur Square
Blue Mountains LGA Glen Alpine: Campbelltown Golf Club
Cumberland LGA Mollymook: Bannisters Pavilion Rooftop Bar & Grill
Fairfield LGA Ulladulla: Carlo's Italian Ristorante Bar & Seafood
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2020.09.24 00:38 atokadelggon Updated Walmart Jargon, acronyms, initialisms, and information you should know

4 years ago, u/melantonpsn created a jargon list for use by this subreddit. Due to recent updates and changes in the company, I decided to update said list.
If you're still out there, melantonpsn, thank you for your hard work in creating the original list
This is mainly just a copy/paste of their original list, with the new changes added in along with things I've learned from personal experience. It may not be 100% correct, but that is where you come in! If you see anything on here that appears to be wrong, or don't see something that you feel should be, please let me know so I can update the list. This is meant to help everyone, especially new associates, so it is imperative that we have the correct information.
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Without further ado, I present to you the list:
Types of Stores:
SC: A supercenter
Div 1: a smaller type of store. It carries less items and does not have all departments
NHM: Neighborhood Market
Sam's Club: A Walmart company that requires a membership to shop at
Departments
Apparel: 24: Boys wear
30: Bras and Shapewear
41: College and Pro Sports Apparel
33: Girls Wear
28: Hosiery
26: Infant Apparel
32: Jewelry and Sunglasses
31: Ladies Accessories and Handbags
29: Ladies Sleepwear
23: Men’s Wear
34: Misses and Junior Apparel
36: Outerwear and Swimwear
35: Plus size and Maternity
25: Shoes
27: Socks
Consumables:
46: Beauty/Cosmetics
2: HBA
13: Household Chemicals and Cleaning Supplies
4: Household Paper Goods
79: Infants Consumables
40: OTC pharmacy
8: Pets and Supplies
Entertainment:
85: 1 Hour Photo
21: Books and Magazines
6: Cameras and Supplies/Photo
72: Electronics
5: Media and Gaming
87: Wireless Devices
58: Wireless Services
Food:
98: Bakery
1: Candy and Tobacco
81: Commercial Bread
90: Dairy
95: DSD Grocery
91: Frozen Foods
92: Grocery
82: Impulse/Checkout Merchandise
96: Liquor
93: Meat and Seafood
97: Meat and Deli Wall
94: Produce
80: Service Deli
Homelines:
20: Bath and Shower
22: Bedding
14: Cook and Dine and Small Appliances
19: Crafts
44: Fabric
71: Furniture
17: Home Decór
74: Storage and Organization
Hardlines:
37: ACC
10: Automotive
67: Celebrations
48: Firearms
11: Hardware
77: Large Appliances
56: Live Plants and Garden Supplies
16: Outdoor Living
12: Paint and Accessories
18: Seasonal (Easter, Halloween, Christmas, Thanksgiving/Fall, Valentines Day, etc.)
9: Sporting Goods
3: Stationary
7: Toys
Miscellaneous:
50: Doctor Fees/Optical Service Income
65: Fuel
15: Health and Wellness Clinics
49: Optical
38: Pharmacy Prescriptions
89: Travel
86: Walmart Financial Services
69: Walmart.com sales
99: Store Assets
Store Positions
SM: the store manager. This is the highest role in stores. They are the ones in charge of the entire place.
SL: Store Lead. This position exists only in certain stores. They work directly opposite the store manager, helping to run the day to day operations of the store.
Coach: A salaried member of management who runs a wide area. The amount of coaches you have in your store will be determined by your store, as will what they are over. They report directly to the store manager.
Coach Trainee: An hourly member of management who is in training to become a Coach.
ASM: Assistant Store Manager. A salaried member of management who runs a specific area, much like a coach. Most of these positions were phased out with the introduction of the Coach role, but a few still remain. They report to the store leads or, in the absence of store leads, the store manager.
APASM: A salaried member of management in charge of all things AP. This is mainly things like theft, but can also include other things as well.
TL: Team Lead. Directly under the coach, these hourly supervisors run a small team. They work to develop the members of that team. They may also act as the manager on duty in the absence of a salaried member of management (must have training to do so).
AT: Academy trainers. This position currently only exists in NHMs. This position is in charge of training new employees. In Supercenters, this role falls to the team lead.
TA: Team associate. This is the regular associates of Walmart.
DM: Department Manager. This position has been almost completely phased out, save for a few exceptions. Their job is to run a specific department.
Claims Supervisor: The person in charge of claims.
APA: Asset Protection Associate. This person is meant to help stop theft. They will often roam the store, keeping an eye on customers whom they deem suspicious and will deal with theft issues as they arise.
SC(O)H: Self checkout host. This person watches over the self checkouts, helping customers and looks for items not scanned.
APCH: AP Customer Host. This person is in charge of doing receipt checks at the doors.
Stockman: a cart pusher
Mod Associate: an Associate who sets mods. Often based on overnights.
People Lead: often referred to as HR, they are the ones in charge of orientations, hiring, etc.
Old Positions
Cap 1: in charge of cleaning up freight and capping grocery and consumable bins. Replaced by stocking team 1
Cap Supervisor: In charge of Cap 1. Replaced by Stocking Lead 1
FCAP 1: Fresh cap team 1. In charge of working the Meat, Produce, Bakery, and Deli Freight and capping. Replaced by Meat/Produce team, bakery team, and deli team.
FCAP 1 Supervisor: In charge of FCAP 1. Replaced by Meat/Produce Lead, Bakery Lead, and Deli Lead
Cap 2: In charge of unloading the GM truck and working freight in grocery and consumables. Replaced by Stocking Team 2
Cap 2 Supervisor: In charge of Cap 2. Replaced by Stocking Lead 2.
Support Manager: A position in charge of various things across the stores. Often referred to as "Managements bitch", they basically do whatever salaried members of management ask of them while often helping to run the store. Often viewed as a stepping stone between hourly management and salaried management.
FCAP 2: Fresh Cap 2. In charge of capping, culling, and doing markdowns for Meat, Produce, Bakery, and Deli. Replaced by Meat/Produce team, Bakery Team, and Deli Team.
ON: Overnights. In charge of different things which vary by store, but usually FDD freight, finishing up Grocery and consumable freight, and working GM Freight. Replaced by Stocking Team 3
ON Support Manager: In charge of overnights. They report directly to the overnight asm. Were also MODs in the lack of a salaried member of management. Replaced by Stocking Lead 3.
CSM: customer service manager. Often found to be wearing yellow vests, they are in charge of running the front end. Replaced by Front End Lead
Locations
Grocery Doors: The entrance doors at the front of the store on the grocery side. Will stay open for as long as the store is open.
GM Doors: The entrance doors at the front of the store on the GM side. Will often close earlier in the evening, funneling everyone through the grocery doors.
Cart bay: where carts are stores for customers when they come into the store
Cart rails: the set of shelves as you come into the store. Called cart rails as they’re right next to or near the cart bays
Bullpen: the encircled area where the self check outs are located
TLE: Tire and Lube Express. Also known as ACC (auto care center)
HBA: Health and Beauty Aids. Also known as HBC (Health and Beauty Care)
OTC: Over the Counter. Refers to Pharmacy
L&G: Lawn and Garden
FDD: Frozen, Dairy, and Deli
CO: Cash Office
Front End: The front of the store. The front end is usually located between the two entrances. It includes all the registers at the front of the store and the service desk, but also includes positions like maintenance and stockmen.
Sales Floor: The area customers have available to shop
Back Room: The employee-only area. This is where trucks are unloaded and overstock goes. HR, Management Offices (except AP), and the break room are also located back here.
