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Last few nights...

2020.10.01 13:47 Exo-Observer Last few nights...

...I walk out at 7:30pm and the moon rises above Mt. Baker...never a glow in the morning.
Last night there was no moon at 8pm and currently she's high and silvery in its brilliance.
Love those little oddities. Especially when it rises where it shouldnt, one of my favs.

My quitting partner 'fluctuated'. Means had a cheater, but not quite done trying yet. Only human. My experiences have been every single time I cheat I go back to smoking. Will say this much, the amount of times Ive tried to quit in the past 2-3 years has made it so I can cold turkey this, know full well what comes in each stage, and know what leads to me smoking again. Maybe, just maybe, this time I can pull this off? You'd figure the burning pain in my chest when I inhale would be a motivator...you would think? lol!! Thats slowly going away btw. Apparently its 'goo' causing the pain. Good!

2 family members who had recently discovered they have cancer have gotten some small hopes in treatments. Quickly being advanced to the front of the queue for treatment. Mum inviting me to prayer for them. Had to admit what I did do when she had her lung removed and cancer treatments. Uncertain how she will react to that. Told her more or less what I did, just didnt use the 'M' word or the 'W' word. 3 days of redirected modified energies tapped straight from the source and sent to her 'tightly' across Canada with a specific end intention in mind. :) Cant take sole credit for that though...piss and vinegar is what runs in our veins and death is just the next fucker to take a shit kicking from us. lol!! I can never discuss beliefs with her, but my sister hears the call.

The hum of the refrigerator. The cold morning air flowing past my toes from the open door. The yip of a coyote in the distance. Scent of dew filling the air. The relative silence of 10,000 minds slumbering locally. Mars and Venus up high, Orion guards the south...the wheel turns...
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2020.10.01 13:43 coldfireknight [Stories from the Bel Air] Barroom Blitz

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Steve remained still, his body flat on the floor. Cutting his eyes upward showed him the owner of the gruff voice, Merin. She had played a part in some of their previous dustups but was no longer paying attention to him. Unfortunately, that was because her focus had turned back to the screaming, flailing mass on the floor that was Kyle. Huddled as they were, he couldn’t get a clear look at the three men surrounding and kicking at his friend. Risking a quick look around the bar, Steve noticed there weren’t any other patrons still there, although those present were making plenty of noise to make up for the lack of bodies.
Between the sounds of shuffling and stomping feet, Steve heard men incoherently yelling. Another man screamed, followed by the sound of a sharp impact, and the scream cut out to a rough exhalation. He recognized that last scream as Kyle’s.
Damn, they’re doin’ a number on him. Need to help before they kill him.
Another female voice, muffled this time, shouted, “Stop it! I’ve called security and they’re on the way!”
Steve shifted his gaze over to see that a transparent panel had dropped onto the top of the bar itself and was protecting the bartender, a female talivian he remembered as Venya, from the fracas.
“Ha!” one of the men huffed between kicks. “Takes ‘em foreva to get ova ‘ere.” He paused for another kick. “Plenny a time.”
Experience told Steve that the man was right. That voice was another familiar one, labored as it was. He looked at the men around Kyle and saw that it belonged to...
...the hell was his name? Bill...sounded like Dimwit? Dipshit? Shit, not important right now. How do I save Kyle?
He glanced at his surroundings, spotting something useful just within reach. One of the thick metal legs from a barstool had been snapped off at the weld, providing him with an equalizer. Another look at the thugs let him know they were still trying to make solid contact on Kyle, who was doing his best to keep them too off-balance to really hammer him. Steve tucked his arms against his sides before darting his hand out and snatched the rod, pulling it in close to his body so he could move quickly. Another glance to make sure nobody saw his move...and his scan locked his eyes with Venya’s.
He snapped a finger up to his lips, hoping she’d keep quiet. Thank god, he thought when she gave him a very slight nod and turned away from him. She tilted her head just a bit, showing him that her head was turned just enough to keep him on the edge of her vision. Maybe she can help, somehow.
Steve took a second to think about how nice it would be if she had a stun rod back there — or even better, a scattergun — before deciding it’d be best to rely on himself until other options showed up. He shifted his body to the left enough to draw his legs in, then spared one last glance to check where Merin and the men who’d ambushed them were. Merin had her focus locked onto the three assholes around Kyle. The men were still absorbed in their efforts to kick and stomp him. He saw that Kyle’s face was bloodied, but he looked to be doing his best to keep them away. They were scoring the occasional hit, making him roll and cry out as they landed, but Steve realized what his buddy was doing.
Oh, smart man. Just gotta time this right…
He turned his attention back to Merin. She was the closest target, but Steve knew that the plates on the neck and back of any adult krax were strong enough to let them shrug off any hit that he could manage quickly. Well, their knees only bend one way.
Deciding what to do, Steve placed his hands wide enough to support a quick move, keeping the metal leg under his right hand, then noticed the bartender’s eyes widen. Mouthing, “Help me,” he was encouraged by her tiny nod before she walked down the length of the bar away from him. He muttered a quick prayer —God, please let that have been a nod— and moved. Just as he began his lunge up, Venya heaved a breath, jabbed a finger at a spot behind the small mob, and shrieked.
LOOK OUT!
Her cry was sharp enough to make everyone caught off-guard flinch. Steve took advantage of the distraction. He surged off of the floor, grabbing the metal bar and using his arms to leverage himself up. The motion let him plant his left foot and shift his weight onto his right knee as he twisted to his right. He used that momentum to lift the bar back behind his body. With a roar, he braced his weight on his right foot and swung for the side of Merin’s knee.
It bent inward with a satisfying crunch, sending Merin to the floor screeching in pain. Steve drew the weapon back, using the movement to stand upright. While the speed of his movements helped him get onto his feet, it also had the side effect of making his head swim enough to make him pause and give everyone else a chance to react.
Shit.
There was a wet, crunching sound, followed by a short scream that was cut off by a sharp crack. Steve noticed one of the men crumpling to the floor, his jaw misshapened, and looked for Kyle. He was laying on his back, arms held off the ground and his legs extended straight at the fallen man. His pause had also given his friend a chance to lash out and he’d cut their odds in half.
Bill turned to see why the other man screamed. Seeing his partner down, he swung his leg in a clumsy kick at Kyle’s ribs. The lanky man absorbed the kick with a grunt but managed to trap Bill’s leg against his own torso. Kyle twisted, forcing Bill off-balance while he drove a punch into the man’s groin. Bill let out a squeaking gasp as he collapsed onto Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s third attacker turned and ran toward the bar’s entrance, yelling something incoherent on the way out.
“Get off me, fucker!” Kyle yelled at Bill, thrashing around in his effort to get out from under the dead weight.
Steve’s head cleared enough for him to move to help Kyle, but he felt something grip his own leg. He turned and looked down, seeing that Merin had clamped her hand around his calf. Half in a panic, Steve whipped the rod down at her without thinking. It struck her arm, breaking it so that the skin bulged around the snapped bone. She wailed and clutched at it, tucking it against her chest protectively. He took the opportunity to swing his own foot up into her chin. The wail cut off as her head snapped back and she fell to the floor unconscious.
Steve heard Kyle scream and he started to turn around, only to feel something slam into his ribs. His body locked into place as his muscles seized and his vision went black.
/ / /
Von woke up to a repeated buzzing noise coming from the bunk-side table. Shaking off sleep, he looked to see one of their comms was lit up and vibrating on the table. Once he realized that the device making the racket wasn’t his, he nudged the sleeping form beside him.
“Karen, your comm.”
When she mumbled but didn’t move, he leaned over to grab it and see who was calling. The name of the caller drove the remaining drowsiness away, and he shoved Karen as he spoke sharply.
“Karen, wake up!”
She rolled toward him, eyes opened but still bleary with sleep. “Huh?”
“Security is calling!” he exclaimed and held the comm for her to see before answering the call himself.
“Hello?”
The mention of security jolted Karen awake, causing her mind to race through possibilities. Before her imagination could settle on any single scenario, she heard Von tell the caller that Captain Murphy was available before handing her the comm.
“This is Captain Murphy.”
She didn’t recognize the voice on the other end of the call. “Sorry to wake you, but we had an incident involving Kyle Jenkins and Steve Rodgers. They’re part of your crew, right?”
“They were when they left the ship this evening. Why, what happened?”
“We were called about a bar fight over at —”
“Of course it’s a bar fight,” Karen broke in. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”
“Well, we showed up when the fight was over and ended up taking your men into custody.”
“Damnit, Kyle! It was Kyle, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Ma’am, it might be best if you just came down so we could talk in person. Would simplify things,” the officer on the line said.
“Yeah, I’ll come down. Where was it, again?”
The officer gave her the location and ended the call once she confirmed she was on her way. Karen looked to Von, who could see her face was still reddened from the call.
“Bad?”
“Don’t know yet, but at least they don’t have to worry about being shoved out an airlock when I fire them.”
Von winced. “Wow. Any chance it’s not their fault?”
Karen shrugged a response as she got out of bed and walked to her closet. “Not sure I care right now. It’s just...AAAHH!” she screamed in frustration, catching Von by surprise. “Sorry. It just took so long to find anyone for the crew, and now here we are, getting ready to leave today and this happens. Just needed to let it out.”
“It’s okay, I get it. Anything I can help with?” he asked.
She kept quiet while she put her clothes back on and pulled a flight suit over them. A chuckle escaped her when a thought from the night before disrupted her anger.
Really need to get myself some other clothes. Who spends all of their time in this?
Von gave her an odd look when she laughed. She shook her head at him, explaining, “Just thinking about clothes and last night. If you want to help, see if you can reach Rilum and get more info about what happened.”
“It’s late,” he said, glancing at the time on his comm. “Or early, I guess. Really want me to wake him up for this?”
Karen took a moment to think about it before shaking her head. “No… if they’re in trouble, there’s not much he can do. If it’s something else, I’m not sure what could be done.”
“Good call,” he told her. “I’m probably not getting back to sleep, so I’m going to get ready and head on in to make sure Maintenance got everything working. Let me know how it turns out, ok?”
“Will do,” she confirmed, walking out and leaving Von alone in her cabin.
On her way down the steps to the cargo bay, Karen started talking aloud. “Harvey, I need a link and directions. Did you listen in on the call?”
Just the parts I could hear from the hall.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
Really. Cross my core and everything. Didn’t want to risk seeing you… you know,” he said.
Karen swore she heard a shudder in Harvey’s answer. “So you didn’t hear where we’re going?”
You yelled about a bar fight, so I’d guess a bar,” he responded. Harvey noted her sigh. “I haven’t even left the ship, what did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” she assured the AI. “I just need directions to where they are. You mind linking up and helping me find it?”
Sure. Who doesn’t like a bit of walkabout?
“That’s my pal,” Karen said, grinning, and gave him link access to her slate.
Once he found their destination, he chose the fastest way to get there and let her know. “Want me to put the route into your view?
“How do you mean?” she asked, confused by the question.
Harvey switched to their private channel and she felt him speaking in her head. By using your implant to have the route show up in your vision, that’s how.
Karen was shocked. “You can do that?”
His response was bright and cheery. I can, with your permission. You’ve done this before, right?
A flood of emotions washed over her at his simple question. She nodded, unsure she could trust her voice not to break under the strain of the memories that were dredged up. Thoughts of her old VI floated to the surface. Chonk had displayed info and data that way any number of times while they were still paired, but the last time had been when she ordered him to show her what had happened to Rob...
Karen stopped at the cargo bay door and stood still for a moment before replying. “Yeah, just been a while,” she rasped once she steadied her emotions. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and left the ship.
What’s wrong? I figured that’s the best way to show you… oh, Harvey paused, realizing the issue. Umm, we don’t have to do it like that.
She passed through the security bay and exited the building. There was a faint glow as morning approached.
“No, it’s fine and that’s in the past, isn’t it? The thought of doing that just brought back unexpected memories, is all. Go ahead, Harvey.”
Harvey showed her the way and she began running in the predawn light.
/ / /
Want to know what happens next? Here's a peek.
“Well, that’s good, at least. Damn it, what were they thinking, getting into a fight the night before we head out?” she asked.
I’ve met them, I doubt there was much thinking going on, Harvey told her in a wry tone.
“Hey, I thought you liked them now. You know, since they helped you prank me?”
They went along with it, that’s just more proof I’m right, he replied.
Karen barked a quick laugh, practically able to see Harvey shrugging his shoulders as he said it. The virtual trail she was following ended at a building with a number of security vehicles in front of it, along with a couple of parked medical vehicles and another one pulling away. As she approached, two men came out of the bar with a gurney between them. There was a shape on it, but she couldn’t tell who or what it was on it.
Her heart started hammering in her chest and she sprinted toward them, calling out, “Steve?! Kyle?!”
Next (finale)
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2020.10.01 13:42 Echo1334 Alcoholic non-working boyfriend (35,M). Me resistant to change (29,F). Unsure where to go from here with relationship of almost 2 years.

