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Hi everyone, I'm located near Boston and looking for someone to join me this Saturday at Okemo. It's supposed to snow and be amazing. I have a car. Advance level.

Reference strand. There is “double” jump using L1 to attach twice to get to next harpy which I have landed on or near but from jumping rock to next platform towards final kills me. Also get stuck on the harpy piece rock and only to go back to trying the double again is jump off rock, die , restart try double again. I have used a Hunter in the past which was successful to complete mission. Now using a Warlock which isn’t working. Any idea what I am doing wrong? Thank you.

Preface: 23 y.o. male at time of accident
NYE 2012. I smoked a blunt for the first time, and (the equivalent of) overdosed. Legs felt weak, had to sit down.
I smoked it in at the bottom of my road, so I sat down on a neighbour so outside wall (roughly 4ft high). Next thing I knew I woke up on the pavement looking up. I later found out from friends that were with me that I had fallen head first onto the concrete sidewalk, from about 4 ft high. I am 99.999999% I had a concussion.
Anyway, next day, all was fine - no anxiety. Obvious scars and bloody face but nothing else.
About two weeks later, I decide to play soccer with friends. The ball hit the back of head from behind. I immediately fell to my knees, and from what I remember, was dizzy etc. then it kind of just went.
15 mins later, we left and had a short walk to the local restaurant. Half way there, I had immense lain in my stomach and groin area. I fell to my knees again on the sidewalk near the restaurant. I then managed to walk to the restaurant and immediately went into the toilet.
I felt sick, anxious, weird, nauseous, etc. then, cur my first panic attack.
Even since then, a whole 12 years, I had had Generalized Anxiety Disorder (diagnosed 2013).
How does that even happen? I don’t understand how hitting my head would cause that? Did I accidentally damage my amygdala/hippocampus when falling?
Thanks.

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Hopeless romantic here looking to hopefully find the one! Looking to find the one. I'm hoping to find someone I can stay at home with and go out to the beach, go out to places with, learn to ballroom dance, have a picnic date, stay in during a rainy night and watch movies/ tv shows together. Looking for the cliche moments from rom-coms but also more 😊. I'm also willing to chat/ hangout to be friends before we start a relationship. We can watch a movie, tv show, anime together online if you don't live near by.
Looking for someone who is open minded. 18-35 (might be open to anyone older if we vibe). Someone who is willing to meet up later in the future. I'm fine with someone who smokes Marijuana but no other drugs or cigarettes. Can be from anywhere.
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Preface: 23 y.o. male at time of accident
NYE 2012. I smoked a blunt for the first time, and (the equivalent of) overdosed. Legs felt weak, had to sit down.
I smoked it in at the bottom of my road, so I sat down on a neighbour so outside wall (roughly 4ft high). Next thing I knew I woke up on the pavement looking up. I later found out from friends that were with me that I had fallen head first onto the concrete sidewalk, from about 4 ft high. I am 99.999999% I had a concussion.
Anyway, next day, all was fine - no anxiety. Obvious scars and bloody face but nothing else.
About two weeks later, I decide to play soccer with friends. The ball hit the back of head from behind. I immediately fell to my knees, and from what I remember, was dizzy etc. then it kind of just went.
15 mins later, we left and had a short walk to the local restaurant. Half way there, I had immense lain in my stomach and groin area. I fell to my knees again on the sidewalk near the restaurant. I then managed to walk to the restaurant and immediately went into the toilet.
I felt sick, anxious, weird, nauseous, etc. then, cur my first panic attack.
Even since then, a whole 12 years, I had had Generalized Anxiety Disorder (diagnosed 2013).
How does that even happen? I don’t understand how hitting my head would cause that? Did I accidentally damage my amygdala/hippocampus when falling?
Thanks.

Preface: 23 y.o. male at time of accident
NYE 2012. I smoked a blunt for the first time, and (the equivalent of) overdosed. Legs felt weak, had to sit down.
I smoked it in at the bottom of my road, so I sat down on a neighbour so outside wall (roughly 4ft high). Next thing I knew I woke up on the pavement looking up. I later found out from friends that were with me that I had fallen head first onto the concrete sidewalk, from about 4 ft high. I am 99.999999% I had a concussion.
Anyway, next day, all was fine - no anxiety. Obvious scars and bloody face but nothing else.
About two weeks later, I decide to play soccer with friends. The ball hit the back of head from behind. I immediately fell to my knees, and from what I remember, was dizzy etc. then it kind of just went.
15 mins later, we left and had a short walk to the local restaurant. Half way there, I had immense lain in my stomach and groin area. I fell to my knees again on the sidewalk near the restaurant. I then managed to walk to the restaurant and immediately went into the toilet.
I felt sick, anxious, weird, nauseous, etc. then, cur my first panic attack.
Even since then, a whole 12 years, I had had Generalized Anxiety Disorder (diagnosed 2013).
How does that even happen? I don’t understand how hitting my head would cause that? Did I accidentally damage my amygdala/hippocampus when falling?
Thanks.

Hi everyone, I'm located near Boston and looking for someone to join me this Saturday at Okemo. It's supposed to snow and be amazing. I have a car. Advance level.

In October I ranted about how the teacher said she had concerns with my son, kindergarten. He didn’t want to try letters/number practice with the other kids. At the end of the day, he’d play by himself. She noted other behaviors like hand flaps and tippy toe walking, as well as sensitivity to other people. She mentioned monitoring him and how she was not saying to right now but if things didn’t improve she may suggest assessing him for being on the spectrum.
