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Sometimes we are in relationships where we are not treated well. In fact, sometimes we find ourselves in relationships where we are treated terribly- our goals undermined, our confidence ridiculed. To that, we offer you words of wisdom from Lady Gaga herself. If she’s been there, we all have.

Quoted in NY Daily News back in 2010 she stated, “I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.”

And look at where she is now. On. Top. Of. The. World. BOOM.

Have faith in yourself and your dreams, and don’t let anyone tell you you’re not good enough. In the end, you’re all you need.

Xoxo

Has anyone ever been in this situation? Like all I do is work and on weekends I never have plans other than gym, then after that I just stay in bed all day and look forward to dinner where I would usually cook a meal or order take out. I'm considering working a part time job on the weekends just so I won't stay home at rot all day. I had an unproductive 3 day weekend doing nothing. I planned a trip with friends but they had other plans with their s/o so I just ended up staying home all weekend.

I'm 36 years old now and lost my social circle as I grew older, since they all got married and had kids/have kids on the way and just stay in most of the time. I don't know if I'm depressed but even after work I have no desire to do anything other than lay in bed and browse on my phone/watch Netflix. I also miss having a g/f but I don't know if I'm at the right mindset for a girlfriend at the moment or to be dating, I am trying anyway. I just want to meet new people in my age bracket, Ive looked at meet up and other dating websites but not a lot of people seem to be in my area and the others are just an older crowd. I literally only have one friend I can call but this guy is just so boring and all he wants to do is eat out then go home. He's not social either so he's more like an eat out buddy

I also notice myself reminiscing about the past times with my ex when we would always have plans, go on vacations/getaways together every holiday, and wishing I can re-live those moments but I know it will never happen. That's why i joined here on this site to make some changes

Any advice guys? Leave your comments here

I was riding my bike on my university’s campus the other evening when I heard two women loudly arguing. I looked around to see where the noise was coming from and realized it was a pair of ladies sitting next to one another on a bench- so close they were obviously friends- but were shouting VERY loudly at each other.

As I rode closer, I heard the following conversation…

Woman #1: “YOU SLEPT WITH MY HUUUUSBAND!”

Woman #2: “I KNOW, BUT I APOLOGIIIIIIZED”.

Woman #1: “BUT. YOU SLEPT. WITH. MY. HUSBAND.” (She was clapping her hands together by this point for effect).

Woman #2: “Shit. But I said I’M SORRY!!”

The convo chat was so ridiculous I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! So personal! I rode by and quickly snap-chatted by friend to tell her what had just gone down.

Based on where the women were sitting on campus and attire, etc. I could tell they were also colleagues. Yikes......

The scenario made me very glad not to be involved and VERY glad to be single!

This has happened to us several times recently. You’re riding on the subway or walking up the stairs in a public setting, turn your head and there’s some guy’s butt in your face. His pants are sagging below his butt and his underwear is hanging out. Here is an example:

Really nice, right? To be honest, the kind of thing we’ve been seeing more recently is more like this:

We’re talking the whole butt.

There has been a lot of debate over the past few years about sagging, and whether guys should even be penalized by the police for wearing their pants like this. We don’t think it needs to get that far, but guys, seriously, PULL UP YOUR PANTS! Ladies don’t want to be hanging out with a guy with his underwear and butt cheeks hanging out.

In college I hooked up with girls, as did many other young women at my college. One of my first experiences was with an older girl, let’s call her Elise, who I thought was so incredibly beautiful and awesome. She seduced me quickly and before I knew it, I was driving her car around and sleeping in her room almost every night. I felt that we were serious and she led on the image that we were serious too.