Hi,
I'm really trying to figure out how to connect things and figure out if its better clarity or just looking for justification or reaching for something beyond what it is. I'm also trying to figure out where to go from here.
I have been with boyfriend C for 2 years come December, living together 2 years come January with him being added to the lease 2 months after moving in. He's always "enjoyed" drinking, one to two cases of 36+ packs of beer at least once a week usually twice. When he first moved in we would drink once a week together then due to schedule overlap he'd drink once while I was at work. I don't think I've ever seen him drink without getting drunk despite his claim that he is fully in control and hating being called drunk while being in such a state. Once he gets a beer or two in he can't control when he stops. Red flag but even a few months on I saw and tried to make him change (bargaining mostly although I was tearful). He'd slow down either number or frequency for a bit but never long and eventually just got mad at me for controlling him so I stopped. In May of 2019 he lost his job and within a few months had used up his severance with no job in sight so I started buying him his beer. With covid he filed for unemployment (he hadn't done so initially and figured he'd try) so he has since taken to buying his own beer whenever he wants to and his frequency and amount of vastly increased.
Meanwhile, from a few months on to now and maybe even getting worse and more common now, at least half the time he drinks he picks fights. Stemming from prior jealousy it can include topics of jealousy, how I don't do/give him what I should, etc. Just a few topics include, checking my phone to much or have been late coming back from work so I must be cheating. That I almost never wear makeup or dress up for him and that most of the non-work clothes I own are old and don't look good and any woman that loves her man should take the time and effort and he shaves so I should care how I look. How we aren't intimate as much as we should (mix of health issues on my part and I don't want to when I feel like a yo-yo) and therefore I don't love him and what if he got another girlfriend. He frequently said he didn't remember the next day it got to the point where Id have a drink or two but knew Id have to be quick enough to verbally de-escalate whenever he drank so I always remembered. Over the past 1.5 years + I've tried to get him to drink less, always tell him what he said while drink, just agree with whatever, ignore him either by going to bed very early or being elsewhere, for the things where I'm not doing enough I've tried doing better (makeup, clothes, intimacy). Nothing has worked consistently.
To be fair to him when he's in a better mood he is a good boyfriend. He likes to buy me stuff, he tries to be supportive, he keeps the place clean and cooks and he spends decent time with me (both of us are homebodies so its a lot of tv shows/movies). Any time I bring up what happened that he doesn't remember he seems apologetic and promises to change. We've spent countless hours talking about what we can do to change. I don't know why sometimes, times like right now but I love him and I want us to try to work and I know he's shared the same thoughts with me. I also know that right now if we were to break up he wouldn't have a single guaranteed place to stay. He isn't working, he's estranged from his alcoholic abusive mother and most of his siblings just cant take him in. He's been on the streets before and if something were to happen there is a good chance we'd either have to share a one bedroom still (for unknown time length) or he would be on the streets. I don't know if I can do that to him but I also know he isn't looking very hard so if there is no way forward I'm stuck at this point.
As for why I'm writing, last night things got to a head. It was my first night back for the week (I work graveyards at 12 hour shifts) and I knew he'd be drinking which he was. He drank about half of a remaining 36 pack so he was drunk and stumbling when I got home. Went from excitedly talking about buying his brother a PlayStation 4 and wanting me to go half in for a couch both of which I was polite and portrayed interest in to watching YouTube to the same as normal. Why I don't dress up for him, why my legs need to be shaved (I'm waiting for surgery for an impacted infected wisdom tooth next week), why I haven't bought myself nice new sexy clothes (see above surgery=expensive). To how he'd love to travel overseas and what if he came back with a wife or new girlfriends (he likes to bring that up to, him going somewhere and returning with girlfriends/wives) and how if they cleaned and cooked surely I couldn't get mad since we just act like roommates. I tried my normal tactics to get him in a better space, make him happier, etc. but none were working. I eventually asked him why he even wanted to be with me and other than listing physical attributes, and the fact that with me he has somewhere to live he couldn't come up with an answer. After that I just tried to go to bed but couldn't because when he drinks that much he keeps coughing then puking which he did throughout the time I could sleep leaving me to less then 2 hours sleep between noise and my own thoughts.
Maybe I'm in the wrong, I know I'm venting. If anyone made it through thank you. I just don't know what to do anymore. Its not as simple as leave, dump him, make him go to treatment (which wouldn't work). I feel stuck but maybe I just need to change how I look at things, maybe its me that's off and he's just reacting to me not doing as I should to be a fair and equal partner. I don't know I just know I'm at my wits end and appreciate any insights or thoughts.


TLDR: Boyfriend drinks frequently and takes out frustrations verbally ie my lack of time given to hair, makeup, clothes, intimacy, worry about cheating, etc. . I have tried all methods to minimize issues from his drinking. Or maybe Im just to set in my ways. Im worried about if we even can break up because he has lack of job and therefore inability to support self.
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2020.10.01 13:40 Crispydonna Could I have ADHD?