Softlines: Apparel departments
Consumables: Items that people use often. These include HBA, Cosmetics, Chemicals, Paper goods, Infants, OTC, and Pets.
Entertainment: everything often referred to as "electronics".
Grocery: any food or drink item, not including fresh
Fresh: Meat, Produce, Deli, and Bakery.
Homelines: Things you would use in a home. Things like bedding, furniture, cooking items, etc. are located in this area.
Hardlines: Basically everything else that doesn't fit into the above categories. These are things people may want, but aren't a necessity.
Action Alley
Action Alley: these are the areas in between departments. They are where customers and associates alike will walk as they are often the quickest ways around the store. They also will have features inside of them to increase sales.
B Action Alley: The Action Alley that separates grocery from apparel
The Cross: the section that separates apparel departments. As apparel is often a different color from the rest of the floor, it is easy to see the division here.
Horse Shoe: Toys, ACC, Hardware, HBA and OTC. When looking at them from a birds eye view, they will often make a horseshoe shape, but this is not in all stores.
Bowling Alley: the area between apparel and the front end registers. It is said that customers often look like bowling pins when they are lined up. May also be called the trench.
Main Alley: The back most action alley. May also be known as Long Action Alley or Back Action Alley
Race Track: All of the action alleys combined
Walls
Wet Wall: Located in Produce, its the wall with the fresh vegetables on it. Will often have rugs underneath to absorb excess moisture as there are sprinklers on this wall.
Meat Wall: The area where meat is sold
97 Wall: the area that holds bacon, hot dogs, lunch meat, lunchables, and the like
End Cap: At the end of all aisles that aren't against a wall. Features are set here to capture customer's eyes and sell more product.
Zoning
While zoning, Walmart employs a method known as fast zoning. To do a proper fast zone, take the following steps:
  1. for the first layer (the layer touching the shelf) start at the edge of the shelf closest to you.
  2. Fill all the way back until you reach the end of the shelf. Do not stack anything until this first layer is completed.
  3. After the first layer is completed, you may start the second layer. The second layer (and all layers above this) start at the back of the shelf and come forward. Do not start another layer until the previous layer is full.
Stocking
Case: a box of freight that holds multiple items inside of it that go on the shelf.
PDQ: Product Display Quantity. Some products will come in special cases meant to show off the product better. Also known as SRPs (Shelf Ready Packaging)
Breakpacks: the mixed boxes that come off the truck that will have small items in them that couldn't be thrown into the truck. May also be referred to as Totes, One Touch, or Casepack.
Fast track: The piece of plastic that holds the shelf labels
Bunkers: Located in grocery, these are the frozen or chilled areas not connected to the walls. They are often used for features. Also known as cooler bunker
Stackbase: a 4x4 plastic/wooden pallet that goes in action alley. Holds features.
COMAC: Food features that Home Office mandates
TIP: Towel in Pocket. Some associates will carry towels with them so they can easily clean up small spills. Not to be confused with TIPS
Buttholes: Hanging products can often rip, making it so they can't be hung anymore. Buttholes are sticky pieces of plastic that are attached to products like that so they can be rehung. May also be known as tabs, do-its, dang-it’s or damn-it’s.
Topstock: The highest shelves. They are meant to hold products that can't go on the shelves. May also be called risers
WACOs: Walmart Approved Corrugated Container. boxes kept on topstock or the backroom that are meant to hold products that don't easily fit on topstock or in the bins. Usually because they're so small or tend to roll around
Transportation
L Cart: an cart that makes an L shape with its handle. Also called a long cart
Rocket Cart: a 2-leveled cart that folded up for easy storage. These carts are being taken out of stores due to a number of incidents where associates received injuries due to the latches failing.
Top-Stock Cart: A cart with 3 levels on it. Attached to the front is a ladder, making reaching topstock much easier. May also be called a ladder cart.
Pallet Jack: a 2 pronged fork on wheels used to drive pallets around the store.
Electric Pallet Jack: an electric version of the pallet jack usually used to unload trucks or move especially heavy pallets.
Walkie Stacker: a type of lift used to reach the top steel or stack pallets.
Forklift: a type of lift used outside that is meant to carry and stack pallets. Can also be used to unload trucks.
Scissor Lift: a lift that carries a person and possibly some merchandise. Mainly used in Lawn and Garden and during seasonal sets to put up seasonal decorations or signs.
Trucks and the Backroom
HVDC: High Velocity Distribution Center. This is the grocery truck. Also called remix
McLanes: The candy truck. While it may have other departments in it (mainly pets, OTC, Tobacco, and grocery) it is almost all candy. Depending on location it may also be CoreMark
Origin: The truck that McLanes arrives on
Dance Floor: The space used for truck unloading
Hole in the Wall: the Trash Compactor. May also be called Oscar (like Oscar the grouch)
Baler: where plastic and cardboard are recycled. The baler makes compact, rectangular bales that are then taken to recycling centers to be reused.
Bin: The individual areas where overstock is kept in the backroom.
Steel: the steel that overstock is kept in. Contains the bins
Top-Steel: where pallets of merchandise or other important items are stores in the backroom. Located at the top of the steel.
Cap: The process of scanning items into a bin
Pick: When capping, the scanner will tell you if an item needs to go out to the floor.
Work: After capping, working the cart is when you take the cart of merchandise out and stock the items that were picked.
Inventory Flow Process: the process of items making their way from the manufacturer to customers homes.
CAP: Customer Availability Program. The process of making sure our shelves are stocked for the customers
DSD: Direct to Store Delivery. Products that come in from warehouses other than those owned by Walmart. Are usually stocked by the vendors or reps from those companies.
MABD: Must Arrive By Date
OSCA: On Shelf Customer Availability. The percentage of items we have in stock and on the shelves so that customers may purchase them
RPCs: Reusable Plastic Containers. the foldable plastic crates used in fresh departments.
Backload: sending pallets, rpcs, and break pack boxes back to the warehouses so they can be reused.
Miscellaneous
CBLs: Computer Based Learning. Replaced by the ULearn System
Telxon: an old scanner. Most stores do not have these anymore, but some still hold on to these relics. They are most often used in fabrics and crafts. Other forms of scanners include MCs or TCs. May also be referred to as a scanner, handheld, or gun (there are little triggers that sort of make the scanners look like guns
Onboarding: The initial training videos associates watch when they are hired. Replaced pathways
ULearn: The additional training associates will undergo every so often.
TIPS: Threaten Intimidate Promise Spy. An illegal method of dealing with unionizing
FOE: Facts, Opinions, and experiences. A lawful way of dealing with unionizing.
The Mule: the machines that stockmen use to push carts
Shopping Cart Party: When a group of associates goes outside to round up carts. Happens when stockmen fall behind. Also known as a buggy run
HEATKTE: High Expectations are the Key to Everything (Pronounced Het-Ka-Tee)
EDLC: Every day low cost. The way Walmart keeps prices low by reducing everyday costs.
EDLP: Every day low price. Correlates with EDLC
WOSH: Worked over Scheduled Hours. Will depend on the time of year and your management team, but as a general rule, working longer than you're scheduled is frowned upon unless you have management approval. You may be asked to cut any extra hours you accumulate throughout the week by taking a longer lunch or leaving early/coming in late
OBW: One best way. This is the official way everything is supposed to be run. Most stores do not follow this, however, and run things however they please.
Coaching: a disciplinary action.
Open Door: the process of taking concerns, ideas, or problems to higher ups. Starting with your immediate supervisor (or the next step higher if your supervisor is part of the problem), you discuss the idea or problem with management until it is resolved.