One night I came to her room on a week night after being awake late studying with friends. I climbed in bed and laid there, wide awake and unable to sleep from caffeine. Just as I was drifting off, I heard someone open her door and looked up from bed to see who was coming into the room. It was really dark and perhaps I had my suspicions about what this late night visit (no knock or anything) might indicate, so I said nothing and laid still. After crossing the room quietly, a person reached out her hand to the bed as if she was going to climb in. “Um HELLO,” I said sitting up, instantly realizing by her outline and stammering voice that it was a class mate of Elise, let’s call her “messy ponytail girl”. “Oh. Um. Hey”, messy ponytail girl stammered, “…I came to ask you about our media studies project…” trailing off. Blatant total lie. Elise replied with some equally shoddy and unbelievable retort and messy ponytail girl exited the room. I laid there for a second fuming and then said “What the FUCK was that? Why the fuck would she come to your room and come over to the bed like she was going to CLIMB in it with you??” Elise replied that absolutely nothing was going on and that I was being paranoid. I swallowed my discontent and went to sleep.

Sure enough it was only a matter of days before it came out that Elise and messy ponytail girl had been seeing each other on the sly and quickly becoming an item. Elise and I ended things (I was completely disgusted) and she and messy ponytail girl went on to date for two years. To this day I consider Elise a complete liar for her dishonesty and actions.

Sometimes it takes a late night intruder to make one’s true colors come out.

There is a waiter at the restaurant where I work part time shifts who started to get really creepy with me in a sexually harassing manner. He would moan loudly whenever we were in physical proximity, sometimes grab at my sides, and call me sexy.

After the second night of this behavior I told him to stop because he was making me very uncomfortable. I have since found out that numerous other waitresses have threatened to sue him for his behavior.

I have also since found out he is the owners’ favorite employee! And, wait for it, he is married with an infant daughter. Disgusting.

But like the saying goes 'there's is trap for every town rat'

Though it has been a while now but I thought i needed to share this little funny and awkward encounter I had during my last vacation.

It was two years back while on vacation in Granada, Nicaragua, i went out one beautiful evening to enjoy the view of the city in all of it glory. Whilewalking past two old men I politely tell them ‘excuse me,’ in Spanish. They’ve occupied the whole sidewalk, and they were both drunk; you could tell by the way that they’re swaying and clinging to each other. They eye me as I pass. They say not a word, i started to think 'Will I make it past them without a cat-call, I wonder? I pray I will. My prayers weren’t answered.
“Ayyyy, que bonita,” the one guy hisses. I quicken my step. “Let’s have sex,” the other says, in clear and practiced English. Each man must be at least seventy years old, and they wear suits and ties and gel in their hair. Where do these old men learn their pickup lines? Que horrible.

It was a lovely winter evening and a group of us girls were out at one of the trendiest spots in Swansea,West Glamorgan. The beautiful people were out in full force. We stumbled into the game room (pool, checkers, backgammon) and challenged each other to a checkers match.

We had a few cocktails by this point, so failed to notice the abandoned wallet just next to the table until one of our friends asked us if it was ours. It wasn’t. We are not a shy bunch, so we dove right in…

-Tattered Louis Vuitton wallet
-Great license pic, 6’3, blue eyed man, donor! Swoon. (who looks better in their pic than in person, right? wrong, we learned!)
-Potentially winning lotto tickets, check. (The guy has dreams!)
-$6 cash money
-Back of a receipt – perfect!

We were feeling bold and giddy, so we decided to leave our phone numbers (no names, just numbers and a few emoticons) before turning the wallet into the bar.

The next morning rolls around and we get a group text from “wallet guy” thanking us for being such “honest people” and asking us to a drink to repay us. Score!

We decided on a low-key beer garden for the following Friday at 9…

Some of our friends told us we were stupid for leaving both of our numbers. That if we both liked him, it’d ruin our friendship.

On the contrary, there’s safety in numbers. We showed up promptly at 9 and got some drinks. We decided we were going to wait for wallet guy to reach out, so we scoped out the scene and speculated which guy it would be.

9:15 rolls around. No text. 9:30, no call.