Hey guys! I just wanna say I’ve never understood myself. I’ve always admired other people’s ability to just have a normal life... SIGH. Anyway, I’m always trying ways to better myself and a couple of days ago I came across the concept of ADHD which was new to me but I definitely could identify with some things.
I would like to hear your opinion before booking an appointment with the psychiatrist.
I’m listing some of the behaviors that make me think I could have ADHD:
-I end up feeling bored with my partners and tend to look for attention from other people.
What do you think? 😔 I really want to get better and become a better person.
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2020.10.01 13:37 Echo1334 Not sure if I can stay with boyfriend with alcohol issues or if there's more I can do

Hi,
I'm really trying to figure out how to connect things and if Ive finally reached a point where I cant go further or if theres more things I can try and do. Im new to al-anon, so maybe theres some resources or mindset changes I could look into (other than the cant change them and accept where/who they are).
I have been with boyfriend C for 2 years come December, living together 2 years come January with him being added to the lease 2 months after moving in. He's always "enjoyed" drinking, one to two cases of 36+ packs of beer at least once a week usually twice. When he first moved in we would drink once a week together then due to schedule overlap he'd drink once while I was at work. I don't think I've ever seen him drink without getting drunk despite his claim that he is fully in control and hating being called drunk while being in such a state. Once he gets a beer or two in he can't control when he stops. Red flag but even a few months on I saw and tried to make him change (bargaining mostly although I was tearful). He'd slow down either number or frequency for a bit but never long and eventually just got mad at me for controlling him so I stopped. In May of 2019 he lost his job and within a few months had used up his severance with no job in sight so I started buying him his beer. With covid he filed for unemployment (he hadn't done so initially and figured he'd try) so he has since taken to buying his own beer whenever he wants to and his frequency and amount of vastly increased.
Meanwhile, from a few months on to now and maybe even getting worse and more common now, at least half the time he drinks he picks fights. Stemming from prior jealousy it can include topics of jealousy, how I don't do/give him what I should, etc. Just a few topics include, checking my phone to much or have been late coming back from work so I must be cheating. That I almost never wear makeup or dress up for him and that most of the non-work clothes I own are old and don't look good and any woman that loves her man should take the time and effort and he shaves so I should care how I look. How we aren't intimate as much as we should (mix of health issues on my part and I don't want to when I feel like a yo-yo) and therefore I don't love him and what if he got another girlfriend. He frequently said he didn't remember the next day it got to the point where Id have a drink or two but knew Id have to be quick enough to verbally de-escalate whenever he drank so I always remembered. Over the past 1.5 years + I've tried to get him to drink less, always tell him what he said while drink, just agree with whatever, ignore him either by going to bed very early or being elsewhere, for the things where I'm not doing enough I've tried doing better (makeup, clothes, intimacy). Nothing has worked consistently.
To be fair to him when he's in a better mood he is a good boyfriend. He likes to buy me stuff, he tries to be supportive, he keeps the place clean and cooks and he spends decent time with me (both of us are homebodies so its a lot of tv shows/movies). Any time I bring up what happened that he doesn't remember he seems apologetic and promises to change. We've spent countless hours talking about what we can do to change. I don't know why sometimes, times like right now but I love him and I want us to try to work and I know he's shared the same thoughts with me. I also know that right now if we were to break up he wouldn't have a single guaranteed place to stay. He isn't working, he's estranged from his alcoholic abusive mother and most of his siblings just cant take him in. He's been on the streets before and if something were to happen there is a good chance we'd either have to share a one bedroom still (for unknown time length) or he would be on the streets. I don't know if I can do that to him but I also know he isn't looking very hard so if there is no way forward I'm stuck at this point.
As for why I'm writing, last night things got to a head. It was my first night back for the week (I work graveyards at 12 hour shifts) and I knew he'd be drinking which he was. He drank about half of a remaining 36 pack so he was drunk and stumbling when I got home. Went from excitedly talking about buying his brother a PlayStation 4 and wanting me to go half in for a couch both of which I was polite and portrayed interest in to watching YouTube to the same as normal. Why I don't dress up for him, why my legs need to be shaved (I'm waiting for surgery for an impacted infected wisdom tooth next week), why I haven't bought myself nice new sexy clothes (see above surgery=expensive). To how he'd love to travel overseas and what if he came back with a wife or new girlfriends (he likes to bring that up to, him going somewhere and returning with girlfriends/wives) and how if they cleaned and cooked surely I couldn't get mad since we just act like roommates. I tried my normal tactics to get him in a better space, make him happier, etc. but none were working. I eventually asked him why he even wanted to be with me and other than listing physical attributes, and the fact that with me he has somewhere to live he couldn't come up with an answer. After that I just tried to go to bed but couldn't because when he drinks that much he keeps coughing then puking which he did throughout the time I could sleep leaving me to less then 2 hours sleep between noise and my own thoughts.
Maybe I'm in the wrong, I know I'm venting. If anyone made it through thank you. I just don't know what to do anymore. Its not as simple as leave, dump him, make him go to treatment (which wouldn't work). I feel stuck but maybe I just need to change how I look at things, maybe its me that's off and he's just reacting to me not doing as I should to be a fair and equal partner. I don't know I just know I'm at my wits end and appreciate any insights or thoughts.
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2020.10.01 13:36 coldfireknight [Stories from the Bel Air] Chapter 14 - Barroom Blitz