Ethics: a place to take all your ethical concerns. Be aware that ethics only deals with issues that are legal issues or are in direct violation of Walmarts Statement of Ethics.
GWP: Great Workplace. The phasing out of old supervisor roles to make way for the new team system. Has been renamed Teaming.
GAIN: global associate interactive network. the process of ending an associates employment.
One Walmart: Walmart’s site for employees. May also be called the wire
[email protected]: a free app on the App Store that allows you to view your schedule. Replaced the mywalmartschedule app
BYOD: allows you to download work apps to your personal phone. Only available in certain states.
WIN: Walmart Identification Number. This is your employee number.
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2020.09.23 20:22 Wine_introvert Overthinking mono in poly relationship

Hello everyone, I am new here, although have been reading the feed for a while. I hope I can get some help and advice from you. So I am F(33) who has recently fell hard for a poly M(33). We’ve known each other for several years, matched on a dating app, had a great date, and stayed friendly. We lived in a different countries. We still do, but I moved to Europe, and we are closer now, though still long-distance. I’ve always known he was polyamorous, I was open and curious about his life and mindset. And we were more friends/FWB. Everything changed this summer. He broke up with his primary, and still struggling through it. We started calling each other more often, having virtual dates. I visited him in his city, we spent an amazing romantic weekend together, but for me it was still casual and no strings attached. One month later he visited me in my city, and something clicked. I understood I was falling for him. The connection we have is very unusual to me and wonderful. He is in love too, he told me. We talk/text every day, planning our next times together (more complicated with Covid now). Butterflies are going crazy in my stomach. The thing is... I am monoamorous, and I can’t say I am conventionally monogamous, I don’t dream about One and Only, and I have always been happy being single and live my life. The guy has two other female partners for whom he is a secondary, he is very open about it, I know when they are on their dates and spend time together. And, surprisingly for me, I am not jealous, just sad I can’t spend more time with him. Also being single for a while now, I have a pretty fulfilling life, with very close friends whom I love and who are now my family, work that takes hell of a lot of my time, fitness & sport, travels... My problem is overthinking and overanalysing. Despite having someone new in my life who is open about his feelings, who makes efforts to see me and spend time with me, who is so honest and let’s me be an open book with him (and this was a huge need of mine), I poison myself with the thoughts that it’s temporary, I won’t be able to handle his lifestyle, we won’t be able to be together, and I will be hurt. We discussed it with him, and he also have fears about hurting me, or that I will eventually leave him etc. I really struggle with it. And although due to being overly analytical and self-aware, I know that the majority of it comes from my thoughts, fears and what ifs in my head, I can’t get out of this loop. So I would be really grateful for any advice or support, especially from those who might have had similar experience.
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2020.09.23 06:40 appleandspice_ 32 [F4M] - I dare you to moooove~

Heya! 👋
I posted here before, had some nice chats that unfortunately fizzled out. So here I am trying my luck again!
First of all, I am looking for connections that will hopefully lead to meeting in person. So I am ideally looking for someone in Sydney or within a reasonable distance. Prefer someone 28+ years old.
So a bit about me!
I tried online dating apps on and off for the past few months, the more I try it, the more I realize that it is simply not for me.
Happy to chat more and share pics. 😊
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2020.09.23 05:55 throwawaytyuh New to online dating apps. Not sure what kind of situation I am in right now?

I (23f) met this guy (23m) on Hinge and we ended up texting for 2.5 weeks before meeting due to scheduling issues. We definitely don’t have alot of common interests like music/sports etc bc I’m a girls girl and he’s a guys guy but personality wise we get along pretty well. We always have something to discuss. We had a good first date, it was definitely unexpected because we ended up having car issues when we left the place we were at, so I had to stay at his house for an entire day (which was actually great since we got to smoke/have sex/chill) which means I got to know him more. I didn’t expect to get intimate with him that fast but it is what it is. After that, he texted me every single day until our next hangout the following weekend. That was about 3 days ago and we’ve been texting ever since. I’m not sure what kind of situation I’m in? I enjoy his company and def don’t want to rush anything. When we first met on the app, he said he was just trying to meet new ppl since he moved here for work from out of state, so I’m not sure what that means. I just don’t know how these things go since it’s my first time. Is this a fwb or something more? Lol.
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2020.09.23 04:04 kindamymoose [NF] [RO] One Swipe Right

The art of true human connection has slowly dwindled this year. As COVID-19 has left its imprint on the world, the way we communicate has undergone a massive shift. I have seen the question too many times: “How can I meet someone new with COVID now a thing?”
Most answers will involve internet dating, if that’s your aim. And it’s true! Internet dating has grown massively in popularity over the last handful of years. When I was younger, admitting that you met someone off the internet meant you subjected yourself to the criticisms of a generation that was privileged with largely meeting people through more organic methods. Maybe you weren’t planning on meeting them. Maybe they were your coworker, or the guy you’d always run into at the gas station when you got your morning coffee.
Somehow, as humans, we have managed to trivialize an experience that was designed with intention. I don’t know what I’m looking for will never not annoy the shit out of me, to be quite honest. You know why you’re here, Candice. We all do. Perhaps this is why I am mostly a skeptic of this newfound medium of human connection.
I turned twenty-four and the massively popular dating app Tinder really took off. Everyone you knew had a Tinder. If you didn’t have a Tinder…well, why, you weirdo? The shift from, They met online? Pft! to They met on Tinder, it’s a really cute story!happened in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I felt like a bit of an outsider because I wasn’t halfheartedly swiping through an army of profiles to find my soulmate. It seemed shallow to me.
But it wasn’t, really; I just wasn’t comfortable with my sexuality. I had a few more rough years under my belt before that would ever be resolved. Still, somehow in all of this, I had what some might consider a “casual relationship” (at least by today’s standards) with a coworker. A female coworker. We kept it to ourselves. We were friendly with each other in the office, but people never suspected we were an item. It worked out for the both of us. Neither of us was entirely comfortable sharing that part of ourselves with people that we only knew on a professional level. Still, it was my ill-fated relationship with a woman we’ll call Jamie* that helped me feel more comfortable in my sexuality.
Things with Jamie* did not last. The details of our romantic tryst would be somewhat arduous to get into; we’ll just say we suffered some major issues of compatibility. This story isn’t about Jamie* anyway.
2018 was an awful year. I was set to graduate with my Bachelor’s Degree, the first person in my family to do so. I came from a lower-middle class family. Over half of my college had been paid for, but not having the confidence to pursue what I wanted led me to blow off a lot of my classes. I rode on the coattails of A’s, B’s, and C’s. I had little interest in studying. Even bearing all that in mind, I knew a Bachelor’s Degree, at least for someone in my financial situation, meant the difference between working a factory job for the rest of my life or somehow landing a nice little professional gig.
Up until walking across the stage (and forgetting to shake the Chancellor’s hand because I was so nervous), I wasn’t able to land that fancy little professional gig. I worked in everything from fast food to call centers, and a hospital job that I really liked. Nothing really seemed to stick, but not for lack of trying. The hospital job was my favorite, but the hours weren’t very friendly for a college student. I worked doubles most of the time (0600 – 1930), and sleep was a rare commodity. I made the difficult decision to leave after almost a year.
A few years later, in 2018, my feet landed at an automotive manufacturing plant on the southwest side of my hometown. It was a small plant, with only about 50 or so employees, myself included. I was entrusted to monitor purchase orders and track material through the warehouse. Despite the size of the operation, they housed anywhere between 6-8 million different parts. I had my work cut out for me.
