klapman posted:

"Our shadows mingle on the path and I pull out my phone to catch the photo. “No one will ever understand us.” I write, and post the image to Facebook.

lmao

quote:

Less than a week later, we speak on the phone. Her voice is sultry — I suggest she could have been a radio host... or a phone sex operator. Her actual profession is computer programmer. She arrives at my door with the deafening rumble of her blue Harley Davidson roadster. Cue slow motion helmet removal. Cue long black hair tumbling down her shoulders.

Blue Train posted:

yea lol

"Truth be told, I don’t actually masturbate very often..."

I'm assuming you're not including your writing in your totals here

Rutibex posted:

why are idiot millennials so obsessed with "opening" their failed relationships? do they have a suffering fetish?

thathonkey posted:

he spent a lot of words to say "man i discovered that cheating is cool and good ... why can't my barren wife appreciate that it makes me happy"

Nick Rivers posted:

Self-indulgent prose, fertility treatments, open marriage, trip to burning man, tarot cards, Cam the hunky yoga studio co-owner, Nintendo Wii, a section of "deep introspection" framed by the lighting and stubbing out of a cigarette, un-marriage ceremony, a pregnancy, a patreon link at the end, zero self awareness, AND MORE!

Rutibex posted:

i'm pretty sure she did that intentionally, to end the farce of a relationship

Bored posted:

I tried to read it. I really did. But, holy poo poo is that guy melodramatic. I got to his wife trying to inject herself with fertility drugs after yoga didn't work to restore her fertility and gave up.

Stoat posted:

I'm glad huffpo gives early 2000s livejournal users have a place to be heard

Mumpy Puffinz posted:

can't we just agree he is an awful human being

Aralan posted:

2. On the question of who is the hero/villain — mainstream discourse has become so conditioned to collapse all stories into the need to identify who is “right” and who is “wrong.” This is a terrible loss of the imagination and the ability to appreciate complexity. Love is downright messy, just like life. In my essay, there is no blame, only actions and consequences.

Cats LOVE Cigars! posted:

surprised you guys haven't figured out how to type cuck yet.

The Fattest PI posted:

I know a super pretentious bag of wieners who thought he was the hottest poo poo and was always flirting with girls sometimes right in front of his wife. Wife was a huge pussy and should have dealt with it, but eventually mr hotshit brought up open relationship, and the wife was too pussy to say "no you loving idiot".

So their relationship became "open", he failed at every single chance to this day, and she's slept with a bunch of dudes, including every member of his band. Which he knows about because communication is very important in an open relationship.

Rime posted:

The more I ruminate on this, the more I realize that polyamory is the millennial excuse for "we don't love each other anymore but can't admit it" and "they cheated on me but I'm too whipped to cut them from my life".

Gaunab posted:

his wife was getting railed while he did this show

Pebergehund posted:

Pebergehund posted:

"That's right, it was me all along! You may applaud now."