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Steve remained still, his body flat on the floor. Cutting his eyes upward showed him the owner of the gruff voice, Merin. She had played a part in some of their previous dustups but was no longer paying attention to him. Unfortunately, that was because her focus had turned back to the screaming, flailing mass on the floor that was Kyle. Huddled as they were, he couldn’t get a clear look at the three men surrounding and kicking at his friend. Risking a quick look around the bar, Steve noticed there weren’t any other patrons still there, although those present were making plenty of noise to make up for the lack of bodies.
Between the sounds of shuffling and stomping feet, Steve heard men incoherently yelling. Another man screamed, followed by the sound of a sharp impact, and the scream cut out to a rough exhalation. He recognized that last scream as Kyle’s.
Damn, they’re doin’ a number on him. Need to help before they kill him.
Another female voice, muffled this time, shouted, “Stop it! I’ve called security and they’re on the way!”
Steve shifted his gaze over to see that a transparent panel had dropped onto the top of the bar itself and was protecting the bartender, a female talivian he remembered as Venya, from the fracas.
“Ha!” one of the men huffed between kicks. “Takes ‘em foreva to get ova ‘ere.” He paused for another kick. “Plenny a time.”
Experience told Steve that the man was right. That voice was another familiar one, labored as it was. He looked at the men around Kyle and saw that it belonged to...
...the hell was his name? Bill...sounded like Dimwit? Dipshit? Shit, not important right now. How do I save Kyle?
He glanced at his surroundings, spotting something useful just within reach. One of the thick metal legs from a barstool had been snapped off at the weld, providing him with an equalizer. Another look at the thugs let him know they were still trying to make solid contact on Kyle, who was doing his best to keep them too off-balance to really hammer him. Steve tucked his arms against his sides before darting his hand out and snatched the rod, pulling it in close to his body so he could move quickly. Another glance to make sure nobody saw his move...and his scan locked his eyes with Venya’s.
He snapped a finger up to his lips, hoping she’d keep quiet. Thank god, he thought when she gave him a very slight nod and turned away from him. She tilted her head just a bit, showing him that her head was turned just enough to keep him on the edge of her vision. Maybe she can help, somehow.
Steve took a second to think about how nice it would be if she had a stun rod back there — or even better, a scattergun — before deciding it’d be best to rely on himself until other options showed up. He shifted his body to the left enough to draw his legs in, then spared one last glance to check where Merin and the men who’d ambushed them were. Merin had her focus locked onto the three assholes around Kyle. The men were still absorbed in their efforts to kick and stomp him. He saw that Kyle’s face was bloodied, but he looked to be doing his best to keep them away. They were scoring the occasional hit, making him roll and cry out as they landed, but Steve realized what his buddy was doing.
Oh, smart man. Just gotta time this right…
He turned his attention back to Merin. She was the closest target, but Steve knew that the plates on the neck and back of any adult krax were strong enough to let them shrug off any hit that he could manage quickly. Well, their knees only bend one way.
Deciding what to do, Steve placed his hands wide enough to support a quick move, keeping the metal leg under his right hand, then noticed the bartender’s eyes widen. Mouthing, “Help me,” he was encouraged by her tiny nod before she walked down the length of the bar away from him. He muttered a quick prayer —God, please let that have been a nod— and moved. Just as he began his lunge up, Venya heaved a breath, jabbed a finger at a spot behind the small mob, and shrieked.
LOOK OUT!
Her cry was sharp enough to make everyone caught off-guard flinch. Steve took advantage of the distraction. He surged off of the floor, grabbing the metal bar and using his arms to leverage himself up. The motion let him plant his left foot and shift his weight onto his right knee as he twisted to his right. He used that momentum to lift the bar back behind his body. With a roar, he braced his weight on his right foot and swung for the side of Merin’s knee.
It bent inward with a satisfying crunch, sending Merin to the floor screeching in pain. Steve drew the weapon back, using the movement to stand upright. While the speed of his movements helped him get onto his feet, it also had the side effect of making his head swim enough to make him pause and give everyone else a chance to react.
Shit.
There was a wet, crunching sound, followed by a short scream that was cut off by a sharp crack. Steve noticed one of the men crumpling to the floor, his jaw misshapened, and looked for Kyle. He was laying on his back, arms held off the ground and his legs extended straight at the fallen man. His pause had also given his friend a chance to lash out and he’d cut their odds in half.
Bill turned to see why the other man screamed. Seeing his partner down, he swung his leg in a clumsy kick at Kyle’s ribs. The lanky man absorbed the kick with a grunt but managed to trap Bill’s leg against his own torso. Kyle twisted, forcing Bill off-balance while he drove a punch into the man’s groin. Bill let out a squeaking gasp as he collapsed onto Kyle’s legs. Kyle’s third attacker turned and ran toward the bar’s entrance, yelling something incoherent on the way out.
“Get off me, fucker!” Kyle yelled at Bill, thrashing around in his effort to get out from under the dead weight.
Steve’s head cleared enough for him to move to help Kyle, but he felt something grip his own leg. He turned and looked down, seeing that Merin had clamped her hand around his calf. Half in a panic, Steve whipped the rod down at her without thinking. It struck her arm, breaking it so that the skin bulged around the snapped bone. She wailed and clutched at it, tucking it against her chest protectively. He took the opportunity to swing his own foot up into her chin. The wail cut off as her head snapped back and she fell to the floor unconscious.
Steve heard Kyle scream and he started to turn around, only to feel something slam into his ribs. His body locked into place as his muscles seized and his vision went black.
/ / /
Von woke up to a repeated buzzing noise coming from the bunk-side table. Shaking off sleep, he looked to see one of their comms was lit up and vibrating on the table. Once he realized that the device making the racket wasn’t his, he nudged the sleeping form beside him.
“Karen, your comm.”
When she mumbled but didn’t move, he leaned over to grab it and see who was calling. The name of the caller drove the remaining drowsiness away, and he shoved Karen as he spoke sharply.
“Karen, wake up!”
She rolled toward him, eyes opened but still bleary with sleep. “Huh?”
“Security is calling!” he exclaimed and held the comm for her to see before answering the call himself.
“Hello?”
The mention of security jolted Karen awake, causing her mind to race through possibilities. Before her imagination could settle on any single scenario, she heard Von tell the caller that Captain Murphy was available before handing her the comm.
“This is Captain Murphy.”
She didn’t recognize the voice on the other end of the call. “Sorry to wake you, but we had an incident involving Kyle Jenkins and Steve Rodgers. They’re part of your crew, right?”
“They were when they left the ship this evening. Why, what happened?”
“We were called about a bar fight over at —”
“Of course it’s a bar fight,” Karen broke in. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”
“Well, we showed up when the fight was over and ended up taking your men into custody.”
“Damnit, Kyle! It was Kyle, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Ma’am, it might be best if you just came down so we could talk in person. Would simplify things,” the officer on the line said.
“Yeah, I’ll come down. Where was it, again?”
The officer gave her the location and ended the call once she confirmed she was on her way. Karen looked to Von, who could see her face was still reddened from the call.
“Bad?”
“Don’t know yet, but at least they don’t have to worry about being shoved out an airlock when I fire them.”
Von winced. “Wow. Any chance it’s not their fault?”
Karen shrugged a response as she got out of bed and walked to her closet. “Not sure I care right now. It’s just...AAAHH!” she screamed in frustration, catching Von by surprise. “Sorry. It just took so long to find anyone for the crew, and now here we are, getting ready to leave today and this happens. Just needed to let it out.”
“It’s okay, I get it. Anything I can help with?” he asked.
She kept quiet while she put her clothes back on and pulled a flight suit over them. A chuckle escaped her when a thought from the night before disrupted her anger.
Really need to get myself some other clothes. Who spends all of their time in this?
Von gave her an odd look when she laughed. She shook her head at him, explaining, “Just thinking about clothes and last night. If you want to help, see if you can reach Rilum and get more info about what happened.”
“It’s late,” he said, glancing at the time on his comm. “Or early, I guess. Really want me to wake him up for this?”
Karen took a moment to think about it before shaking her head. “No… if they’re in trouble, there’s not much he can do. If it’s something else, I’m not sure what could be done.”
“Good call,” he told her. “I’m probably not getting back to sleep, so I’m going to get ready and head on in to make sure Maintenance got everything working. Let me know how it turns out, ok?”
“Will do,” she confirmed, walking out and leaving Von alone in her cabin.
On her way down the steps to the cargo bay, Karen started talking aloud. “Harvey, I need a link and directions. Did you listen in on the call?”
Just the parts I could hear from the hall.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
Really. Cross my core and everything. Didn’t want to risk seeing you… you know,” he said.
Karen swore she heard a shudder in Harvey’s answer. “So you didn’t hear where we’re going?”
You yelled about a bar fight, so I’d guess a bar,” he responded. Harvey noted her sigh. “I haven’t even left the ship, what did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” she assured the AI. “I just need directions to where they are. You mind linking up and helping me find it?”
Sure. Who doesn’t like a bit of walkabout?
“That’s my pal,” Karen said, grinning, and gave him link access to her slate.
Once he found their destination, he chose the fastest way to get there and let her know. “Want me to put the route into your view?
“How do you mean?” she asked, confused by the question.
Harvey switched to their private channel and she felt him speaking in her head. By using your implant to have the route show up in your vision, that’s how.
Karen was shocked. “You can do that?”
His response was bright and cheery. I can, with your permission. You’ve done this before, right?
A flood of emotions washed over her at his simple question. She nodded, unsure she could trust her voice not to break under the strain of the memories that were dredged up. Thoughts of her old VI floated to the surface. Chonk had displayed info and data that way any number of times while they were still paired, but the last time had been when she ordered him to show her what had happened to Rob...
Karen stopped at the cargo bay door and stood still for a moment before replying. “Yeah, just been a while,” she rasped once she steadied her emotions. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and left the ship.
What’s wrong? I figured that’s the best way to show you… oh, Harvey paused, realizing the issue. Umm, we don’t have to do it like that.
She passed through the security bay and exited the building. There was a faint glow as morning approached.
“No, it’s fine and that’s in the past, isn’t it? The thought of doing that just brought back unexpected memories, is all. Go ahead, Harvey.”
Harvey showed her the way and she began running in the predawn light.
/ / /
Want to know what happens next? Here's a peek.
“Well, that’s good, at least. Damn it, what were they thinking, getting into a fight the night before we head out?” she asked.
I’ve met them, I doubt there was much thinking going on, Harvey told her in a wry tone.
“Hey, I thought you liked them now. You know, since they helped you prank me?”
They went along with it, that’s just more proof I’m right, he replied.
Karen barked a quick laugh, practically able to see Harvey shrugging his shoulders as he said it. The virtual trail she was following ended at a building with a number of security vehicles in front of it, along with a couple of parked medical vehicles and another one pulling away. As she approached, two men came out of the bar with a gurney between them. There was a shape on it, but she couldn’t tell who or what it was on it.
Her heart started hammering in her chest and she sprinted toward them, calling out, “Steve?! Kyle?!”
Next (finale)
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2020.10.01 13:26 NateBrownie I think I’m in a toxic relationship with someone (20F) who’s not right for me (20M)...but why can’t I leave?

Hey I’m new here and this is actually my first ever post on reddit. Just feels like I have nowhere else to go and I don’t know what to do.
So I was with my girlfriend (let’s call her “G”) for about a year. She experiences anxiety and is extremely insecure with trusting men... her dad left her family a couple years ago and she wonders why he doesn’t love her. I was constantly going out of my way to keep her happy and make her feel better when she was upset. When she was happy things were amazing and I was so happy. When she was upset though, it would be the worst I’d ever felt. I’d never been with someone who made me happier than her, but I’d also never been made so sad and unhappy by anyone. We ended up taking a break from the relationship because she wanted to move forward and move in together. We’re 20 years old and I didn’t feel ready to make this step. I still live at hone with my parents, whereas she had lived out of home for 2 years. She had been quite promiscuous, whereas I had only been in relationships and didn’t feel experienced enough to make such a large commitment.
She ended things and I accepted that she was ready for more. In the break (which was about a month) I got talking to a girl from work as I’d just recently got the job. In that time, G slept with someone else. We ended up reaching out to each other and starting seeing each other again. She seemed less focused on the future and happy to just be with me, so I said yes when she asked me to be her boyfriend.
But I was doubtful we were gonna work. I still wasn’t ready such a serious relationship, so I kept talking to the girl from work while we dated. I was pretty much cheating on her. I never did anything physical with the girl, she was just someone to talk to at night and feed my ego, although messages were quite flirtatious at times. Sometimes I would even say goodnight to G and stay up talking to the girl from work. It was so wrong, and I betrayed her trust just like a lot of men in her past.
She found out, and came clean about what she did, but obviously viewed what I did as much worse. I was so remorseful of what I did, and I was so sorry to her. It was not me, I was pretty lost without her and didn’t want to open myself up to her leaving again, but I should never have spoken to another girl behind her back. I tried to fix things with G. I got off all social media, blocked the girl from work, stopped talking to everyone including friends and most family, and I kept her updated on everything I did so she never felt anxious. I wanted her to know I’d changed and it wasn’t me. I wanted her to trust me again. I’m not a cheater.
Whilst this was going on, we weren’t officially “dating”. She had a bad day and asked for a bit of space. I kept updating her in this time, coz I knew she’d worry what I was doing. Over 3 days the guy she slept with in our break spent two nights with her. She told me after it happened, and said she was feeling broken, and enjoyed feeling someone give her attention and trying to make her happy. This was also during COVID lockdown, and my parents wouldn’t let me stay the night at her place for as they thought it would cause risks to their health. I understood why she did it, but it hurt a lot, especially when I was trying. I was so ashamed of what I had done and will never do it again, and I guess that’s what I deserved.
After that she said it made her sure that I was what she wanted. She said she made a mistake and felt awful, but it taught her a lesson that she obviously needed to learn. She was in it properly now and we decided to put it all behind us.
I’m still not sure the relationship is right. And part of me thinks I need to go out and be single. Be with a few more girls. Grow up a bit and get some self confidence. I felt as though I was always trying to make her feel better all the time and I was always cautious I would do something to set her off. But, if I was ready for something that serious, she would be an amazing partner. And I do love her very much.
It’s been about a month now, and she’s feeling insecure because she thinks I could be off talking to someone else. I’m still off social media and have ignored multiple messages from friends. I’m still trying to make her feel okay after everything. I don’t think I’ll ever get my freedom back with her or be fully happy... but part of me feels like that’s what I deserve. I was the one who wasn’t ready to move forward with her. And I was the one who spoke to someone else behind her back.
I don’t know why I can’t leave the relationship. My parents don’t like her much, and can see she’s having a negative effect. But I never listen to them. I feel lost and I know I probably should leave but I don’t know why I can’t. I feel like I don’t have much without her, and she gave me a lot of confidence in myself. But I also don’t feel comfortable to do things I want with her because it’ll make her upset. The whole thing is just not right.
Thank you so much for reading this far. I appreciate you taking the time, and I hope I can do the same for you if you ever need it. I would appreciate any advice or to hear from anyone who has been in a similar situation and their experiences. I just don’t know how to deal with this.
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2020.10.01 13:07 Echo1334 Codependent with alcohol addict boyfriend? Or just looking to hard/the wrong way?