My husband lost his shit (later, at home). He did not like hearing anything close to Autism. I talked him down, pointed out that he had ADHD and wouldn’t be surprised to hear our son had that, and that autism is a spectrum and even if he was diagnosed it wouldn’t hurt him, only entitle him to accommodations.
the update
In November she emailed me and said she sat down with him and he read her a whole book, she was shocked. She knew he could count, but when she individually talked math with him he was adding and subtracting, skip counting by 5, 10, 100, and 1000. I told her all this on the “welcome to kindergarten” page we had to fill in but ok… she put him into grade 1 on Wednesday afternoons for math time.
Yesterday she said great things about him. How she had to put level 2/3 books in his bin where other kids are reading “this is a…” over and over he was reading stories. The grade 1 math teacher says he’s higher than lots of her grade 1 kids (and they are already trying to think of how to challenge him next year). He’s more social with the other kids than at the start of the year and they’ve added first-then-next boards near the door to help him stay on task. Her concern now is with writing. Presented with a whole page of practice, he gets overwhelmed and quits, so she gives him a line at a time.
It felt like a very different conference, like I gave her a different kid from September. I am relieved.
But also a little annoyed - you didn’t figure out he could read til November? After I TOLD YOU HE COULD? Anyway, that’s in the past. My kid is doing well, and she didn’t bring up any psychological testing, so my husband is happy.
The end.

Hi,i'm making this to...talk about certain issues and just get them off my chest. First off,if you have seen my bio you can clearly see that it says i'm autistic. This has been one of the greatest drawbacks in my life since it has led me to have episodes where my emotions where would be highly vulnerable because of regret in my choices related to socialization. I just can't help myself but look like a scary weirdo,i ruined many friendships in the past because i unironically thought just because someone showed me kindness it meant i had a chance at a romantic relationship with them and i would get really aggresive when my advances were rejected. I may have grown past that,i may now be a more rational person. But i still don't know how to interact properly,i don't know how to keep a friendship's flame alive. I feel like if i don't talk to someone daily they will get bored of me and can our relationship. And for actual romantic relationships? Don't get me started on that. I cannot even be near a girl that probably will never see me again without feeling like i can't breath. It all started back when i had a crush on a girl from my school but i never mustered up enough courage to confess and after losing my chance i touched rock bottom and began an episode of self-hatred in which i constantly berated myself for being a coward yet never doing anything to better myself.
All i want now is to just...stop existing,and not in the "take my own life" way because the very idea of doing so disgusts me. I just want...no one to acknowledge me,i want no one to know i'm there...i gave up trying to socialize...i just want to be by myself.

I have had a lifelong complicated relationship with my mother who has been an addict for going on 20 years and is riddled with undiagnosed mental health issues (one of which i suspect to be BPD with comorbid NPD). While we have had some positive moments throughout the years we have faced even worse traumatic ones from her untreated addiction and mental health, recently our relationship has taken a down turn for the worst and I have attempted to regain my sanity by drawing boundaries around communication as it was becoming too consuming. However upon me trying to draw these boundaries they have repeatedly been disregarded. My approach after this has been to save my words and energy and jump to blocking. Upon me doing this she has been sending relatives/flying monkeys to message me in attempt to get me to communicate with her using the line “she’s just worried about me and wants to know that i’m okay” as a manipulation tactic for sympathy and so she can remain the victim at all costs. I have unblocked her saying I am fine then blocked again, something I only did to ease my other relatives from her pestering them. Fast forward to now 2 days later, she has now taken to calling me off blocked numbers leaving voicemails saying to call her back.
When this change in relationship first started I didn’t think of NC being the solution but with where I am now I honestly don’t know what other option there is? I have asked nearly 4 times in the last 2 months to have my boundaries respected and they haven’t been. How do you know when enough is enough? How do you know when it’s reasonable to give them another chance?
She needs serious mental health care and rehab, the emotional incest and enmeshment is so incredibly unhealthy for me and a dynamic that i’m not interested in having in my life. In the past I have let her “off the hook” for so much, mainly because i feel bad about her addiction and struggles but i feel like i am finally seeing all her manipulation tactics for what they really are and i no longer can unsee them. In the past she would apologize after issues so I also saw this as her being willing to try and improve, but really all it is an empty word with no meaning behind it that she can use to manipulate me and rope me back into forgiving her.

Hello. I hope you’re all well. I’m a Chemistry Bachelors graduate who got decent grades all my life, including university, and I went to a pretty good one. I graduated back in 2019 and took a few months off due to the loss of a loved one I never had the time to get over. I was never the best or brightest student but I gave every moment I had towards my study. Later on in that same year I started applying to some graduate schemes. I made sure I was eligible for them of course and because most of them were numerate based such as finance, I figured that while competition was to be expected, I should have stood a pretty decent chance. Unfortunately I didn’t seem to, although it’s worth mentioning at the time that my CV was nowhere near as good as it is now.
I was offered a couple of jobs in early 2020 but they fell through seemingly due to the pandemic. In 2021 I still had a lot of rejections but I lucked out with a lab job during COVID. I enjoyed the colleagues I worked with, though the job itself was not enjoyable and neither were a couple of supervisors I had to work under. Still, I’d like to think I gave it my all by doing my workload first and then seeing how I could aide others. It may not sound like much but it was for the most part, unskilled labour so that was the best I could do at the time. In any case, it was a contract role and we weren’t needed for very long as COVID started to die down. The job also payed minimum wage. Keep that in mind for later.
I kept tutoring for a while but lucked into another contract job, though I will admit it wasn’t really something I saw myself enjoying. It was a role managing data for a department of local government. I wish I could say more but it’s probably best not to. The pay was much better and I did enjoy the people I worked with from time to time, however the role was almost 100% remote and there was little to no mentorship for me in a department I couldn’t have possibly known about beforehand. I studied even on weekends to try to get to better grips with the job, but I’m afraid while I was grateful for the opportunity, I found it overall uninteresting and lonely, and again, I wasn’t remotely passionate about the sector I was working in. In case you were wondering, I had in fact applied for a different job at the council but was offered another job instead, so I wanted to see how/where I’d fit in and what skills I could contribute. My contract lasted a month longer than my employers initially intended, and they thanked me for my work when they didn’t have to (remember, I was an expendable temp), so I’m hoping that’s at least a good sign, but I agree that that job wasn’t for me.