It wasn’t the friendliest of places, either. Most of the factory workers lived very near a town with a reputation for being racist and homophobic. I am a naturally private person as it relates to my dating life. Unfortunately, it’s one of the habits I developed from being deep in the closet. I knew it wouldn’t be safe for me to openly discuss my interest in women in this particular work environment, so I chose not to talk about it. My apprehension didn’t go unnoticed, and a few of my coworkers took it upon themselves to discuss my (unconfirmed) sexuality with each other. This led to uncomfortable jokes and an overall sense of discomfort. I left the job after six months.
I found my way to a staffing and recruiting job in the summer of 2018. I love people – learning about them, helping them, finding out what makes them tick – it was the perfect opportunity for me. I had a previous background in staffing. It seemed like a good match, and all was going well for the first few weeks of training.
Or so I thought.
I had gone on my annual camping trip and came down with an awful cold. The type of cold where I felt like my eyeballs would roll out of my head and onto the floor. My color was off. I was hoarse. I needed to be in bed and resting. I had to make a difficult decision to call off just a few weeks into my new job. My boss seemed understanding when we spoke about it. She let me have two days to recover.
Somewhere during this time, I put myself on dating apps. Yes, it went against my usual sense of skepticism, but I had gotten terribly, terribly lonely. I saw wonderful couples all the time. I knew wonderful couples in my personal life. I wanted to be one-half of a wonderful couple. It was slow-going at first. I didn’t know what to say about myself. I didn’t know which pictures to use. Being an average-looking person, I struggled with the idea of taking endless selfies to show to the world. Would people like what I looked like? Would they like how I described myself? It was a little daunting, to say the least.
There was nothing for the first few days. If it wasn’t obvious, my self-esteem had taken some major hits. I figured maybe online dating wasn’t the right avenue for me after all. Coupled with one of the nastiest colds I’d ever gotten, I felt discouraged by the lack of response.
I was napping on my couch when my phone buzzed. I was half-asleep when I picked it up and saw You have a new like!on my screen. I wiped my eyes and paused for thought. Was this the best time to dip my toes in the water? I didn’t even click on the notification. I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of anxiety even just thinking about the prospect of someone being interested in me. I put my phone back down and curled up under my covers.
I thought about that notification a little more as I crawled into bed for the evening. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, as it so often does. I opened the app to see who swiped right. She had one of the biggest smiles I’d ever seen. Dimples. Sparkling eyes. Revisiting the whole confidence thing, this seemed too good to be true. I thought about it but didn’t return the match, at least not right that second. I plugged my phone in and went to sleep for the night.
My phone was ringing off the hook the next morning. My boss called to tell me that, despite how much they liked me as a person, I wasn’t the right fit for the job. I was baffled. I didn’t cry, at least not right away. The shock washed over me. I was jobless for the first time in my adult life. I let the feeling settle in and sat on my bed for what seemed like an eternity. It was a cloudy, rainy day that day, a little unusual for early August. The mood matched perfectly, though.
Around 11:00 AM that morning, I got an unsolicited call from another company. They were interested in interviewing me for a recruiting role in the downtown area. It was out of the blue, but the timing was oddly perfect. Naturally, I agreed.
I wouldn’t call myself superstitious. I am probably a little more observant than I let on, though. Still, I recognize the universe sometimes moves in odd ways, and coincidences exist in the realm of possibility at any given time. It seemed like fate. The winds of change were moving in my direction, and it was up to me to keep the momentum going. I opened the app and returned the match. I was motivated by a stroke of dumb luck and that curiosity I mentioned earlier.
Immediately, I noticed she didn’t say much about herself. I am someone that likes a challenge, but with internet dating, this can be a little tricky. I thought about it for a moment. As someone with a background in recruiting, my goal with pretty much any interaction I have with a stranger is to understand what motivates them. I like to learn the ways people tick. I like to learn the things people admire most about themselves. I like to learn what people’s goals and aspirations are. Turns out, those are perfectly valid questions to ask when dating – just not right away.
Women – specifically women – really love it when you ask about their pets. I don’t know what it is. Maybe, buried deep within every woman, there is a maternal instinct that needs to be satisfied. Maybe women just happen to love animals a little more than men. I’m no scientist, and I don’t have any proof outside of anecdotal evidence, but it has never failed me to ask a woman about her dog. This time was no different. A picture with a dog – great, I had an in. We interact with people under the assumption that they will answer. Not answering is the equivalent of walking away from someone who’s approached you in person. I reminded myself not to get my hopes up, though. People read messages all the time and simply forget to respond, or decide the message wasn’t engaging enough, or any other number of things. Staffing and recruiting helped me develop a thick skin for it, I guess.
To my pleasant surprise – she responded. Oddly quick, in fact. Those who know me personally probably don’t know me as the play-it-cool-type (more on that later), but I made the decision, almost immediately, that this was probably best-case scenario for me. We exchanged several messages, all light, but friendly. It’s hard to find conversation where there is substance without too much substance and being overly personal. It’s also hard to find conversation where there isn’t anything worthy of additional conversation. This was a nice balance.
Sometime on day number three, we exchanged numbers. I had given my number to women before, that was no big deal. We asked for each other’s number within the span of one message from each other; it had been on both of our minds, something we joked about for a minute. The conversation moved over to texting and didn’t slow down. The conversation gradually started shifting to things outside of the weather, sports teams, pets. I found myself looking forward to her responses, and disappointed when a notification would come from someone else that was texting me.
Sometime on day number six, much like day number three, something had been on both of our minds: the next step. The meet-up.
Now, I’m not much of a coffee person. In fact, I largely avoid it. Maybe it’s because I’ve watched my mom and dad guzzle down enough cups of coffee to support an entire network of farmers whose lives are dedicated to growing only the most perfect coffee bean. Maybe it’s because my family has joked more than once about thinking of a way to have coffee intravenously pumped into their body. I can’t rule out the fact that I hate the smell, either. The point is, coffee shops are not a place I frequent. But, they are great for first meet-ups. If you can sit through a cup of coffee with someone – or in my case, a cup of hot chocolate – odds are, you can sit through a meal with them. This is the logic I use when thinking of dates.
We agreed to meet up at a local Starbucks. Central location. Mostly quiet. An easy in and out, since most Starbucks employees generally don’t notice people that sit in their shops for an extended period of time. We chose to meet the following Wednesday, just a couple of days after I started my new job. It was set to be a big week for me, and with that came a bundle of nerves I struggled to unravel.
I feel now is the time to tell you I don’t wear dresses. If you ever meet me and I’m wearing a dress, hit me over the head with a skillet. I’ve been taken over by a zombie, or some other creature that has failed to understand just how I present myself these days. But on this day? I wore a dress. A flowery one. I had a pair of sandals to go with it. For some reason, I had a shawl. I felt a little out of my element, but it sort of matched the theme for the day. I was set up to meet this positively gorgeous woman that I wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to under normal circumstances. My choice in wardrobe wasn’t my overall chief concern, but it makes for an entertaining story when I tell people about it.
It was rainy out. A little on the cool side, maybe about 75-ish degrees. Going back to superstition, I wondered if that was a sign. I worried for most of the day if she would ghost me, despite her being perfectly communicative and telling me she was excited to meet me. I watched out of the window for most of the day. I kept waiting for a text apologizing for her not being able to come. It didn’t come, but I worried when she changed our meeting spot at the last minute (our original spot closed as I got off from work).
My workday ended and my friends waited for me to join them on the walk to their cars. I told them I would pass – I was headed to Starbucks. There were some incredulous glances – they knew I didn’t like coffee – but they didn’t question it.