Hi,
I'm really trying to figure out how to connect things and figure out if its better clarity or just looking for justification or reaching for something beyond what it is. I'm also trying to figure out where to go from here.

I have been with boyfriend C for 2 years come December, living together 2 years come January with him being added to the lease 2 months after moving in. He's always "enjoyed" drinking, one to two cases of 36+ packs of beer at least once a week usually twice. When he first moved in we would drink once a week together then due to schedule overlap he'd drink once while I was at work. I don't think I've ever seen him drink without getting drunk despite his claim that he is fully in control and hating being called drunk while being in such a state. Once he gets a beer or two in he can't control when he stops. Red flag but even a few months on I saw and tried to make him change (bargaining mostly although I was tearful). He'd slow down either number or frequency for a bit but never long and eventually just got mad at me for controlling him so I stopped. In May of 2019 he lost his job and within a few months had used up his severance with no job in sight so I started buying him his beer. With covid he filed for unemployment (he hadn't done so initially and figured he'd try) so he has since taken to buying his own beer whenever he wants to and his frequency and amount of vastly increased.

Meanwhile, from a few months on to now and maybe even getting worse and more common now, at least half the time he drinks he picks fights. Stemming from prior jealousy it can include topics of jealousy, how I don't do/give him what I should, etc. Just a few topics include, checking my phone to much or have been late coming back from work so I must be cheating. That I almost never wear makeup or dress up for him and that most of the non-work clothes I own are old and don't look good and any woman that loves her man should take the time and effort and he shaves so I should care how I look. How we aren't intimate as much as we should (mix of health issues on my part and I don't want to when I feel like a yo-yo) and therefore I don't love him and what if he got another girlfriend. He frequently said he didn't remember the next day it got to the point where Id have a drink or two but knew Id have to be quick enough to verbally de-escalate whenever he drank so I always remembered. Over the past 1.5 years + I've tried to get him to drink less, always tell him what he said while drink, just agree with whatever, ignore him either by going to bed very early or being elsewhere, for the things where I'm not doing enough I've tried doing better (makeup, clothes, intimacy). Nothing has worked consistently.

To be fair to him when he's in a better mood he is a good boyfriend. He likes to buy me stuff, he tries to be supportive, he keeps the place clean and cooks and he spends decent time with me (both of us are homebodies so its a lot of tv shows/movies). Any time I bring up what happened that he doesn't remember he seems apologetic and promises to change. We've spent countless hours talking about what we can do to change. I don't know why sometimes, times like right now but I love him and I want us to try to work and I know he's shared the same thoughts with me. I also know that right now if we were to break up he wouldn't have a single guaranteed place to stay. He isn't working, he's estranged from his alcoholic abusive mother and most of his siblings just cant take him in. He's been on the streets before and if something were to happen there is a good chance we'd either have to share a one bedroom still (for unknown time length) or he would be on the streets. I don't know if I can do that to him but I also know he isn't looking very hard so if there is no way forward I'm stuck at this point.

As for why I'm writing, last night things got to a head. It was my first night back for the week (I work graveyards at 12 hour shifts) and I knew he'd be drinking which he was. He drank about half of a remaining 36 pack so he was drunk and stumbling when I got home. Went from excitedly talking about buying his brother a PlayStation 4 and wanting me to go half in for a couch both of which I was polite and portrayed interest in to watching YouTube to the same as normal. Why I don't dress up for him, why my legs need to be shaved (I'm waiting for surgery for an impacted infected wisdom tooth next week), why I haven't bought myself nice new sexy clothes (see above surgery=expensive). To how he'd love to travel overseas and what if he came back with a wife or new girlfriends (he likes to bring that up to, him going somewhere and returning with girlfriends/wives) and how if they cleaned and cooked surely I couldn't get mad since we just act like roommates. I tried my normal tactics to get him in a better space, make him happier, etc. but none were working. I eventually asked him why he even wanted to be with me and other than listing physical attributes, and the fact that with me he has somewhere to live he couldn't come up with an answer. After that I just tried to go to bed but couldn't because when he drinks that much he keeps coughing then puking which he did throughout the time I could sleep leaving me to less then 2 hours sleep between noise and my own thoughts.

Maybe I'm in the wrong, I know I'm venting. If anyone made it through thank you. I just don't know what to do anymore. Its not as simple as leave, dump him, make him go to treatment (which wouldn't work). I feel stuck but maybe I just need to change how I look at things, maybe its me that's off and he's just reacting to me not doing as I should to be a fair and equal partner. I don't know I just know I'm at my wits end and appreciate any insights or thoughts.
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2020.10.01 12:53 justnomil83 MIL gets invited everywhere and I just need to be vent.

My (M) mother in law has always been a bit part of my wife and I's relationship. We started dating heavily around the time her mother would throw weekly Taco Tuesday parties. My MIL drinks and parties like she is 25. As a result of this and all the parties, our mutual friends would start inviting her to other gatherings.
Unfortunately, when she is drunk, my mil is extremely loud, self centered, arrogant, and can act like a malingerer. For some reason, people thinks it's cute because she is almost 70. My wife always excuses her behavior with her age but I know many people that age who don't act like that.
A few months ago we had a small handful of friends over for a movie night. They plan it with the MIL and do it at her house (one of them is a single 36 year old female who I have known for 10 years and never had a partner. All she does is hang out with my MIL and get drunk).
Mil comes out and now, I know, any hope of actually watching the movie is over. The rest of the night was hearing her talk over everyone and about herself. Our intimate conversations are now over and centered on whatever MIL wants to talk about. Our friends baby starts crying and she looks around for assurance, waiting for us to ask her to stay, as she says "I'll go watch the baby I guess"
It is kinda a sad story. She is a widow but I wish she would act appropriately and that our friends would stop looping her into activities where this elderly woman would be drinking excessively. They are doing another movie night this week and I am dreading going because I can't being around MIL and her harpie, spinster drinking buddy after they have been drinking all day.
I love my wife so much but I can stand her relationship with her Mil. We should have boundries that define what events are just for our peers. They shouldn't be using mils large home as a reason to loop her into events just to use her property.
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2020.10.01 11:56 kanoogle [WTS/WTT] Spyderco Para 3 Lightweight (B)

TL;DR: Para 3 LW, $85
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There comes a time in every knife person's journey when they graduate from the Civivi Elementum and R2D2 to a more scholarly blade. It is at this crossroads where one can choose two paths Spyderco or Benchmade, the light or the dark. I found myself at this fork a mere 3 days ago, still an innocent lamb. On this money vacuum sub-reddit, I, through some means or another, came into possession of a Bugout and a Para 3 lw.
With a stalwart heart I opened the Para 3 first, "Surely I will love and cherish this knife for many moons to come!" What a fool I was. I hated the Spydie hole with every ounce of my being. Not only was the gaping maw of the knife unsightly and wide, I did not possess the dexterity to do the cool middle finger flips I so desired to impress my partner. Instead I was defeated, shamed, and embarrassed.
As I sat at my desk, straining my fingers to move the thick blade stock, I heard a whisper. A beckoning. Inside I found the forgiving, ambidextrous thumb stud and axis lock, powerful beyond imagination. Consumed by lust for the sleek blue beauty, I turned my back on the Para 3, to be forever surrendered to the dark.
So who wants the friggin' thing?
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100% Stock Para 3 LW, perfectly fine knife but just wasn't for me.
Second owner, only carried twice by previous owner, only used to cut paper. I only used it to flick open and closed maybe 15 times.
Blade favors the clip side, which is characteristic of the single-washered LW. Super smooth action, pristine condition, factory edge, comes with box and papers.
SV:85 TV:90
Open to trading up or down (plus cash) for a Delica, UKPK, Griptillian, Fastball, traditional style knives or anything else you might think I would like.
Shipping included, PayPal G&S only, leave subject blank please.
Timestamp & album
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2020.10.01 11:56 bitzeroone Low income earner, here's my story