The truth is I don’t really know what I want to do. I’m going to have to disappoint any detractors by saying that further study such as a Masters or PhD is out of the question for me unless it’s in the form of an apprenticeship. I don’t care enough about anything to put myself in more student debt and I know someone who has proven that more education isn’t a slam dunk solution. She’s done at least 2 PhD’s, having applied for jobs where the hiring manager told her she was more qualified than they were. One of her PhD’s was in my own subject - Chemistry. All the jobs she wanted rejected her because “she didn’t have the right experience”, so now she’s the manager of a supermarket. Even if I’m destined to be a fool who doesn’t have his dreams fulfilled, I’d rather be a fool who got to save his money, not to say that she was a fool, mind you. She just loves studying, whereas I just want to get stuck into the working world. This is not to mention that people have rightly suggested that my pursuing any kind of further education, whether formal or informal, will, 1.) not make up for a lack of experience and 2.) make me come across as work-shy, meaning I look like I’m not ready to enter the workforce, even if I actually am.
I’m willing to work in science and have applied for some jobs that I am again eligible for, not limited to a medical lab assistant. I’m overqualified for a couple of those positions but I’m hoping that won’t be held against me. I’m satisfied with the pay and do see it as a fantastic learning opportunity regardless. I even have at least a couple more in mind that I will apply for in due time. But my interests vary. I’m willing and eager to learn more about technology and/or finance. Whichever path I am able to go down, I see myself learning a valuable life skill that everyone should consider learning as technology and financial management become more important both professionally and personally. Subsequently, I have been applying for tech and finance grad schemes, not limited to Data Analysis, IT Support and Accounting. All of which accept STEM graduates. I’ve been dabbling on Coursera and Udemy looking at qualifications such as the Azure DP-900, AZ-900 and the CompTIA A+ exam, but I know that passing the exams alone won’t necessarily help me. I even managed to teach myself SQL, but I know that disregarding luck, those alone won’t help me.
It’s an unfortunate conundrum because how else am I supposed to prove myself without experience I can’t get?
Thanks to this and an unfortunate run in with an unsympathetic career coach who actually thought I was worth less than minimum wage, I lost confidence in myself and subsequently my enthusiasm to study, although I’m determined to pick myself back up and at the very least, have not stopped applying. I never intend to work in unskilled labour again. I’m IT literate, well educated, have a decent work ethic, empathetic and I get on reasonably well with people. There must be something for me and yet I feel so useless. I feel like I am trying to make something of myself but I’m just not enough for this world. To say I feel behind at my age would be a complete understatement. I don’t want to give up on my life. I’ve come so far, I have other ambitions, again both professional and personal and there are people who believe in me. It’s just unfortunate that right now, I couldn’t blame them if they were disappointed.
P.S. It may be obvious that my self-esteem has taken a hit, but before anyone makes a suggestion, yes I am arranging to see a therapist about it, although it’s taking ages. Also for context, I live in a Western country.

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Gabe and Isabel have nearly enough characters in their tale to warrant a spin-off series, so time to crowd the stage and introduce Gabe’s stunt-friend Trey.
“What’s the point of me again?” Trey needs clarification over basketball. “How did we meet?”
“I heard you speaking English?” Gabe tries. “Oh, I’m trans. That and not knowing you is why I didn’t add you on social media.”
“Whoa! And you want to marry this girl?” Trey remembers his lines. “I mean, you should pause and think about it. Do you really want to be with someone who loves and accepts you?”
“Yes?” Gabe isn’t sure Trey is living up to the fake-friend promise.
“Well I would slow down, and definitely don’t ask for her hand in marriage and reveal the trans thing on the same visit with the parents,” Trey advises. “Every sitcom gives you 30 minutes to chew on a coming-out before the wedding episode, and this show is like a thousand minutes long.”
“Yeah, but the cameras make it a bit safer,” Gabe has a point.
“Did that stop River from lamp-smacking Pedro?” Trey has three points!
Gabe remains resolved so Trey takes his doubt on the road and meets up with Gabe and Isabel at a spot where they usually bro-out doing man things like smashing stuff with their beef-mitts in front of tits. Isabel does her best to believe Gabe has a second-life as a nomadic womanizer without guffawing. Perhaps the fake business and the real surgeries and actual families provide sufficient drama without the need for Trey’s services?
“I’m afraid not,” production has notes. “Normally, yes, but we’ve got a LOT of sad white women this season. Without these two, it’s basically crying and Nicole looking like she wants to return to the sea.”
“Speaking of secretos,” Trey isn’t ready to abandon the spotlight just yet. “How about that trans business? Did you know about this, Isabella?”
“Really?” Isabel won’t last much longer.
“It’s Isabel,” Mateo, Isabel’s friend, manifests like Daniele’s watching.
“Did YOU know about this?” Trey needs to ask this some more. “This culture es muy machismo. Mucho cheesimo. Muy.”
“Muy confuso,” M’Hog agrees.
“Colombia is more progressive than Alabama,” Jeymi has been talking to Kris. “Are any of you even armed right now?”
Gabe gets a bit worried when Isabel mentions her dad being religious, since the bulk of Gabe’s daily hate comes from trolls and people who use religion to justify bigotry. All the same, the whole family prepares to head to Isabel’s parents’ house for a few days, with Miguel taking on the turtle-transport task like someone who wants his reptiles to live. The parents are excited to see them, and report endorsing Gabe as a partner, since he has a good heart and a “special disposition to love Isabel.” After greeting and asking about sleeping arrangements, dad says Gabe will sleep in separate quarters since he’s a guest.
