I knew the apartment wasn’t empty the moment I stepped in the door. And the moment the smell it hit my nose, my face furrowed in disgust. It was harsh and metallic, the smell of something that shouldn’t be there.
“It’s made to be an addiction. You get all the sex and/or human connection you want…”
When he does and suggests you dial back the “Relationship” to a “relationship” with a lower case “r”, you’ll turn into Your Own Worst Nightmare. I flipped my hair around so much I think I pulled a muscle in my arm.
Missed Connections provides a space for individuals to post ads seeking strangers they previously encountered in real life. It is an online forum for those who are lusting, lonely, and/or curious about others.
Detroit area. A guy wanted to trade for a coffin. Claimed it was never used, but it was still f*cking creepy.
I would’ve paid money to see the girlfriend’s face when she saw this.
“For $100/hour I will come to your holiday party dressed as the Elf on the Shelf and sit in any location you assign me while I stare emptily at your guests for the duration of the event.”
There is so much wrong with this story.
You and he ruined my life, stole the life I spent 15 years trying to built with him, destroyed my identity… I wish I could say I “wish you the best,” but it’s more like “I think you’re about to get what you deserve.”
“I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself.”