Hi Fi Australia,
Let's be honest alot of you folk's on this sub are highly intelligent and have 6 figure jobs... But rarely you will any low to middle income earner post here in Reddit and tell their story. I'm currently 26 years old and by the end of this year I will be 27 years old. Time goes quicker every year you get older and I can defiantly agree with this.
My story and journey is not a pleasant one but with plenty of down falls and struggles. I consider myself to be illiterate and some what uneducated according the school system. During our primary school to high school I was never a high achiever but according to the government's criteria I was benchmarked below average in most peoples cases "dumb"...
I started working when at the legal age of 15/16 doing basic minimum wage jobs till to this day, supermarket, hospitality, retail, customer service etc. My wage does really reflect my intelligence which is sitting at $47Kp.a...
During my mid 20's I was extremely broke, I was considered "rich" according to my peers as I always had the latest gadgets, clothes, shoes, accessories but my bank balance had nothing to show...
I was simply un happy living a fake pretend persona life and decided to start saving money, cutting my expenses, throwing away materialistic non sense that added no value to my life. I decided to live a simple basic minimalist life. I ritually stopped going our buying takeaway, going to coffee shops, but instead made everything at home while trying to source value for money products at outlets such as NQR and Aldi.
From age of 20 to 24 my addiction to save money was extremely strong... I didn't focus on anything else but going to the extreme's that I managed to pocketed away $100K in pure savings... It wasn't till the age of 25 that I started to learn about investing, stocks, index funds, derivatives, options, forex, cfd trading, leverage, commodities, PM's, central banks and the cherry on top quantitative easing. At the age of 26 which I am currently now I have started to dive into Real Estate with the ins and out's of this economy.
With several countless time wasting, watching and reading videos/articles it has gotten me to this point in life...
What I understand now and within the last 2 years can never be reversed. This whole economy is manipulated to the core, capitalism and debt is the name of the game. Debt can be great tool if you use it correctly but being a double edge sword it can destroy you financially. Mortgages are a huge trap that will rob away any one's freedom provided if one was to lose their job or if Central Bank's decide to raise the rates many of the working proletariats would suffer the consequences. All these capitalist rules are only to benefit and govern the rich as they are playing this system. They know what's up, while alot of us retail investor's have nothing but shit on our hands, we have to fundamentally analyse certain data that is presented to us and make a best decision based on our risk tolerance.
There is so much uncertainty that my brain doesn't know what to do, at time's I feel like just wanting to fuck of our of Australia as the Australian Dream is out of reach for the average person, with out paying of your mortgage or simply owning a roof outright you simply can't simply be free as a person as you will alway's have one of your biggest expense which is *housing*... You can be debt free but not expense free...
There is a limit that I can take to avoid bleeding my biggest expense such as house hacking, flat mates, living in a van or simply a tent. These are the extreme's one must take if the simply can't obtain a high paying job under. Under market condition 80%+ of people will only earn minimum wage to $60K. -15% will earn $60K to $100K, while -5% will earn $100K+
Sadly most of society falls in the 80% bracket, with out the 80% capitalism would not function as it needs to exploit peoples time and labour...
I don't have much of a interest to study in tertiary education as the school system is designed for you to be a employee not a "employer"...
My financial stats right now is $197K cash, $1.4K penny stock and approx $19.2K in super.
If housing was to fall just a mere 10% to 20% which the government will do anything to stop it while throwing more gasoline to the fire, I will be able to simply semi-retire before my 30th Birthday.
Purchasing a semi-mediocre house would make me happy as I have lived a extreme uncomfortable life previously and still linger's to me this day. Live off the dole for a bit and just work some semi mediocre job that I don't need to suck up to people with the fear mongering that the banks will take my house away, cash flow from the dole + part time work is the perfect balance...
But apart of me want's to put all this $197K cash into index funds, while set and forget for 10 years time. The Fed's are playing funny games, there's no free market, if it was this whole system would be on it's fucking knees...
Being single allows me to have this freedom, but life can change un expectedly. Partner, kids ?
Saving money and investing has nothing to do with how much you earn, but how much you can save and eliminating your biggest expenses...
If a person earning minimum wage to $47K can build this net worth within 6 years time so can you... You must be extremely disciplined to pull this off. While sacrificing everything till this day I do enjoy the most basic things from time to time, such as buying new clothes, eating take away once in a while is more rewarding. I tend to reward myself every $5000 I save for the most basic pleasure while most people do these thing's on a weekly basis.
If Victoria wasn't to be locked down, I would of fucked off to QLD already... Buying some cheap condo, kick back for a while sipping on pina coladas while laying on the warm sands of the great barier reef...
Opportunity of a life time is around the corner...
If any of you have read till this point I thank you and hope you can appreciate the time I spend to write this out....
See you on the other side where our time is the most valuable asset...
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2020.10.01 11:54 treefox Tamarian language only sounds weird because their command division is entirely populated by Michael Scott analogues

(Inspired by the other topic on Tamarian language right now)
PAM: Sir, someone is hailing us. They say they’re the Enterprise. Did you know they’d be here?
MICHAEL: Rai and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani. Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Ubaya. Ubaya of crossroads, at Lungha. Lungha, her sky gray.
PAM: Oh, I see. What do you want me to tell them?
MICHAEL: Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.
PAM: Are you sure? I don’t think they’ll understand that.
MICHAEL: Darmok and Jalad at Tenagra! Temba, his arms wide!
PAM: If you’re sure...
DWIGHT: Yes! Darmok! The hunter! I’ll get the knives!
Cut to interview setting
JIM: So over the weekend, my artist friend asked me to hold on to their color laserjet printer while they looked for a new apartment after breaking up with their partner. Turns out, it can make a very convincing self-help book. So Pam and I spent the weekend coming up with some phrases, and on Monday, Michael ‘found’ a book on ‘inductive communication’ on the ground in his parking spot. We are now at Thursday, and he hasn’t said a single complete sentence since then. Pam and I are the only people who actually understand him.
Back to the bridge
PAM: I don’t think they understand. They just put me on hold.
MICHAEL: Temba, at rest...
OSCAR: Wait, let me hear the hold music.
TNG theme
OSCAR: I knew it. I just bought stock in the company that makes that answering machine.
KEVIN: With what...Robinhood? Ha!
MICHAEL: points Sokath, his eyes uncovered!
DWIgHT: Here! Michael! The knives! I’ll get the transporter ready!
STANLEY: I trust we won’t be expected to cover your sorry ass while you run around on the planet like a savage?
DWIGHT: You can’t leave! The sanctity of the ritual must be protected!
ANGELA: Excuse me? Is he talking about ritual combat? Could someone please tell me what is going on?
STANLEY: Sounds like overtime pay, that’s what’s going on.
ANGELA: Don’t be absurd.
STANLEY: Woman, you better believe I will get every last penny of what I am owed.
Toby enters
TOBY: Michael, I just got a message from a concerned source saying that someone was preparing to engage in ritual combat?
MICHAEL: Kadir beneath Mo Moteh.
TOBY: What? Michael, you’re behaving like a child with an imaginary language.
MICHAEL: Zinda, his face black, his eyes red!
TOBY: We have strict procedures for first contact.
MICHAEL: Shaka...when the walls fell!
TOBY: Someone could get hurt if we don’t follow them.
MICHAEL: Kailash, when it rises.
TOBY: It would be a PR nightmare.
MICHAEL: Chenza at court, the court of silence.
TOBY: Our liability insurance will skyrocket.
MICHAEL: Kiteo, his eyes closed.
TOBY: You can’t do this.
MICHAEL: Trump and Biden in Cleveland, Toby.
TOBY: Did he just call me racist?
JIM: Don’t look at me. How should I know?
MICHAEL: Mirab, with sails unfurled!
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2020.10.01 11:48 orange0401 [Store] 34 Knives, 5 Gloves, Skins, Cash (methods listed in post), 61 Arcanas, $10000+ Cash >> MW Spearmints, Falchion Ruby/Sapphire, Butterfly Doppler P3, .007 Bayo Ruby, .25 Vice, M9 Lore FN / MW

CASH IS NOT THE SAME AS STEAM WALLET FUNDS OR CSMONEY FUNDS. STOP OFFERING ME 'GOOD' OVERPAY IN STEAM WALLET FUNDS.

I DO NOT ACCEPT PAYPAL AS PAYMENT.

I TAKE ITEM OFFERS AS WELL, VIRTUALLY ALL PRICES ARE NEGOTIABLE TO CURRENT CASH MARKET PRICES.

Please note that float rankings may be out of date. Keep them in mind as general rankings, and check for yourself if you so wish.
Reddit DM is not a good way to contact me. Instead, add me or send a trade offer through steam.

IF YOU BLATANTLY IGNORE ANY OF THE ABOVE, I WILL INSTANTLY BLOCK YOU. READ IT.