“Oh, I’m not a virgin,” Isabel breaks the news to them gently, hiding Miguel behind her back.
“More secretos!” Trey won’t leave.
They sit down to eat, and ask Gabe how Colombian food measures against American cuisine, and Gabe reports food in Miami is just deep-fried golf balls, and Colombian food has ingredients. Gabe adds that he’s calling Colombia home now, to further his relationship with Isabel. Dad can’t help but smile when Gabe mentions wanting to be with her his whole life, and the grandparents quiz the kids to make sure they’re on board with this plan. Miguel shrugs his support, while daughter says that she’s happy when her mom is happy.
“If God is not in our lives it won’t work out,” dad adds ominously.
“Okay,” Gabe is scared. “By God do you mean like God-God, or like red Starbucks cup God, or just-cover-your-body-and-serve-me God, or…”
Jen’s been trying to leave India since her plane landed, and this time tells Rishi she’s not keen to join the family home.
“Okay,” Rishi says.
“Really?” Jen looks for the fire exits.
As a compromise, Jen allows Rishi more time to tell his family he’ll be booing-up with the weird white lady who talks to them like they’re feral children communicating with claps.
Jen’s creeping up on 30 days in India, and she learned watching Jenny’s 23 seasons that all that’s required to stretch a visa to four months is leaving every 30 days. She rolls into a lawyer’s office with one week to spare and no fucks to give about the cost of airfare, to see how far she needs to go to be far enough from India to avoid offending the country.
“You do not have the google?” the lawyer is understandably stunned this is happening.
“I have two masters’ degrees, and haven’t read since,” Jen explains. Then she tells the lawyer and his paternal supervisor that she’s engaged, and would like to remain in India as God allows.
“Why do they keep trying to drag me into this?” God is exhausted.
The lawyer asks to see her visa, so Jen surrenders her phone.
“When are you getting married?” the lawyer asks, scanning her photos for nudes.
“He hasn’t told his family yet,” Jen TMI’s.
“So never,” the lawyer shrugs. “You’re going to need another tourist visa.”
“BUT!”
“This is your phone, correct?” the lawyer is over it. “Do you see where it says ‘number of entries’? The answer to your riddle lies here.”
“Whaaaaa? I thought ‘single’ was my marital status!”
“This is crazy American behavior,’ the lawyer is a touch too on-the-nose.
“Look, this is my fucking livelihood,” Camera #1 needs the lawyer to know what she’s been through. “Just wait until we leave to laugh like everyone else, and focus on distributing doom!”
Jen insists that nothing worth doing has ever been hard, and a life-changing decision should demand minimal effort.
“It’s like, message received, universe!” Jen cries.
“That wasn’t me,” the Universe chimes in.
“Maybe this is God telling me to stop trying to make this work,” Jen sobs.
“When did you start trying?” God is with the Universe on this one.
Jen’s got to tell Rishi this news in front of the chai-guy, and leaves out the part where this information was readily available to her the entire time. Rishi looks like he just took a kick from Oussama’s donkey, and neither of them are ready to get married in just a month, but they don’t want to break up. Tears happen.
“Would anyone like some more chai?” the chai-guy feels helpless.
Debbie and Oussama leave the airport for Rabat, and Oussama wastes no time sharing what every Arabic man tells their non-Muslim western-would-be-wife on this show, so do I even have to type it? Debbie thinks she’s already sacrificed enough by agreeing to like-button his facebook poetry, and Oussama requests she just learn to be “40% of a Moroccan housewife” — and Moroccan housewives work hard.
“I thought hard work kills the creativity?” Debbie needs to understand there’s two different standards at play here. “I’ve already worked hard my entire life. When do you start?”
Still, Debbie says she’ll warm to the idea if their food is primarily take-out and they agree to get fucked up on wine on the regular. Oussama notes that this is fine, they just can’t drink at the house.
“It makes the angels go outside of the home and makes the devil come inside,” Oussama explains how booze works.
“Finally, a fucking invite!” the devil has been waiting for this moment.
“Is that how you got this way?” Debbie starts putting the pieces in place. “Can we slough them off at a brew pub somewhere, or is this an exorcism situation? Do you have an ancient box I can twirl in my hands?”
Debbie colors this whole turn bizarre, and so she anticipates walking out the same 100% Debbie she was when she walked in.
“I need a drink just thinking about it,” Debbie laughs.
“No, this will be fine,” Oussama reads from his *PUA Handbook for Muslim Men Marrying Western Women for Lulz.* “My word is final. Old American women have so much dumb.”
“Excuse me! Did he say old?” Jen has an issue here.
“Me not old,” Memphis wants to be included.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so I’m packing, and I’m leaving,” Nicole does her part.
“I don’t know Oussama,” Debbie’s destined for reality tv. “It’s starting to sound like you plan to fuck around and find out.”
They arrive at a gorgeous inn with brilliant decor and architecture, and Debbie marvels at its beauty, before suggesting Oussama might want to be 20% a gentleman and give her back a fucking break and get the bags. God takes revenge on Oussama for suggesting Debbie dilute herself and brains him on his way out of her room.
“He just clotheslined himself bad!” Debbie laughs along with God, who takes full responsibility.
“My neck,” Kris feels it all the way in Colombia.
Debbie puts her stuff away and thinks she’s been left no choice but to remind Oussama of her majesty through jewelry. She makes her grand entrance in a flowing dress, and wants to finalize a few things, since Oussama has already written 40% of her identity out of the story. She asks how long they plan to stay with his parents, and Oussama assures her that she won’t be there long at all, but he’ll probably be there until the planet dies.