I felt an unusual pang as I made my way to Starbucks. My stomach swirled with nerves. This woman was pretty cute, and I prepared myself to start off strong with a speech impediment, a thing that sometimes happens when I’m nervous. (Hey, R’s are hard.) A car drove by and almost drenched me with rainwater. Again, I questioned if it was a sign.
I nervously crossed the street and approached the window to Starbucks. I looked inside, wondering if she showed up. It was a little hard to see because the window was tinted, but someone that looked like her was sitting very patiently with her hands folded. I took a deep breath and walked around to the entrance of the café. By this point, my hair was wet from the rain. I ordered hot chocolate and waited patiently for the barista to call my name.
I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me from across the room. I did my best to pretend not to notice. Any level of eye contact at this point would have made me more nervous, if that was even possible. I very carefully approached the table. What was I expecting, for her to reach out and bite me? I honestly don’t know. Too many things were going through my mind in those few moments.
She smiled at me. That big, ear-to-ear smile I mentioned earlier. I saw the dimples in real life and thought about melting onto the floor. She was wearing a pink button-up shirt. Her messenger bag was situated comfortably across her shoulder. She sat with her hands still folded. I didn’t say anything right away (see: speech impediment), but we exchanged smiles. “You made it,” I said. Duh, stupid. I pulled out the chair and sat across from her. Neither of us could stop smiling.
When I was young, my school psychologist said I’d have a hard time connecting with people. This was supported by my difficulty in making friends, and how I felt most of my conversations with people went nowhere. As I got older, I got used to people not responding well (or at all) to the small talk I attempted to create. I slowly transitioned to more shallow conversations – words about nothing – and stayed with it. Even in dating. But this…was different. It might be hard to understand, seeing as you’re not in my head. I felt like I was talking to someone I’d known for years. We talked about what seemed like everything, for close to two hours. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that well connected to someone else that quickly, and I knew within five minutes of meeting her that I wanted another date.
It was quite encouraging to hear that she agreed. After what had been a hellish year – unpredictable and discouraging for the largest part – something was finally working out for me. I left that first date with the inability to wipe the smile off my face. I wasn’t completely out at the time, so sharing it with my family wasn’t a possibility. Instead, I shared it with a close friend of mine. She let me ramble to her for a while, taking all of the nervous energy I would have had on my date and filter it through her. She’s always been good for that.
We shared almost two whole months together. August 15thto October 13th. To type it out seems like an obituary. It’s a story that I wished had a happy ending. Instead, it just gets an ending. It’s hard to think back on our time together and forget the first time she kissed me. If humans had the power of flight, I imagine I would have been airborne in those few moments. I will admit I wasn’t a good kisser. I had very little to go off of, embarrassingly enough. But if this concerned her, she never said so.
This is the part of the story where I acknowledge my mistakes. It’s the part where my biggest insecurities shine through. Inexperienced as I was, she didn’t judge me for it. She didn’t care that I still lived with my parents when we dated. My situation was complex, too complex to discuss openly. None of that scared her away. In all of those little moments where I wondered if she’d be scared away, I realized (after things ended) she often asked the same questions, but over things I found to be charming. Examples aren’t important; those conversations are the secrets that I keep, for the most part.
In a moment of weakness, a level of weakness I hesitate to share with myself, she didn’t respond as I hoped she would. To say that you love someone is a weighty thing. I can’t say it now. But, I sense she felt that’s where the conversation was headed. Was there a potential for that to come up eventually –down the road? I’d honestly like to think so. It never quite got the chance. Things ended as quickly as they began.
If you’ve never willingly walked into a situation where you’ve sensed danger, I applaud you. She wanted to talk. She wanted to do it in person. It was crucial that she did so in person. The warmth that I felt from the two months that we spent getting to know each other was absent in those messages. It seemed more like a task than anything else. Something you know has to be done, no matter how badly you don’t want to do it. As much as I felt it on my end, I wondered how it felt for her.
Of all places, we met at a Starbucks. It was a beautiful autumn day. It was about 60 degrees. The leaves were starting to change color. We discussed that, very briefly. I was stalling at that point. I didn’t want to hear the words, but I knew they were coming. To my surprise, she led off with a question: “Did you mean it?” And, for the sake of both of our privacy, I won’t share the “it.” But, yes. I did mean it. There was an obvious shift in mood. That warmth – the one I’ve mentioned a couple of times now – was gone. Hands folded on both of us. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but I felt the tears building.
You know how in movies when something bad is about to happen, time slows down? Words come out a little slower. You can hear your own pulse. That’s sort of what it felt like when she said, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” I felt a tear run down my cheek. I have never been a fan of crying in front of people, and this was no exception, but it was a pain that commanded my attention. She followed it up with a few things – some of those things I remember, and some of them I don’t.
I remember almost pleading with her for a second, as pathetic as that might sound. I wanted the chance to explain myself, a chance I hadn’t been given earlier on in the week. But it was clear her mind was made up. Whatever it was she felt for me, if it was anything, was gone now. I remember her alluding to our relationship being a mistake, and that it probably wasn’t a good idea she asked me to be her girlfriend. I didn’t know what to say. She seemed puzzled by my feelings for her. I didn’t. I don’t necessarily act strictly on emotion, but I do listen to my gut when something feels right. My gut feeling this time just happened to involve my feelings, feelings that, unfortunately for me, were not shared.
We talked for a while longer. I cried. A lot. I reflect on that day and wonder if she thinks I’m nuts. Maybe I am, I don’t know. I remember passersby staring at me, probably because of the whole crying thing. I felt a fine mixture of humiliation and heartbreak. I asked her to sit with me while my Uber was on its way to me, and to my surprise, she did. She didn’t have to, but it would be the last time I saw her.
She said we could be friends. Maybe it was her attempt to placate me. Maybe it was a genuine attempt for something down the road, but nothing ever come of those words. I do not blame her for this. It hurts, but I recognize why a lot of people simply aren’t friends with their exes. In my life, I’ve managed to find ways to recalibrate when a situation isn’t ideal. Maybe it was my upbringing. Maybe it’s just the way my mind works. The shift from dating to friendship is one that I have successfully maneuvered before, but only when it was established that no lingering feelings were present.
Caring about someone but not having an idea of what their life looks like two years later is challenging. It’s a constant mystery. I think about her often, probably more often than I should. To say that our previous relationship suffered the oversimplification of, If they liked you, they’d be with youis a tough pill to swallow, but I have.
I look back at myself two years ago and I look at myself now. We’re almost a different person, which probably means I’ve done something right. If I feel I’ve been hurt or I’ve suffered in any way, it can easily be justified by learning a lesson. I’ve learned a lot of lessons over the last two years; the most important, I think, is not wanting something too badly.
The second lesson is that people are inherently complex. Relationships aren’t rigidly defined by overly simplistic principles. There is usually more to the story. Despite all of this, I think, people are mostly good. And yet, people aren’t just one thing, either. People get sad, scared, anxious, angry, and a wealth of other emotions that can’t possibly be listed entirely here. For the most part, a relationship isn’t easily defined by the last few moments of it. Even if it ends unexpectedly.
The last two years have been a mixture of challenging and exciting. The microseconds I share of it on social media likely paint the picture of someone that mostly has her shit together – and that’s not completely off base. In April of 2019 – April 7th, specifically – I came out to my family. My parents knew. It had been discussed a few months before. It was a relief to finally tell them. A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I could start dating openly; I had been planning to introduce her to my parents at some point. Though it never came to fruition, I would like to think my parents would have really liked her. (But, it’s not healthy to dwell on this particular thought so much.)