A little after 9:30 I got a text from a different number saying “We are here…” Weird and sorta creepy. I directed the guy over to meet us, he was sort of a deer in the headlights at this point since we knew what he looked like and he hadn’t spotted us yet. … When we did make eye contact, the three of us laughed.

He sat down to join us and we instantly noticed he had a tattoo on his finger of a wedding band. My friend asked him about his tattoo and he said he was divorced and that all he has to show for it are his wedding ring tattoo on his finger and his ex-wife’s name tattooed on his side. EEK. He then proceeded to talk about his ex-wife for the next 5 minutes. I think rule #1 of divorce is that you don’t talk about it during anything resembling a date.

We changed the topic and wallet guy’s buddy came over to join us. Not long into chatting this friend reveals that he has had five DUI’s and dropped out of College after a semester. Seriously, kid was dumb as rocks. Snorted himself silly a decade ago. We all took out our IDs, since it’s only fair that we got to see wallet guy’s and he never saw ours. His friend started by pulling his ID out and in his picture, he was legit looking off to the left, capturing his aloof stoned look for all future law enforcement to see. We passed around ours and wallet guy looked at my friend’s and says (direct quote): “5’5…130…I’d tear your ass up.” (Yes, this is what we were dealing with.)

We bantered for a bit and nothing noteworthy was said. Something about them not eating dinner and doing sit-ups later to work off their beers.

Then, they wanted to go to another bar. No way, Jose!! We respectfully declined and wallet guy walked us to the door like a meathead acting like a gentleman.

We wasted no time walking to the car – and as we were we looked over to see wallet guy and his sidekick walking out of the bar with two other girls!! Just like that.

Moral of the story: We will not be leaving our numbers in lost wallets. The fact that the guy lost it should say something.

I was going out with this guy I know from work to a bowling club. Once there, he informed me that the name his friends call him is Superman and insisted that I refer to him by that name throughout the night. He also showed me where he had intentionally created a Superman logo tan on his chest – by legitimately painting his chest with sunscreen in the logo and waiting to get burnt everywhere else!

During the same night, he also insisted that I pay and said, “you’re so lucky to have someone like me around”. I thought I could forgive his obvious lack of experience with women/general lack of social skills and told myself that I would just stick with it through one date. The final straw though was when he started singing “Whistle” by Flo-Rida and making suggestive movements to the words “blow my whistle baby”! I made an excuse and bolted towards the door, but before I could get out of the date, he grabbed my hand, kissed me and asked me to be his girlfriend. This was on the second date, after having known each other for less than a week! No, thanks – next!

deserve it. Even after he revealed he had two children (by two different mothers), that wasn’t a show stoppeAbout 8 years ago, I was dating a guy I was way too good for this guy, even though he didn’t r for me. I was so naive and full-hearted that I brushed away any evidence that he was a) an asshole or b) cheating on me. Of course, he was, both of those things. 

When reality first began to dawn on me I was crushed, heartbroken. I guess I must have gone through an angry phase too, although I don’t really remember feeling angry when I did this next thing; however it was pretty spiteful so I have to assume it was motivated in part by anger.

He wanted some things back that he had left at my place… Of course, I said, come get them. Among these things was a t.shirt that said “PIMPIN’ AIN’T EASY.” (I know, okay, I told you he was an asshole.) Looking at this stupid, stupid article of clothing I was suddenly hit with a brilliant idea. I went to work with scissors, needle and thread in a way that would have made my grandmother proud (unless she knew the result I had in mind). Carefully I cut apart each letter, carefully I rearranged them, carefully I sewed them back together. I folded the shirt and put it in the stack of items for Mr. Big Pimpin’ to collect. When he came to gather his things I was calm, kind even- “I wish you the best” and all that. I kissed his cheek and watched him walk away with his belongings, including a shirt now bearing the message “I AM A TINY PENIS.”

Now I have my life back to normal and has work out my self esteem and I have join a dating #www.DominoDate.com to help me find my perfect match