“So wait, where am I going to be when the planet dies?”
“Dead,” Oussama hopes this clears things up.
“What if it dies in three months? Where will I be then?”
“Oh, in America,” Oussama thinks she asks a lot of questions, and he swears he explained his policy about cats>humans.
“But I’m wearing a lion’s head,” she directs his attention.
Debbie thinks this information might have been more useful prior to packing, and Oussama says he knew she wouldn’t come then, so as you can see, this deception is fine. Debbie is gobsmacked, and reports the last time she was there he practically floored it to the courthouse, and now he’s demanding a two-month trial run and a return to Georgia before he weighs his options a second time.
“You sure screwed up Oussama,” Debbie sadly shakes her head. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
With that Debbie takes her leave, and vows to get in a quick camel ride and replenish her bead collection before returning to the House of Wonders that has managed to remain enchanted without her.
The Four Day Torment of Kris is ready for Chapter Exhausted, and the box of pills and magic shot have narcolepsied Kris into a denim-coma, granting Jeymi a chance to escape this tit-pillow prison. She asks Kris if she still wants to take photos on the backs of horses wearing cowboy hats, or if it’s cool for her to change out of this outfit, and Kris says Jeymi should go it alone while she face-plants and listens to “Ring of Fire” on repeat. With that, Jeymi scurries off to meet with friends Alex and Leo.
“HELP ME!” She screams as she runs into the restaurant.
“DID SHE FOLLOW YOU?” Alex and Leo need to know this first.
Jeymi says that somewhere Kris’ car-accident total rose to four, one for each day she’s spent in Colombia, and one of these accidents resulted in a neck injury so confusing that it somehow feels better smashed sideways into a moosh pillow.
“Kris also said it would be better if you didn’t meet her before we’re already married,” Jeymi frowns.
“Has she been in jail?” Alex has a wager he’s looking to settle. “Is she there now?”
“Does she think everything south of Texas is Mexico?” Leo has a bet of his own. “Is Tucker Carlson her president?”
They tell Jeymi this is why their original advice was to leave her at the airport, and she interjects that Kris is going back there soon enough anyway.
“Because she’s going to jail?” Alex isn’t letting his theory dissolve, but is willing to wait.
Nicole waffles around the house in search of a storyline other than clothing, and settles on slow-motion ironing, which is still clothing, and another reason to be late to Mahmoud’s uncle’s house. Uncle owns a garment factory, and Mahmoud and Nicole think they can turn her designs into a family business, once they’re married to other people. For reasons known only to Mahmoud, he believes this sojourn to the next House of Judgment will relax Nicole.
“I feel that once she sees my aunt completely covered with only her eyes exposed, she’ll understand how respectful this is,” Mahmoud says things.
Nicole’s welcomed into the house, and they share her sketches with the family, while Nicole describes a strange, isolated hamlet of America where women are restricted to short sleeves and skirts with nary a pant to be found.
“What?” Every clothing shop from LA to NYC has questions.
Uncle Fashion reports that Nicole’s designs are a good start, but they’re not quite a burqa yet, and he’s wondering when Mahmoud is going to brainwash Nicole into thinking a similar outfit is her own idea. Nicole thinks this is a very personal question, and thought she made it clear she’s there for a business opportunity. Uncle says if she hadn’t converted and somehow fallen into the strictest circle of religious Egypt this wouldn’t be a thing. Mahmoud tells them that Nicole doesn’t understand the purpose of the hijab, or any facet of the religion beyond the single sentence she willingly recited prior to nuptials, but he’s made a point to repeatedly bring it up while speaking of nothing else. Uncle retorts that the clothing is not the most important part, the praying is, and Nicole says that Mahmoud still has to teach her this.
“I’m having a crisis of faith,” Nicole describes losing something she never had. “I still need to iron it and find the shoes to match.”
“Trust me, praying is more important than the clothes,” Uncle insists.
“Not to Mahmoud!” Nicole objects.
“There are books that could answer a lot of these questions…” God tries.
“I was not told there would be reading!” Nicole objects again.
“Right?!” Jen’s on board.
STILL TO COME THIS SEASON: Kris and Jeymi commit love crimes in front of astonished witnesses, Jen travels through time towards her actual age, Nicole dresses like a lady-sperm on an important ovarian quest, Gabe shares his secrets with Isabel’s family, Daniele goes snorkeling for new complaints, and Yohan finds an excuse to reference the baby-arm in his pants.
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It took 11 hours for me to realize this posted to my profile and not this sub. 😮‍💨 Hello everyone! I stopped breastfeeding 2 months ago and got my new measurements done last night. I'm now a 38K down from an N. I'm trying to find a slightly padded/pull pad wireless bra in that size but many places either don't go that high or they direct me to look for their products at stores and boutiques near me. I just want to order one online that I can pay expedited shipping for to be here in a week.