I’ve dated off and on since, or at least I’ve tried to. Nothing has panned out. I’m not quite 30 yet. I have just under a year to go, in fact. I look at all of my friends in committed relationships and I ponder how they came to be. The work that it takes to work with someone. The moment they were able to look someone in the eye and tell them they love them, what that must have felt like. Perhaps there are too many layers there for me.
I’m a deeply sensitive person, maybe to a fault. Despite my belief that the world is kind – or at least there are kind people in it – maybe the universe is protecting me from something. Or, maybe I’m just not cut out for a relationship. One positive takeaway from our breakup was the confidence she had in me that I would find someone else. I sometimes hear those words when I feel too lonely. Call them a motivator, or perhaps a way to pull myself out of a bad mood, but I’d like to think there is some level of truth to them.
And to think, all of this came from just a little swipe.
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The first person to ever tell me the theory was Iris. It was nighttime in 2015, and we were lying on an old mattress on the roof of a four-storey apartment building in a university town in southern Ontario. A party was going on downstairs to which we’d both been invited and from whose monotony we’d helped each other escape through an ordinary white door that said “No entrance”. It was summer. I remember the heat waves and the radiating warmth of the asphalt. Our semester was over and we had started existing until the next one started in the way all students exist when they don’t spend their months off at home or touring Europe. I could feel the bass thumping from below. I could see the infinite stars in the cloudless sky. The sound seemed so disconnected from the image. Iris and I weren’t dating, we were just friends, but she leaned toward me on the mattress that night until I could feel her breathing on my neck, and, with my eyes pointed spaceward, she began: “What if…”
Back then it was pure speculation, a wild fantasy inspired by the THC from the joint we were passing back and forth and uninhibited by the beer we’d already drunk. There was nothing scientific or even philosophical about Iris’ telling of it. The theory was a flight of imagination influenced by her name and personalized by the genetic defect of her eyes, which her doctors had said would render her blind by fifty. Even thirty-five seemed far away. It’s heartbreaking now to know that Iris never did live to experience her blindness—her own genetic fate interrupted by the genetic fate of the world—but that night, imagination, the quality Einstein called more important than knowledge, lit up both our brains in synapses of neon as we shared our joint, sucking it into glowing nothingness, Iris paranoid that she’d wake up one morning in eternal darkness despite the doctors’ assurances that her blindness would occur gradually, and me fearing that I would never find love, never share my life with anyone, but soothed at least by Iris’ words and her impossible ideas because Einstein was right, and imagination is magical enough to cure anything.

2025, Pre-

I graduated with a degree in one field, found a low paying job in another, got married, worked my way to slightly better pay, wanted to have a child, bought a Beagle named Pillow as a temporary substitute, lived in an apartment overlooking a green garbage bin that was always full of beer cans and pizza boxes, and held my wife, crying, when we found out that we couldn’t have children. Somewhere along the way my parents died and Kurt Schwaller, a physicist from the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology, proved a grand theory of everything that rather than being based on the vibrations of strings, was based on a property of particles called viscous time force. I never understood the details. To me they lacked imagination. The overriding point, the experts on television told us, was that given enough data and computing power we could now predict the outcome of anything. The effect was that no one wanted to study theoretical physics and everyone wanted to make breakthroughs in data collection systems and biological hardware. Hackers created a version of Linux that ran from DNA. Western Digital released the first working holographic storage drive. The NSA, FSB, BND and other agencies rushed to put their suddenly valuable mass of unprocessed raw spy data to prognostic use. A Chinese bookmaker known only by the nick ##!! wrote a piece of Python code that could predict the outcomes of hockey games. Within a month, the NHL and KHL were scrambling to come up with ways of saving their leagues by making them more unpredictable. They introduced elements of chance: power plays without penalties, a tilting ice surface, fluctuating rules that sometimes allowed for icings and offsides and sometimes not, and, finally, a pre-game lottery by which the names of the players on both teams were put into a pot and randomly drawn into two squads. Given enough variables, the strategy did thwart the code, but the inherent unfairness of the innovations alienated the players, the draft made owners question why they were paying the salaries of superstars who played against them half of the time, and the fans simply stopped paying attention to a league full of teams for which their already dwindling loyalty had bottomed out. Besides, the code was basic. ##!! had room to expand. The KHL folded first, followed by the NHL, and then the other sports leagues, preemptively. They didn’t bother to wait until their own codes were broken. I remember seeing an interview with ##!! while this was still front page news. The reporter, a perpetually smiling big-breasted blonde with blindingly white teeth, asked him if he thought that hockey could be rescued by the creation of roving blue lines that would continually alter the relative sizes of both offensive zones and the neutral zone. ##!! answered that he didn’t know what a blue line was because he’d never watched a hockey game in his life. His voice was cold, objective, and there was something terrifyingly inhuman about the idea that a person with no knowledge of a subject could nevertheless understand it so completely. Content had become a mere input of form.
By 2025, mainstream interest in the theory of everything faded, not because the theory was wrong but because it was too right and too abstract and now there weren’t any young theoretical physicists to help explain it using cute graphics on YouTube. We consumed what we understood and passively accepted the fallout while going on with our daily lives. The people who did understand made money, but for the rest of us the consequences were less than their potential, because even with enough time, memory and microprocessors the most we could know was the what and the when, not the why. For the governments and corporations pouring taxes and tax-free earnings into complex models of world domination, that didn’t matter. They weren’t interested in cause. They were in the business of exploiting certainty to gain power. As long as they could predict lightning, they were satisfied. If they could make it, all the better. Away from the cutting edge, however, like ants or ancients, what we craved to know was where the lightning came from, what it meant, and on that issue the theory was silent. As Kurt Schwaller put it in a speech to the United Nations, “All I’ve given you is a tool—a microscope to magnify the minutes, so to speak—with which to investigate in perfect detail the entirety of our interrelations. But the investigations still have to made, ladies and gentlemen. Have a hay stack, look for the needle. Know there might not be one.”
In January, my wife and I began a fertility treatment for which we’d been saving for years. It was undoubtedly the reason we became so emotionally involved in the media attention around Aiko, the lovely, black-haired and fashionable Crown Princess of Japan, who along with her husband was going through the same ordeal that we were. For a few months, it seemed as if the whole world sat on the edges of its seat, wishing for this beautiful royal couple to conceive. And we sat on two, our own and one somewhere in an exotic Japan updated by the royal Twitter feed. It strikes me now that royalty has always fascinated the proles, a feeling that historically went in tandem with hatred, respect or awe, but it was the Japanese who held our attentions the longest and the most genuinely in the twenty-first century, when equality had more or less rendered a hereditary ruling class obsolete. The British declared themselves post-Christian in 2014 and post-Royal in 2021, the European Court of Justice ruled all other European royals invalid in 2022, and the Muslim monarchs pompously degraded themselves one-by-one into their own exiles and executions. Only the Japanese line survived, adapting to the times by refusing to take itself seriously on anything but the most superficial level. They dressed nicely, acted politely and observed a social protocol that we admired without wanting to follow it ourselves. Before he died, my father had often marvelled that the Second World War began with Japan being led by an emperor god, and ended with the American occupation forcing him to renounce his divinity. The Japanese god had died because MacArthur willed it and Hirohito spoke it. Godhood was like plaque. If your mother told you to brush your teeth, off it went, provided you used the right flavour of Colgate. Kings had once ruled by divine right. By 2025, the Crown Princess of Japan ruled our hearts merely by popular approval. She was our special friend, with whom we were all on intimate and imaginary terms. Indeed, on the day she died—on the day they all died—Princess Aiko’s was the most friended account on Facebook.
