steventangent Posted March 4, 2013 Share Posted March 4, 2013 you have that in common with a lot of people i know. Aww. I KID U MIKE! You're one of the few people I can keep straight here. Haha. Confession: I'm really bad at being a good message board poster. I forget which usernames are associated with which person, and I don't hold the kind of epic grudges that make for consistent LOLs or provide any sort of continuity of dialogue. I often feel like each post I make here may as well be the first one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
suchashorttime Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Yeah man, I've been doing it for a few years now. At first I was hesitant because trimming your pits is something girls do. The next day after I did it when I didn't have to change my shirt midday made me realize I can never go back. i am so stoked to see this. i've been shaving my pits for probably 8 years now and take shit from all of my dude friends every time i go to the lake or take my shirt off. i'm a pretty hairy dude, too. but armpit hair is so useless, there's no reason not to shave it. ain't nothin' manly about it. confession: i am diligent with keeping my armpit hair trimmed because i am convinced i use less deodorant (less surface area?). i've had the same stick for about 7 months. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 i don't shave clean. put on a 2 extension, and at least leave something there so it's not noticeable. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nobodybrokeurheart Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 OH YEAH. omgpop pictionary! i already have an account there. let's pictionary & aim this weekend, gang. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emo Revival Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 i don't shave clean. put on a 2 extension, and at least leave something there so it's not noticeable. That's the exact same level I use on my trimmer. I've tried lower and it just looks weird, and higher its to much and I still sweat a ton. 2 works perfectly. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
suchashorttime Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 That's the exact same level I use on my trimmer. I've tried lower and it just looks weird, and higher its to much and I still sweat a ton. 2 works perfectly. used to do that. then i got a different trimmer and just went for it. it's liberating, really. touch it up once a month or so. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronniegwilliams Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Confessions - Sometimes I wear concealer to cover up blemishes - I sleep on my couch instead of my king size bed every night because it doesn't feel as lonely Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oohdoiloveyou Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Confessions - Sometimes I wear concealer to cover up blemishes - I sleep on my couch instead of my king size bed every night because it doesn't feel as lonely That second confession is a real bummer, dude. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronniegwilliams Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 That second confession is a real bummer, dude. Well, I'm not too stoked on it either; at least I have a really comfy couch. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Me and my roommate sleep together sometimes. If we fall asleep talking or something. We're really close, I've known her crazy ass for 16 years. Otherwise if I don't have someone in my bed I surround myself in pillows. Hashtag lonely Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Green Tea Papi Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I have 2 pillows one for my head and another for me to cuddle I fall asleep 10x slower without the second pillow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yocaseycasey Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Madie, you never confessed who the VC crush was! I placed a bet! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oohdoiloveyou Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I guess I'm glad to have a big bed all to myself now because I don't have to deal with anyone farting all over me in my sleep. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yocaseycasey Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I have 2 pillows one for my head an and for me to cuddle I fall asleep 10x slower without the second pillow. Eric, you're 15. You have no idea what love and romance is yet. Trust me, if you are this emotional in high school, some girl in college is going to ruin your life. zacaroo21, maneatingcow, onlettingjoe and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bigbruise Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I guess I'm glad to have a big bed all to myself now because I don't have to deal with anyone farting all over me in my sleep. Farting all over me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Green Tea Papi Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Eric, you're 15. You have no idea what love and romance is yet. Trust me, if you are this emotional in high school, some girl in college is going to ruin your life. Sad I know this is very true. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
killerofjoy605 Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 -I sleep with my laptop because it's my only friend. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Green Tea Papi Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 -I sleep with my laptop because it's my only friend. My laptop is hotter than me, I am some how okay with this. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abovetheearth Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I slept on my couch and recliner for two years right after school. I shut down. Then during my first marriage I did it again. I don't know why I do it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 so i'm not really sure what the purpose of me going on about this is.. other than just getting it off my chest, really. because at this point, isn't this just a giant therapy session? oh, pre-emptive tf'nl;dr. --- when i was 19, i was working at hollister. i had been there for about 5 months, when christina started. i mean, every girl that worked with me was a total smoke show. but she showed up, and every guy was in love. i crushed on most of the girls i worked with regularly, because i was young, and never had the ability to talk to such good looking girls. but there was just *something* about her. but it wasn't long before she started dating the tall, good looking hockey player. oh well. no big deal. cut to a year later. i had established myself, found some swag, and had hooked up with about 4 of the appointed "top 10 babes". that's when hockey bro dumped christina. it wasn't long before she started showing her attraction (thanks myspace!), and we hooked up at a party one night. after this happening a few more times, she invited me over one night. i ended up staying over. and then stayed right through the next night too. i knew. i just knew that this was something amazing. and i was right. despite a treacherous beginning that saw her question whether or not she wanted to be committed (having just gotten out of about a year), i just refused to give up. aside from some meaningless high school girlfriends that i never once slept with, i was in my first real relationship. within 3 months, i told her i loved her. but honestly, i probably could have said it that first night. the NMH lyric "this is the room one afternoon i knew i could love you"... i wrote that on the inside of her closet the day that we moved in together 4 years later. there were somewhere between 3-6 breakups in between. lasting anywhere from 1 - 10 months. but it was the second one that changed everything. it happened within weeks of our one-year. it came out of absolutely no where, and she immediately began dating another guy. i was beyond crushed. i was stunned. i was angry. and the ONLY thing i could do to get over her was find any little thing i could use to fuel hatred. the day she came crawling back, i laughed at her. a week later, she was in my bed, and i told her i still loved her. because i did. but the problem was that all the hatred i mustered up... i couldn't shake that. you can't just go forgetting stuff like that. once we got back together, i had the mindset of "you're lucky i took you back", and it was just toxic. but at the same time, i still loved her beyond comprehension. there wasn't a moment that i didn't want her with me. but when you treat someone who loves you like they don't deserve you, it takes its toll. (she probably doesn't deserve me. high school drop out, couldn't make it through 2 semesters of college, could barely hold a job.. so she never had money, or even a bank account. almost never had a car, and even when she did she'd lapse on her insurance, or miss a couple payments and it would get repo'd.) when we fought, there was no holding back. we would say absolutely vile things to each other. i would punch walls and damn-near break my hand. oh, and we fought quite often. to the contrary, we didn't fuck nearly enough. it was usually the result of her just passing out early or something. but it was like she held sex hostage. and it drove me crazy, because our sex was THE BEST. and this would all eventually lead to a break up. where we would basically compete to find someone new as quickly as possible. on the heels of one serious dry-spell, i called it off. i went out that night to the bar that we and our friends would spend 3-4 nights a week at. and i met this girl, leah, who was always there, who i was always attracted to. we kind of dated for a little while, and i hit my stride and had 3 other girls on the side. but leah's friends were a blast, and a couple of my guy friends reaped the benefits of this as well. we had one of the best months of partying and debauchery ever. but i was still in love with christina. and she was involved with a total piece of shit. despite being broken up, we still spent our would-be anniversary together, and made sweet sweet love all night long. so we got back together, and this lead to one of the healthiest stretches of our history. until her and leah became literal best friends. she never really had many friends while we were together. there were one or two girls, who were my friends too. but if she hung out with anyone else it was my friends or her family. so when she became a part of leah's group, apparently she didn't have time for me anymore. her inability to handle a relationship and friendship simultaneously goes back to her inability to hold a job or any sort of responsibility. this split felt like a divorce. as bad as the first one i mentioned was, this was inexplicably worse. i cried almost every single day. obsessed over her social network pages, and tried anything and everything i could to convince her that i could change for her. that's when i took to weed, and i would get fucked up every single day. it was always with friends, but still. this lasted about 10 months, and i think i had sex twice during that period. which only made it worse. once again, she came back. her awesome best friends left her high & dry, and i found myself holding her while she cried in my arms, apologizing on an overpass one june night. i remember telling her that i couldn't do this again. maybe in the long future. but not at that time.. because i was happy and things were going well. then my grandfather passed, and she was there when i needed her to be. things were back on in a matter of weeks, and this was the iteration that found us finally living together. we always thought that would fix all of our problems. unfortunately, i was dedicated to my friends. i already spent every single night hanging out with them. this had a substantial affect when she would cook me dinner, i'd be out the door, and she'd be sleeping once i got home. again, still not having nearly enough sex. and i was at the point that being around her family gave me terrible anxiety. more fights. more and more fights. until one day she sent me to the grocery store, and asked me to get ice cream while i was there. ice cream sandwiches caught my eye while i was browsing, so i grabbed those. but she didn't ask for ice cream sandwiches. she asked for ice cream. so we fought. i put a hole in the wall. she hit me. we called each other things i've blocked from my memory. and this was the moment that we both knew that it was over. neither of us even had to say it. this was the room one afternoon i knew we could no longer do this. i left the house aimlessly. ended up walking around the city with a blank look on my face. during this, a guy approached me. telling me he was new to the area, and looking for friends. also told me i was very