Screenshots are unreliably hosted on csmoney. If you'd like to see screenshots, message/add me to ask for them.

Knives

[H] B/O Notes Trade Lock
Bayonet Ruby FN .007x $2400 -
M9 Bayonet Lore FN .05x $1400 -
M9 Bayonet Lore MW .07x $1090 -
Falchion Knife Sapphire FN .007x $700 -
Falchion Knife Ruby FN .008x $580 -
Butterfly Knife Doppler FN P3 .02x $590 -
Butterfly Knife Slaughter MW .09x $530 -
Karambit Tiger Tooth FN .03x $460 10/2
Skeleton Knife Blue Steel MW .08x $450 -
Karambit Doppler FN P1 .008x $430 -
Bayonet Marble Fade FN .02x $405 -
M9 Bayonet Tiger Tooth FN .04x $340 -
Butterfly Knife Crimson Web FT .37x $360 -
M9 Bayonet Doppler FN P1 .008x $322 -
Butterfly Knife Blue Steel MW .10x $325 -
Butterfly Knife Blue Steel FT .23x $310 -
Karambit Vanilla $320 -
Butterfly Knife Crimson Web BS .60x $275 -
Butterfly Knife Rust Coat BS .65x $250 -
M9 Bayonet Bright Water FN .05x $240 -
M9 Bayonet Bright Water FN .04x $240 -
Survival Knife Vanilla $210 -
Huntsman Knife Fade FN .007x 98.3% $220 -
Paracord Knife Case Hardened FT .23x $210 -
Karambit Stained FT .26x $210 -
Bowie Knife Marble Fade FN .007x $195 -
Flip Knife Doppler FN P4 .01x $197 -
M9 Bayonet Blue Steel .26x $185 -
Huntsman Knife Doppler FN P2 .03x $185 -
Stiletto Knife Tiger Tooth FN .04x $163 -
Flip Knife Lore FT .26x $167 -
M9 Bayonet Bright Water FT .22x $165 10/1
M9 Bayonet Night FT .30x $143 -
Falchion Knife Ultraviolet BS .51x $65 -

Gloves

[H] B/O Notes Trade Lock
Moto Gloves Spearmint MW .12x $3000 -
Sport Gloves Vice FT .25x $1180 -
Driver Gloves King Snake FT .25x $550 -
Sport Gloves Omega FT .21x $450 -
Specialist Gloves Fade FT .26x $400 -

Skins

[H] B/O Notes Trade Lock
Desert Eagle Blaze MW .07x $275 -
SG553 Integrale MW .08x $110 -
ST AK-47 Vulcan WW .40x $70 -
AK-47 Fuel Injector MW .10x $70 -
ST Scar-20 Crimson Web MW .12x W/ LDLC Holo $120 -

Misc

[H] B/O Screens Notes Trade Lock
51 Dota2 Arcanas $18 ea - "Good" arcanas -
$10000+ Cash (methods listed below) Skins, keys, gloves, etc. Stiletto Blue Steel .433298824x PI 999 for $65 - Various services may incur fees (I do not pay them). -

CASH:

(please note that certain methods may incur fees that I do not pay). I offer and accept payments through
I am interested in buying for cash, usually cashouts and knife/glove/skin sales.
If you're interested in cash trades, I won't go first unless you have some form of rep greater than mine.
If an item is on trade hold and you want to guarantee its purchase, you can
  1. Pay 5% of the value to reserve it and pay the other 95% once its tradeable or
  2. Pay a full (sometimes slightly discounted) price on the item.
Otherwise I will trade the item normally, as if the offer did not exist.
Tradelink
CSGORep Cashrep
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2020.10.01 11:43 Jastar22 All of my generic advertising is pregnancy, babies, marriage...

So, I have most of my ad tracking stuff turned off so my newsfeed advertising is not “specifically targeted” and all that. It’s running off the fact that I’m 25 and a female, with a long term partner.
Currently, ALL of my suggested reels and stories on ALL of my usual social media platforms are literally videos, pics and stories of pregnant women, babies and evvvverything to do with it (marriage, kids and familes, etc.). I’m childfree, all the pages I follow are the opposite of all of this type of content. I showed my partner and he was so confused, because every single suggestion was baby related stuff.
I guess the ad algorithms, or whatever runs their ads, think it’s my time to have a baby???
But also...can you filter it out, lol?
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2020.10.01 11:40 Greejatus We need to talk about the State.

How a new approach is needed in Atlantic.

Atlantic is one of the many states heading toward the edge of a fiscal cliff this year, following a tidal wave of new spending pledges from the current occupant of the Governor’s mansion. Indeed, it seems to be the trend of the modern-day, one in which fiscal responsibility has shot out of the window, and big spending is back in business. The faucet on Government spending has been opened, and from what we can see, nobody seems to want to close it off.
It has never been clearer that the State of Atlantic is running flat out toward the cliff edge of bankruptcy than it was when looking at the proposed state budget for the year - and it should worry each and every citizen of the State.
The current Governor has shown a blatant disregard for the fiscal responsibility that the people expect and deserve, and the mania of ‘spend spend spend’ appears to have spread across the entire assembly - perhaps offering a glimpse at the first major by-partisan effort the State has seen - it’s just a shame that approach is driving up debt, ramping up spending, and sending taxes soaring. Let’s take a closer look at some of the pledges in the new budget.

Cheque, please?

Debt, debt, debt. It is the narcotic of choice for the modern political class in Atlantic State, and as with all addictions, this one appears to have so great an effect on the faculties of the user, that they look through their addiction, in the hope that others will ignore it. Rather than facing up to the problem the State now has with effectively burning through the citizen’s money, the Governor signalled, quite clearly, their intention to disregard fiscal ceilings by gleefully writing themself a blank cheque on Government spending - called the budget, hand in hand with the House.
And it showed in the budget that was to soon follow. Taking spending from $409,671,302,143.00 up 63% to $669,246,059,414.00 in a single sweep of the Governors pen, the state hammered through public spending pledges like it was writing a shopping list. There was just one major problem: The money didn’t exist.
In order to meet their spending pledges, the State had to take a look at its revenues, and whilst we can cover that in greater detail later, the top line figures make for an eye-watering read. Tax revenue was to climb by 67%, up from $425,462,020,600.00 to $712,307,554,065.00 overnight. Perhaps the argument could be made that this gross increase in spending was needed? Perhaps there was some great plan being an enacted that we had yet to see?
Yet, a closer look at the figures, partnered with several new, unbudgeted spending bills shooting onto the docket within days, showed this was not to be the case.
Prisoner Education: + $200,000,000.00
In a somewhat bizarre twist, the budget placed one of the largest prisoner education programs in the history of the United States onto the bill, setting the state back some $200 million in the process, whilst axing a bill that made community college more affordable. Whilst education is a key component in rehabilitation, shutting down community colleges to fund the teaching of prisoners, especially with such a hefty price tag, seems a little excessive.
Capitol Hill Police: -$54,344,917.00
Balancing the security of the State with the need to free up funds for some of the more excessive aspects of the States legislative agenda, Atlantic has been treated to a 96% reduction in policing around our Government buildings. A somewhat risky move for the state, one which leaves the police down to £2,000,000.00 for their entire budget. With the average cost of a police officer, expenses included, sitting at $149,000.00, capitol hill would be looking at vastly reduced security, around the beating heart of the leadership of the state.
Healthcare: + $500,000,000,000.00
What is more alarming however is the half-a-trillion bill on the States heavy-handed implementation of a National Health Service. Ignoring the deeply complex approach to such a massive undertaking, the State instead opened the money faucet, once again ignoring the fact that is it not their money being poured onto this issue - it’s ours. All in all, this single expense accounts for 74.71% of the States entire budget, seeing services across the board being gutted - the lottery, commerce and trade, the State Corporation, Education, Finance, Police, the Courts - and more besides.
In total, spending increased by 63% on the previous budget, which was still decadent and excessive by any measure of the term.
And yet, the engine of silly ideas shows no sign of running out of fuel, with two more bills coming to the chamber in a single week which would see spending once again on the rise. Another healthcare act, and an uncosted nationalisation of the entire steel industry. Meanwhile, the Governor themselves, unphased by this colossal spending drive was gleefully inking their signature saying; “That is the cap off to a good week of legislative work and I anticipate further such excellent progress in this state for the rest of this session.”
But someones good week, turned into a nightmare for the state when we turn to the revenue section of the budget.

Money, Money, Money!

“Across the board, the Governor is expecting tax receipts to increase by absurd amounts to pay for this dangerous increase in spending. The budget is expecting the following, Land Value Tax, up 102%, Value Added Tax, up 92.50%, Estate Tax, up 108% - and, where the money cannot be raised, they want Federal Grants to fill the void, to the tune of $127,825,803,457.00. It’s madness - and it’s going to bankrupt the State.”
- greejatus
If the spending wasn’t enough to make a grown man cry, the way it’s being financed is. With taxes skyrocketing, an individual income tax coming back into play, the Governor hopes to bring in $712,307,554,065.00 to fund their pledges, an increase of 67% from the previous year.
But it won’t stop there. In the face of a muted opposition fro the Republicans who have all but surrendered the State, the statehouse has performed a complete open assault on the finances of the citizens of the State of Atlantic, slamming in new taxation hikes on working families, whilst failing to account for the potential for lower or reduced earnings thanks to the economic effects of the States absurd fiscal policies.
How the State is even operating with such mismanagement, is a complete mystery.
Despite this, however, there appears to be no concerted political or grassroots effort being organised across the State to bring this madness to its swift conclusion. With the Republicans either voting with the Governor, or in total and complete freefall, there appears to be no alternative than to sit back and watch the fire spread.