That’s why March 27, 2025, was such a joyous occasion for us. In hindsight, it’s utterly sick to associate the date with happiness of any kind, but history must always be understood in context, and the context of the announcement was a wirelessly connected world whose collective hopes came suddenly true to the jingle of a breaking news story on the BBC. I was in the kitchen sauteing onions when I heard it. Cutting them had made me cry and my eyes were still red. Then the announcer’s voice broke as he was setting up his intro, and in a video clip that was subsequently rebroadcast, downloaded and parodied close to a billion times in the one hundred thirty-two days that followed, he said: “The Crown Princess of Japan is pregnant!”
I ran to the living room and hugged my wife, who’d fallen to her knees in front of the wall-mounted monitor. Pillow was doing laps on and off the sofa. The BBC cut away from the announcer’s joyful face to a live feed from Japan. As I held my wife, her body felt warm and full of life. The top of her jeans cut into her waist. Her tears wetted the top of my shirt sleeve. Both of our phones started to buzz—emails and Twitter notifications streaming in. On the monitor, Aiko and her husband, both of their angular faces larger than life in 110” 1080p, waved to the crowd in Tokyo and the billions watching around the world. They spoke in Japanese and a woman on the BBC translated, but we hardly needed to know her exact words to understand the emotions. If them, why not also us? I knew my wife was having the same thought. We, too, could have a family. Then I smelled burning oil and the pungency of onions and I remembered my sauteing. I gently removed my arms from around my wife’s shoulders and ran back to the kitchen, still listening to Aiko’s voice and its polite English echo, and my hands must have been shaking, or else my whole body was shaking, because after I had turned down the heat I reached for the handle of the frying pan, knocked the pan off the stove top instead, and burned myself while stupidly trying to catch it before it fell, clattering, to the floor. The burned onions splattered. I’d cracked one of the kitchen tiles. My hand turned pale and I felt a numbness before my skin started to overflow with the warmth of pain. Without turning off the broadcast, my wife shooed me downstairs to the garage where we kept our car and drove me to the hospital.
The Toronto streets were raucous. Horns honked. J-pop blared. In the commotion we nearly hit a pedestrian, a middle-aged white woman pushing a baby carriage, who’d cut across Lake Shore without looking both ways. She had appeared suddenly from behind a parked transport—and my wife instinctively jerked the car from the left lane to the right, scraping our side mirror against the truck but saving two lives. The woman barely noticed. She disappeared into a crowd of Asian kids on the other side of street who were dancing to electronica and waving half a dozen Japanese flags, one of which was the Rising Sun Flag, the military flag of Imperial Japan. Clutching my wrist in the hope it would dull the pain in my hand, I wondered how many of them knew about the suffering Japanese soldiers had inflicted on countless Chinese in the name of that flag. To the right, Lake Ontario shone and sparkled in the late afternoon light. A passenger jet took off from Toronto Island Airport and climbed into the sky.
In the hospital waiting room, I sat next to a woman who was reading a movie magazine with Nuri Bilge Ceylan’s face on the cover. The Cannes film festival was coming up. My wife checked me in at the reception desk. The woman beside me put down her magazine and told me that she was there with her son, as if needing to justify her presence. I affirmed by nodding. He’d hurt his leg playing soccer for a local Armenian junior boys team, she went on. I said I’d hurt myself frying onions and that I was here with my wife. She said my wife was pretty and asked if I liked movies. Without meaning to do it, I tried to guess her age—unsuccessfully—and proceeded to imagine having doggy style sex with her. She had dark eyes that barely blinked and plump thighs. When I started to feel guilty, I answered her question: sometimes I watched movies at home, but I hadn’t been to a theatre in a decade. When my wife sat down, I let the two of them talk about the woman’s son. I was having trouble concentrating. I took my phone out of my pocket and read all the new emails about the royal conception, then stared at the seconds hand going slowly around its digital clock face on my home screen, wondering why we so often emulated the limitations of analogue machines on devices that were no longer bound by them. I switched my clock type to a digital readout. Now the seconds no longer rotated but flickered away. They called my name over the crackling intercom and a nurse led me to one of the empty rooms. “How about that baby,” he said while we walked. I didn’t see his face, only the shaved back of his head. “The things they can do these days, even for infertile couples.”
I waited for over thirty minutes for a doctor. When one came in, she inspected my hand for less than ten seconds before telling me that I was fine and hinting that I shouldn’t have wasted her time by coming to the emergency room. She had high cheek bones, thin lips and bony wrists. Her tablet had a faux clipboard wallpaper. Maybe I had only misinterpreted her tone. “How about that baby,” I said.
“It’s not a baby yet,” she answered.
This time her tone was impossible to misinterpret. I was only repeating what the nurse had said, I told myself. But I didn’t say that to her. Instead, I imagined her coming home at night to an empty apartment, furnished possibly in a minimalistic Japanese or Swedish style, brewing a cup of black coffee and settling into an armchair to re-read a Simone de Beauvoir novel. I was about to imagine having sex with her when I caught hold of myself and wondered what was up with me today.
When I got back to the waiting room, my wife was no longer there—but the Armenian woman was. She pointed down the hall and told me a room number. She said that sometime after I left, my wife had gotten a cramp and started to vomit all over the floor. Someone was still mopping up. The other people in the waiting room, which was filling up, gave me tactfully dirty looks, either because I was with the vomiter or because I’d shirked my responsible by being away during the vomiting. Irrationally, I wiped my own mouth and fled down the hall.
Inside the numbered room, my wife was sitting hunched over on an observation bed, slowly kicking her feet back and forth. “Are you OK?” I asked.
“Come here,” she said.
I did, and sat beside her on the bed. I repeated my question. She still smelled a little of vomit, but she looked up at me like the world’s luckiest puppy, her eyes big and glassy, and said, “Norman, I’m pregnant.”
That’s all she could say—
That’s all either of us could say for a while.
We just sat there on the examination bed like a pair of best friends on a swing set after dark, dangling our feet and taking turns pulling each other closer. “Are you sure?” I finally asked. My voice was hoarse. I sounded like a frog.
“Yes.” She kicked the heel of my shoe with the rubber toe of hers. “We’re going to have a baby.”
It was beautiful. The most wonderful moment of my life. I remembered the day we met and our little marriage ceremony. I thought about being a father, and felt positively terrified, and about being a better husband, and felt absolutely determined, and as I kissed my wife there in the little hospital room with its sterile green walls, I imagined making love to her. I kept imagining it as we drove back to the apartment through partying Toronto streets. “Not since the Maple Leafs won the Stanley Cup!” the radio announcer proclaimed—before I turned him off. I also turned off my phone and my wife’s phone. No more buzzing. In the underground parking lot, I leaned over and licked her soft neck. I pushed her through the open apartment door and straight into the living room, onto the sofa, and wished I could be the cushions beneath her thighs and the air invading her lungs. Pillow barked a greeting and wagged her tail. The monitor on the wall showed talking heads and fertility experts. I unbuttoned my wife’s blouse. She unbuckled my belt. The picture on the monitor dissolved to a close-up of Aiko’s smiling face. My wife and I took turns sliding off each other’s jeans. I kissed her bare stomach. She ran her hands through my hair. I dimmed the lights. We made love.
When we were done it was starry nighttime. My wife bandaged my hand. We turned off the television. The silence was refreshing because people on television too often talk like they’re trying to push you off a ledge. My wife excused me from the duty of making supper because of my ineptness with the frying pan, and handed me a leash instead. I hooked it up to Pillow’s collar and took her outside. While she peed, I gazed up at the sky and identified the Big Dipper. It and the Little Dipper were the only constellations I could identify without using a smartphone app. After Pillow finished, we ducked into a nook and I peed, too. The March sky was amazingly clear of smog. My urine splashed on the concrete and I felt embarrassingly primal. I breathed in, shook out the last drops and zipped up.