Any ideas on what retailers in the US actually sell this size and type? Thank you in advance. 😊

I (20m) and my girlfriend (18f) have been dating for about a year. She is now 8 months pregnant with my baby. Yes things happened fast but we have a very healthy and loving relationship and things just happened. We are both really excited about this and plan on spending our lives together. Giving that I’m only 20 I don’t have much about life figured out yet but I believe things come in time. Throughout this whole pregnancy I’ve been working 5-6 day work weeks. So I haven’t got much chance to go to the doctor appointments except for the ultrasound that told us the gender But other than that I’ve missed out on every other appointment. About mid way through the pregnancy my girlfriend moved in with me. Everytime an appointment would come near she’d go back to her parents house for a few days and her mom would take her to her appointments. There was times where I was more than happy to take off a day of work to bring her myself but her mom would always have an excuse for me not to. Usually saying I don’t need to take off work, which I did understand. I can’t help but to feel left out of this whole thing at the same time. I want to be there for my girlfriend throughout this but I understand that I needed to work. About one month ago I had to quit my job and leave the place I was living, which was out of my control but I ended up having to move back to my home town which is 4 hours away from my girlfriend. She’s now living back with her parents and planning on moving down here with me after the baby’s born. So this also means I’m missing out on more. She is now taking classes to prepare for birth and her moms the one with her. So throughout this whole pregnancy her mom has been through everything with her. Now here’s the problem. Her due dates coming up and they allow two people to be in the room during birth. At first we thought it was just one person allowed in with her so it was gonna be me. Even tho her mom was always saying it should be her. Now that two people can be in the room I feel like it should just me and my girlfriend. I missed out on a lot of this and I just wanted this one thing to be just us without her mom being around. I’ve tried telling her how I feel but she always says that it would break her moms heart to not be in the room. I also wouldn’t much mind this as much if her mom liked me but she’s said things way out of line countless times. She’s told my girlfriend not to let me sign the birth certificate or give him my last name, she has no good reason to suggest these things. At this rate I can already see that she’s gonna be the mother in law that’s gonna feel more untitled to my baby than even me. It’s not even like my girlfriend and her mom have the best relationship. Yes they’re close but they constantly argue and it’s usually because of the way her mom treats and talks about me. So am I the asshole for not wanting her mom in the delivery room

It's the original, so it's is pretty worn. Only thing is that there is a slight rip near where my mother's ss is, but all the info is there.
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I'm trying to get a new birth certificate as I put it off as my home city is an administrative nightmare. Even when I lived in my home state, I would never go into my city's offices. I ordered through vital check in feb, and it says to give 3-75 days, so I am looking at the end of April. My mom said she was willing to get it for me in person, but the only appointments are from May onwards, so might not save any time there.
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Would it be worth it to try with my current B.C as I will be traveling around middle of July, or just wait for a new BC and hope to expedite my passport (it'll be my first one)?

Gabe and Isabel have nearly enough characters in their tale to warrant a spin-off series, so time to crowd the stage and introduce Gabe’s stunt-friend Trey.
“What’s the point of me again?” Trey needs clarification over basketball. “How did we meet?”
“I heard you speaking English?” Gabe tries. “Oh, I’m trans. That and not knowing you is why I didn’t add you on social media.”
“Whoa! And you want to marry this girl?” Trey remembers his lines. “I mean, you should pause and think about it. Do you really want to be with someone who loves and accepts you?”
“Yes?” Gabe isn’t sure Trey is living up to the fake-friend promise.
“Well I would slow down, and definitely don’t ask for her hand in marriage and reveal the trans thing on the same visit with the parents,” Trey advises. “Every sitcom gives you 30 minutes to chew on a coming-out before the wedding episode, and this show is like a thousand minutes long.”
“Yeah, but the cameras make it a bit safer,” Gabe has a point.
“Did that stop River from lamp-smacking Pedro?” Trey has three points!
Gabe remains resolved so Trey takes his doubt on the road and meets up with Gabe and Isabel at a spot where they usually bro-out doing man things like smashing stuff with their beef-mitts in front of tits. Isabel does her best to believe Gabe has a second-life as a nomadic womanizer without guffawing. Perhaps the fake business and the real surgeries and actual families provide sufficient drama without the need for Trey’s services?
“I’m afraid not,” production has notes. “Normally, yes, but we’ve got a LOT of sad white women this season. Without these two, it’s basically crying and Nicole looking like she wants to return to the sea.”
“Speaking of secretos,” Trey isn’t ready to abandon the spotlight just yet. “How about that trans business? Did you know about this, Isabella?”
“Really?” Isabel won’t last much longer.
“It’s Isabel,” Mateo, Isabel’s friend, manifests like Daniele’s watching.
“Did YOU know about this?” Trey needs to ask this some more. “This culture es muy machismo. Mucho cheesimo. Muy.”
“Muy confuso,” M’Hog agrees.
“Colombia is more progressive than Alabama,” Jeymi has been talking to Kris. “Are any of you even armed right now?”
Gabe gets a bit worried when Isabel mentions her dad being religious, since the bulk of Gabe’s daily hate comes from trolls and people who use religion to justify bigotry. All the same, the whole family prepares to head to Isabel’s parents’ house for a few days, with Miguel taking on the turtle-transport task like someone who wants his reptiles to live. The parents are excited to see them, and report endorsing Gabe as a partner, since he has a good heart and a “special disposition to love Isabel.” After greeting and asking about sleeping arrangements, dad says Gabe will sleep in separate quarters since he’s a guest.
“Oh, I’m not a virgin,” Isabel breaks the news to them gently, hiding Miguel behind her back.
“More secretos!” Trey won’t leave.
They sit down to eat, and ask Gabe how Colombian food measures against American cuisine, and Gabe reports food in Miami is just deep-fried golf balls, and Colombian food has ingredients. Gabe adds that he’s calling Colombia home now, to further his relationship with Isabel. Dad can’t help but smile when Gabe mentions wanting to be with her his whole life, and the grandparents quiz the kids to make sure they’re on board with this plan. Miguel shrugs his support, while daughter says that she’s happy when her mom is happy.
“If God is not in our lives it won’t work out,” dad adds ominously.
“Okay,” Gabe is scared. “By God do you mean like God-God, or like red Starbucks cup God, or just-cover-your-body-and-serve-me God, or…”
Jen’s been trying to leave India since her plane landed, and this time tells Rishi she’s not keen to join the family home.
“Okay,” Rishi says.
“Really?” Jen looks for the fire exits.
As a compromise, Jen allows Rishi more time to tell his family he’ll be booing-up with the weird white lady who talks to them like they’re feral children communicating with claps.