A New Approach

But there must come a time when enough, is enough.
We need, as citizens of this state, a fiscally responsible approach to managing this state, and a movement to bring this State back from the brink of collapse. Let me be clear, time is running out and we need to act, and to act quickly.
With borrowing on the rise, spending out of control and taxation climbing faster than ever, a non-partisan approach to the Governor’s role is required, and as an economist myself, I intend to give it a shot myself. We need an approach that focuses instead on good, common sense management, with a clear desire to bring public spending back under control and to urgently take a magnifying glass to the fiscal processes, we all follow.
M: Turns out I used the wrong budget. What a massive waste of time.
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2020.10.01 11:37 AJohnsonOrange Sourness with Moka Bialetti

Hi,

This has been asked a few times, but there always seems to be contradiciton in the answers so I wondered if anyone could help.
I currently am using these beans and this grinder. I'm pretty new to all of this and have never ground my own coffee before, so I don't know if the grinder is the issue. I was told it should be coarser than espresso grinds and I thought I'd matched the pictures I've seen but there is a bit of variety in grind size in there by the end.
I'm using a Moka Bialetti which was a gift and I can't say how many cups the sizing is, but I do know that I can fit about 20-21 grams of coffee grinds in there without tamping it down (which I understand you don't do) and just have to smooth over the top.
I don't have a gas hob, so I brew on electric set to 6 of 9 which means coffee starts to enter the upper chamber after about a minute. Water in the bottom chamber is hot when I put it in there but not boiling (boil kettle then leave it for a minute while I grind and fill).
So that's my stats. I've found that the coffee is coming out more sour than bitter and it's incredibly noticable. I heard slower brew time can shift from sour to bitter, but that seems...not possible with a Moka Bialetti because of how it works, so my next assumption is that it's too coarse grind. I'll upload a pic off my phone in a mo. If that IS the problem, is it worth me investing in a different grinder and keep this one for just French Press coffee where the biggeuneven grind won't be as noticable?
Edit: pic of grinds post brew: https://imgur.com/iy9S6rS.jpg
Edit 2: after discussions we're going to buy a single batch of dark roast pre-ground stovetop-grind coffee from a local producer, try it in the Moka and see how it goes, then for Christmas I'm going to probably be getting a burr grinder. My partner wants one of those gooseneck kettles with a temperature monitoring heater for her tea, and when she does I'll look at what I can do with that for coffee!
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2020.10.01 11:36 teddyhater Dating and don't want kids

I'm 24 and single and I'm 100% sure I don't want kids and have been like this for a few years now.
Any advice on when/how to bring this up whilst dating?
I personally feels its super important to be on the same page about wanting/not wanting children so would like to bring it up in early conversations. But I don't want to scare people away by 'getting too serious too quickly' but it's not like I'm here to mess around I'm here to find my life partner.
Also does it scare a guy away by saying I don't want children early on?
Help!
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2020.10.01 11:34 GeneticMoo Looking for a bouncing ball creature alife sim from late 80s/90s?

I remember seeing this early Alife project (I'm guessing from the late 80s / 90s) which had a single cartoon landscape scene with various levels or hills and then there were these round shaped bouncing creatures about 10 of them different pastel colours which would bounce up and down and into each other and the features on the landscape. I guess they we're looking for food and water and a partner to breed with. Perhaps they were chasing each other. There was a series of variable parameters which were for things like hunger, thirst, happiness, aggression etc.. The parametrs were changed and the emergent interactions would change. This would have been an early Alife project looking at agent behaviour and instincts, decision making, adaptation etc. Does anyone recognise this?
It is not Creatures (it wasn't as complex as that) but it had the landscape and agents in common with that. The visuals were in color and probably 8 bit. I saw it online in about 2008 but have never been able to find it since. Another in the never ending succession of disappearing Alife projects.
If I can find the paper / research links then I'd be interested in bringing them back to life in an online environment.

Thanks
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2020.10.01 11:34 SingleMalelover Certain things that helped me when meeting couples as a single man -

I’m a 28 year old SM from South Asia who’s been meeting swinger couples for a few years now.
Obviously not everyone will be able to relate to what I say due to cultural differences, sex itself is a taboo topic in this part of the world .
English isn’t my first language , so pardon any grammatical errors .
Again I would like to point out , this is only my POV. I had a lot more to add but this seems a little too much lol.
Pardon my grammatical errors
And to the single males out there hope this helpful.
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2020.10.01 11:13 MentalCelOmega Getting Ready to Resign to My Fate

It has come to my conclusion that some people were not meant to be born. I say this, because some people are born into this world, whether out of some mental or physical disability, or living in a sordid environment, that life is simply not suitable for them. And no matter how hard they try to ascend, they simply cannot due to some force that is preventing them from doing so. That force is fate. Unfortunately for me, I am one of those individuals.

I would regard myself as a failed human, an individual who can barely be considered human. Because of my health conditions, one of them being autism, my life has been fated for failure. All of my life, I have been subjected to failure, bullying, and isolation. I am almost thirty, and I have never had a single friend, nor have I ever obtained a female as a partner. Every job that I have had has only lasted a few months because of discrimination.

Around my mid twenties, I went on a self-improvement binge, hoping that I can change my life. I tried eating better, adopting a fitness routine, a skin care routine, dental care routing, hair care routine, adopting new hobbies that are more favorable to normies, and learning human psychology to act like a normal person. I was hoping that maybe, by doing these things, I can have a better life. But fate did not want me to do so.

My fitness did not improve. What did improve was that I got two hernias that cannot be operated and cause me pain every waking hour. I still come off as an awkward robot who cannot talk to people and have caused me to be furthered bullied and ostracized by the masses. I still do not have friends or a partner, I am still living on slave wages; nothing will change. The final kickers were what happened recently. My gums have now become permanently inflamed, making me look even uglier than I am. I tried to play an instrument, only to realize my fingers were too small to play, causing me to rage quit. It seems like no matter what I do, life will find some way to make sure I fail, that I do not move forward. People do not change. Your life has been predetermined by your environment and by your genes. Once a failure, always a failure.

And everywhere I go, I constantly see people hanging out with friends, going on dates, being happy. It's not fair. I DESERVE IT MORE. I would give up one my limbs if I could have their life. If I could be allowed to live. But I can't. And I am now so used to it that I can no longer leave it. If this is what my life is going to be life for next couple of decades, then I see no reason to live, other than to be fate's punching bag.
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2020.10.01 10:54 Ehshsh88 Plz help I relapsed 12 days ago after 94 days clean and sober

I overdosed again it keeps happening not sure if it a overdose or not but I end up in hospital every single time I’ve extremely bad anxiety when I take coke and it causes me lots off physical pains in believe they might be in my mind I always take myself to hospital anyway this relapse has affected me greatly I’ve lost my spirituality I feel lost upset angry at myself I’m hurting so bad I could have died and left my loved ones without me I’m so disgusted in myself ashamed I hate myself I felt purpose and meaning in my 94? Days clean and sober and now I feel lost upset angry confused why did I do it again everything was fine but I felt it wasn’t I’d split with my partner and he was sending me abusive messages everyday and photos off alcohol and stuff and it tipped me over edge I wish I didn’t let it affect me but it did and now I blame myself I should have be stronger
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2020.10.01 10:34 anonpurplekitty Dating someone much less experienced, help!

Hi all, so, I (30F) recently met a lovely guy on Tinder who is a year older than me. For relevance I've had a series of LTRs in my 20s including living together with guys and a variety of dating/ situationships the past two years I've been single. He was sweet and charming and we spent about an actual week talking before deciding to meet up. He's living with a significant long term health problem but I knew that from a few days into talking, had a think and did the head and heart work and decided to go for it.
So we went on a bar date last week. Seemed to go really well. Both of us drank a lot more than we'd normally do. We ended up hooking up (yes, I'm classy like that). He confessed overnight he's got very little experience dating and I was actually one of his first, no LTRs. He said it was a combination of being very career focussed, and a little held back by his health issue. I was maybe a little hesitant about what to do moving forward since I'm a little wary that dating and my previous relationships has given me a good idea of what is important to me in a relationship, and what's a deal-breaker for me.
We've got another date arranged in a few days (with less alcohol and more clothes). I've had a load of mixed signals this week, between occasional messages referencing last week's meet being hot and then a much lower level of communication this week. It comes across as blowing hot and cold, but I'm unsure if it's genuinely hot and cold. Maybe a little hesitant and pumping the brakes since what happened last week felt like things progressing at warp speed past what I'm used to, so god knows how he feels. I'm struggling to identify what's normal to expect with less experienced partners and I'm trying to stay open minded and enthusiastic about this possibility.
Lovely over30s, do you have any similar experience? Any advice as to how to manage this and my expectations? Are/were you lacking experience comparatively and didn't know how to manage the dating scenarios?
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