In the apartment, we ate grilled portabella mushrooms topped with parmesan and parsley and drank brown rice tea. My wife had changed into fresh clothes. I had changed into fresh skin. Every time she said “mom” and “dad”, the words discharged trickles of electricity up and down my peripheral nervous system. We were happy; we were going to have a baby. The whole world was happy; the Crown Princess of Japan of was going to have a baby. The sounds of drunken urban celebrations drifted in through our bedroom window all night like fog, and we barely slept.

2025, Post-

Gold is precious because it’s rare. Now close your eyes and imagine that the next time you open them, everything in your world will be golden: your kitchen table, the bananas you bought on the way home from work yesterday, your bottle of shampoo, even your teeth. Now blink. You’re not alone. The market’s flooded. Gold isn’t rare anymore. It’s everywhere. Which means that it’s worth about as much as its weight in mud, because there’s nothing intrinsically good about gold. Can you write on your gold table? It scratches. Surely you can’t eat your golden fruit. Your shampoo’s not a liquid anymore, so your hair’s already starting to get greasy. And if you do find something to eat that’s not made of metal, how long will those gold teeth last before you grind them into finely polished nubs?
For two days the Earth glittered.
For two days we lived in a daze of perfection.
And then, on March 29, a researcher working with lab mice at Stanford University noticed something odd. All of his female mice were pregnant. He contacted several of his colleagues who were also working with mice, rats, and monkeys. All their female animals were pregnant, too. Some of the colleagues had wives and girlfriends. They took innocent-seeming trips to their local pharmacies and bought up all the available pregnancy tests. At home, women took test after test and all of them showed positive. By midnight, the researchers had drafted a joint letter and sent copies of it to the major newspapers in their countries. On the morning of March 30, the news hit.
When I checked my Twitter feed after breakfast, #impregtoo was already trending. Throughout the day, Reddit lit up with increasingly bizarre accounts of pregnancies that physically couldn’t be but, apparently, were. Post-menopausal women, celibate women, prepubescent girls, women who’d had their uteruses removed only to discover that their reproductive systems had spontaneously regenerated like the severed tales of lizards. Existing early stage pregnancies aborted themselves and re-fertilized, like a system rebooting. Later term pregnancies developed Matryoshka-like pregnancies nested within pregnancies. After a while, I stopped reading, choosing to spend time with my wife instead. As night fell, we reclined on the sofa, her head on my chest, Pillow curled up in our tangle of feet, the television off, and the streets of Toronto eerily quiet save for the intermittent blaring of far off sirens, as any lingering doubts about the reality of the situation melted away like the brief, late season snow that floated gently down from the sky, blackening the streets.
On March 30, the World Health Organization issued a communique confirming that based on the available data it was reasonable to assume that all female mammals were pregnant. No cause was identified. It urged any woman who was not pregnant to step forward immediately. Otherwise, the communique offered no guidance. It indicated merely that the organization was already working with governments around the world to prepare for a massive influx of human population in approximately nine months’ time. Most places, including Toronto, reacted with stunned panic. Non-essential workplaces and schools were decried closed. People were urged to stay indoors. Hospitals prepared for possible complications. A few supermarkets ran out of canned food and there were several bank runs, but nothing happened that the existing systems couldn’t handle. Populations kept their nerve. Highway and air traffic increased slightly as people rushed to be with their friends, families and gynaecologists. We spent the entire day in our apartment and let Pillow pee in the tub. Except for the conspiracy theorists, who believed that the Earth was being cosmically pollinated by aliens, most of us weren’t scared to go outside, but we were scared of the unknown, and we preferred to process that fear in the comfort of our own dens.
The New York Times ran a front page editorial arguing for an evaluation of the situation using Kurt Schwaller’s theory of everything. In conjunction with The Washington Post, The Guardian and The Wikipedia Foundation, a website was set up asking users for technical help, monetary donations and the sharing of any surplus computing power.
The project quickly ran into problems. To accurately predict anything, the theory of everything needed sufficient data, and, on April 2, cryptome.org published a series of leaked emails between the French Minister of Health and a high-ranking member of World Health Organization that proved the latter’s communique had been disingenuous at best. Externally, the World Health Organization had concluded that all female mammals were pregnant. That remained true. However, it had failed to admit an even more baffling development: the wombs of all female mammals had inexplicably become impenetrable to all rays and materials that had so far been tried against them. For all intents and purposes, there was no way to see inside the womb, or to destroy it. The only way to revert the body to its natural form, to terminate the pregnancy, was to kill the woman—an experiment that, according to the high-ranking member of the World Health Organization, the French government had helped conduct on unwilling women in Mali. Both parties issued repeated denials until a video surfaced showing the murders. I couldn’t bring myself to watch it. They spun their denials into arguments about the necessity of sacrificing lives for the greater good.
Reminded once again of the deception inherent in politics, many turned to religion, but the mainstream religions were hesitant to react. They offered few opinions and no answers. The fringe religions split into two camps. Some leaders welcomed this development, the greatest of all known miracles, while others denounced the same as a universal and unnatural punishment for our collective sins of hedonism, egoism and pride. The most successful of all was the Tribe of Akna, a vaguely mystical Maya revival cult that sprang up seemingly overnight and was led by a Guatemalan freelance programmer named Salvador Abaroa. Although it originated in Mexico City, the Tribe spread as quickly across the world as the computer viruses that Abaroa was notorious for creating. On the Tribe’s homepage, Abaroa could be seen striking an antique brass gong and saying in Spanish-tinged English, “Like energy, life is never destroyed. Every one of us plays an integral part of the cosmic ecosystem. Every man, woman and virus.” Elsewhere on the website, you could buy self-published theological textbooks, listen to scratchy recordings of speeches by Alan Watts and read about the hypothesis that Maya thought was deeply connected to Buddhism because the Mayans had crossed the Pacific Ocean and colonized Asia.
But despite the apparent international cooperation happening at the highest levels, the first week of April was an atomizing period for the so-called people on the ground. We hunkered down. Most personal communication was digital. My wife and I exchanged emails with her parents and sister, but we met no one face-to-face, not even on Skype. We neither invited our neighbours to dinner nor were invited by them, despite how easy it was to walk down the hall and knock. I read far more than I wrote, and even when I did write, responding to a blog post or news story, I found it easier to relate to strangers than to the people I knew. My wife said I had a high tolerance for solitude. “Who do you know in the city?” she asked. Although we’d been living here together for three years, she still considered Toronto mine. She was the stranger, I was the native. I said that I knew a few people from work. She told me to call one of them I’d never called before. I did, and the next day’s sky was cloudless and sunny and there were five of us in the apartment: my wife and I, my friend Bakshi and his wife Jacinda, and their daughter, Greta. Greta drank apple juice while the rest of us drank wine, and all five of us gorged ourselves on freshly baked peach cobbler, laughing at silly faces and cracking immature jokes. It hardly registered for me that the majority of the room was unstoppably pregnant, but wasn’t that the point: to forget—if only for a few hours? Instead of watching the BBC, we streamed BDRips of Hayao Miyazaki movies from The Pirate Bay. Porco Rosso ruled the skies, castles flew, a Catbus arrived at its magical stop. Then Bakshi’s phone rang, and he excused himself from the table to take the call. When he returned, his face was grey. “What’s the matter?” Jacinda asked him. He was still holding the phone to his ear. “It’s Kurt Schwaller,” he said. “They just found his body. They think he killed himself.”
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