Jen’s creeping up on 30 days in India, and she learned watching Jenny’s 23 seasons that all that’s required to stretch a visa to four months is leaving every 30 days. She rolls into a lawyer’s office with one week to spare and no fucks to give about the cost of airfare, to see how far she needs to go to be far enough from India to avoid offending the country.
“You do not have the google?” the lawyer is understandably stunned this is happening.
“I have two masters’ degrees, and haven’t read since,” Jen explains. Then she tells the lawyer and his paternal supervisor that she’s engaged, and would like to remain in India as God allows.
“Why do they keep trying to drag me into this?” God is exhausted.
The lawyer asks to see her visa, so Jen surrenders her phone.
“When are you getting married?” the lawyer asks, scanning her photos for nudes.
“He hasn’t told his family yet,” Jen TMI’s.
“So never,” the lawyer shrugs. “You’re going to need another tourist visa.”
“BUT!”
“This is your phone, correct?” the lawyer is over it. “Do you see where it says ‘number of entries’? The answer to your riddle lies here.”
“Whaaaaa? I thought ‘single’ was my marital status!”
“This is crazy American behavior,’ the lawyer is a touch too on-the-nose.
“Look, this is my fucking livelihood,” Camera #1 needs the lawyer to know what she’s been through. “Just wait until we leave to laugh like everyone else, and focus on distributing doom!”
Jen insists that nothing worth doing has ever been hard, and a life-changing decision should demand minimal effort.
“It’s like, message received, universe!” Jen cries.
“That wasn’t me,” the Universe chimes in.
“Maybe this is God telling me to stop trying to make this work,” Jen sobs.
“When did you start trying?” God is with the Universe on this one.
Jen’s got to tell Rishi this news in front of the chai-guy, and leaves out the part where this information was readily available to her the entire time. Rishi looks like he just took a kick from Oussama’s donkey, and neither of them are ready to get married in just a month, but they don’t want to break up. Tears happen.
“Would anyone like some more chai?” the chai-guy feels helpless.
Debbie and Oussama leave the airport for Rabat, and Oussama wastes no time sharing what every Arabic man tells their non-Muslim western-would-be-wife on this show, so do I even have to type it? Debbie thinks she’s already sacrificed enough by agreeing to like-button his facebook poetry, and Oussama requests she just learn to be “40% of a Moroccan housewife” — and Moroccan housewives work hard.
“I thought hard work kills the creativity?” Debbie needs to understand there’s two different standards at play here. “I’ve already worked hard my entire life. When do you start?”
Still, Debbie says she’ll warm to the idea if their food is primarily take-out and they agree to get fucked up on wine on the regular. Oussama notes that this is fine, they just can’t drink at the house.
“It makes the angels go outside of the home and makes the devil come inside,” Oussama explains how booze works.
“Finally, a fucking invite!” the devil has been waiting for this moment.
“Is that how you got this way?” Debbie starts putting the pieces in place. “Can we slough them off at a brew pub somewhere, or is this an exorcism situation? Do you have an ancient box I can twirl in my hands?”
Debbie colors this whole turn bizarre, and so she anticipates walking out the same 100% Debbie she was when she walked in.
“I need a drink just thinking about it,” Debbie laughs.
“No, this will be fine,” Oussama reads from his *PUA Handbook for Muslim Men Marrying Western Women for Lulz.* “My word is final. Old American women have so much dumb.”
“Excuse me! Did he say old?” Jen has an issue here.
“Me not old,” Memphis wants to be included.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so I’m packing, and I’m leaving,” Nicole does her part.
“I don’t know Oussama,” Debbie’s destined for reality tv. “It’s starting to sound like you plan to fuck around and find out.”
They arrive at a gorgeous inn with brilliant decor and architecture, and Debbie marvels at its beauty, before suggesting Oussama might want to be 20% a gentleman and give her back a fucking break and get the bags. God takes revenge on Oussama for suggesting Debbie dilute herself and brains him on his way out of her room.
“He just clotheslined himself bad!” Debbie laughs along with God, who takes full responsibility.
“My neck,” Kris feels it all the way in Colombia.
Debbie puts her stuff away and thinks she’s been left no choice but to remind Oussama of her majesty through jewelry. She makes her grand entrance in a flowing dress, and wants to finalize a few things, since Oussama has already written 40% of her identity out of the story. She asks how long they plan to stay with his parents, and Oussama assures her that she won’t be there long at all, but he’ll probably be there until the planet dies.
“So wait, where am I going to be when the planet dies?”
“Dead,” Oussama hopes this clears things up.
“What if it dies in three months? Where will I be then?”
“Oh, in America,” Oussama thinks she asks a lot of questions, and he swears he explained his policy about cats>humans.
“But I’m wearing a lion’s head,” she directs his attention.
Debbie thinks this information might have been more useful prior to packing, and Oussama says he knew she wouldn’t come then, so as you can see, this deception is fine. Debbie is gobsmacked, and reports the last time she was there he practically floored it to the courthouse, and now he’s demanding a two-month trial run and a return to Georgia before he weighs his options a second time.
“You sure screwed up Oussama,” Debbie sadly shakes her head. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
With that Debbie takes her leave, and vows to get in a quick camel ride and replenish her bead collection before returning to the House of Wonders that has managed to remain enchanted without her.
The Four Day Torment of Kris is ready for Chapter Exhausted, and the box of pills and magic shot have narcolepsied Kris into a denim-coma, granting Jeymi a chance to escape this tit-pillow prison. She asks Kris if she still wants to take photos on the backs of horses wearing cowboy hats, or if it’s cool for her to change out of this outfit, and Kris says Jeymi should go it alone while she face-plants and listens to “Ring of Fire” on repeat. With that, Jeymi scurries off to meet with friends Alex and Leo.