handsome while i tried to conjure up even a coherent sentence to let him know that i couldn't possibly appease him. as hallow as i felt after everything, i still felt terrible for this guy. i didn't see her until 2 days later when she came back to get her stuff- almost all the furniture in the bedroom. i'm still angry at myself for this one, because she entered the room to the sight of her teddy bear hanged from the ceiling fan. that's a confession right there.. i've never had the guts to tell anyone about that before. but that's just how ugly things were between us. fortunately, that was pretty much the last blow. after a month or two passed, we were able to hang out. but since then we haven't so much as hugged. she started dating. another guy named ryan. which might be worth a chuckle. except her high school boyfriend was ryan. and that shit head i mentioned earlier? also ryan. plus another ryan. and now this one. this summer will mark two years for them. they live together in boston, and he makes six figures, so she finally has someone to show her the good life, and take her around the country, and go to all the awesome music festivals. and of course she was never candid in telling me about any of this. i mean, the festivals and stuff.. fine. but i wanted to spit in her face the day she told me his income. true story, i have no fucking clue what this guy looks like. i have avoided all pictures of him. because i simply do not want to know. next wednesday will be two years since i bought those ice cream sandwiches. and things were pretty tough for a while.. wondering if i'd ever find anyone like her again. having found something at least resembling love with Jamie last year, it eased the pain. finally gave me something else to refer to. but the fact is, i spent the better part of 5 years with her by my side. we did everything together. shit, i cred while brand new played the boy who blocked his own shot the first time we saw them together. i've just never had anything close to that connection. no sex even close to the level that we did. and the head? unless a porno bitch sucks my cock, i don't think i will EVER get it that good again. we literally *fit* inside of each other. i recently read something that suggested that getting over a lost love is not always realistic. and nothing has ever made more sense to me. i was always terrified that i would never get over her. but maybe i'm not supposed to? maybe i'm just supposed to love those 5 years and everything that came with them for the rest of my life. we haven't seen each other since june. which is fucking crazy to me. but again, she's on the other side of the state. and that last time we hung out, we were getting drinks at an outdoor bar in boston, and got caught in torrential rain. i was lucky to find a little umbrella, and we shared that while we walked the next two miles to my car. the umbrella was nearly useless, and we were both drenched. i was 4 days away from my girlfriend FINALLY coming to visit, and in that moment i don't think there was anything i wanted more than to kiss her. instead, i dropped her off, we said our wet goodbyes, and that was it. we still talk occasionally. she even asked me to meet up with her on her birthday last month since i was going to be in the area anyway. even before a snow storm took over, i couldn't possibly bring myself to do it. because every once in a while, we'll share a series of texts, and i can. not. help. but let my imagination take over. the days of crying myself to sleep and thinking that i'll never find love again have long passed. but i still look at pictures of her and see that person who i was convinced i was going to spend the rest of my life with. i wonder when i'm going to get that phone call that she wants to see me. and an innocent hang out turns into yet another moment of passion taking over. we've each grown so much since then. well, i imagine she has at least. she went to cosmetology school (which i told her was a horrible idea when she came up with it 6 years ago. oops.) and has a job doing something she seems to actually enjoy for a change. i just can't help but wonder if just maybe some real time apart could actually give us a real chance again. maybe it's the fact that i considered those 5 years "lost" for a while. i considered that relationship the biggest failure of my life.. simply in the sense that it.. well.. failed. maybe i just do still love her. but i literally have not had the guts to say this to any of my friends. because when you break up and get back together with someone so many times, people frankly just do not want to hear it. especially when those people have tried so hard to tell you that you're better than her. but i literally cannot avoid comparing any girl i develop feelings for to her. and now it's two hours later, and i've paid close to no attention to the monday night program that i'm glued to on a weekly basis. i can't imagine anyone is actually going to read this. and i don't know what i'm even trying to accomplish having written it. maybe i just needed this to pre-empt tomorrow night's post. 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Guest Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Eric, you're 15. You have no idea what love and romance is yet. Trust me, if you are this emotional in high school, some girl in college is going to ruin your life. see above. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alogical Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I am not the youngest person on these boards, since TeenageEric seems to actually be 15? Or am I stupid. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
killerofjoy605 Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 I am not the youngest person on these boards, since TeenageEric seems to actually be 15? Or am I stupid. Meh I'm 17 so you've got me beat. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alogical Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Meh I'm 17 so you've got me beat. *I am older than two people here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oohdoiloveyou Posted March 5, 2013 Share Posted March 5, 2013 Damn, Ry Bread, that was one intense/toxic relationship you had. I read the whole thing. I can't even comprehend how you made it through all of that because if I were you I'd still be a wreck. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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