“HELP ME!” She screams as she runs into the restaurant.
“DID SHE FOLLOW YOU?” Alex and Leo need to know this first.
Jeymi says that somewhere Kris’ car-accident total rose to four, one for each day she’s spent in Colombia, and one of these accidents resulted in a neck injury so confusing that it somehow feels better smashed sideways into a moosh pillow.
“Kris also said it would be better if you didn’t meet her before we’re already married,” Jeymi frowns.
“Has she been in jail?” Alex has a wager he’s looking to settle. “Is she there now?”
“Does she think everything south of Texas is Mexico?” Leo has a bet of his own. “Is Tucker Carlson her president?”
They tell Jeymi this is why their original advice was to leave her at the airport, and she interjects that Kris is going back there soon enough anyway.
“Because she’s going to jail?” Alex isn’t letting his theory dissolve, but is willing to wait.
Nicole waffles around the house in search of a storyline other than clothing, and settles on slow-motion ironing, which is still clothing, and another reason to be late to Mahmoud’s uncle’s house. Uncle owns a garment factory, and Mahmoud and Nicole think they can turn her designs into a family business, once they’re married to other people. For reasons known only to Mahmoud, he believes this sojourn to the next House of Judgment will relax Nicole.
“I feel that once she sees my aunt completely covered with only her eyes exposed, she’ll understand how respectful this is,” Mahmoud says things.
Nicole’s welcomed into the house, and they share her sketches with the family, while Nicole describes a strange, isolated hamlet of America where women are restricted to short sleeves and skirts with nary a pant to be found.
“What?” Every clothing shop from LA to NYC has questions.
Uncle Fashion reports that Nicole’s designs are a good start, but they’re not quite a burqa yet, and he’s wondering when Mahmoud is going to brainwash Nicole into thinking a similar outfit is her own idea. Nicole thinks this is a very personal question, and thought she made it clear she’s there for a business opportunity. Uncle says if she hadn’t converted and somehow fallen into the strictest circle of religious Egypt this wouldn’t be a thing. Mahmoud tells them that Nicole doesn’t understand the purpose of the hijab, or any facet of the religion beyond the single sentence she willingly recited prior to nuptials, but he’s made a point to repeatedly bring it up while speaking of nothing else. Uncle retorts that the clothing is not the most important part, the praying is, and Nicole says that Mahmoud still has to teach her this.
“I’m having a crisis of faith,” Nicole describes losing something she never had. “I still need to iron it and find the shoes to match.”
“Trust me, praying is more important than the clothes,” Uncle insists.
“Not to Mahmoud!” Nicole objects.
“There are books that could answer a lot of these questions…” God tries.
“I was not told there would be reading!” Nicole objects again.
“Right?!” Jen’s on board.
STILL TO COME THIS SEASON: Kris and Jeymi commit love crimes in front of astonished witnesses, Jen travels through time towards her actual age, Nicole dresses like a lady-sperm on an important ovarian quest, Gabe shares his secrets with Isabel’s family, Daniele goes snorkeling for new complaints, and Yohan finds an excuse to reference the baby-arm in his pants.
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Gabe and Isabel have nearly enough characters in their tale to warrant a spin-off series, so time to crowd the stage and introduce Gabe’s stunt-friend Trey.
“What’s the point of me again?” Trey needs clarification over basketball. “How did we meet?”
“I heard you speaking English?” Gabe tries. “Oh, I’m trans. That and not knowing you is why I didn’t add you on social media.”
“Whoa! And you want to marry this girl?” Trey remembers his lines. “I mean, you should pause and think about it. Do you really want to be with someone who loves and accepts you?”
“Yes?” Gabe isn’t sure Trey is living up to the fake-friend promise.
“Well I would slow down, and definitely don’t ask for her hand in marriage and reveal the trans thing on the same visit with the parents,” Trey advises. “Every sitcom gives you 30 minutes to chew on a coming-out before the wedding episode, and this show is like a thousand minutes long.”
“Yeah, but the cameras make it a bit safer,” Gabe has a point.
“Did that stop River from lamp-smacking Pedro?” Trey has three points!
Gabe remains resolved so Trey takes his doubt on the road and meets up with Gabe and Isabel at a spot where they usually bro-out doing man things like smashing stuff with their beef-mitts in front of tits. Isabel does her best to believe Gabe has a second-life as a nomadic womanizer without guffawing. Perhaps the fake business and the real surgeries and actual families provide sufficient drama without the need for Trey’s services?
“I’m afraid not,” production has notes. “Normally, yes, but we’ve got a LOT of sad white women this season. Without these two, it’s basically crying and Nicole looking like she wants to return to the sea.”
“Speaking of secretos,” Trey isn’t ready to abandon the spotlight just yet. “How about that trans business? Did you know about this, Isabella?”
“Really?” Isabel won’t last much longer.
“It’s Isabel,” Mateo, Isabel’s friend, manifests like Daniele’s watching.
“Did YOU know about this?” Trey needs to ask this some more. “This culture es muy machismo. Mucho cheesimo. Muy.”
“Muy confuso,” M’Hog agrees.
“Colombia is more progressive than Alabama,” Jeymi has been talking to Kris. “Are any of you even armed right now?”
Gabe gets a bit worried when Isabel mentions her dad being religious, since the bulk of Gabe’s daily hate comes from trolls and people who use religion to justify bigotry. All the same, the whole family prepares to head to Isabel’s parents’ house for a few days, with Miguel taking on the turtle-transport task like someone who wants his reptiles to live. The parents are excited to see them, and report endorsing Gabe as a partner, since he has a good heart and a “special disposition to love Isabel.” After greeting and asking about sleeping arrangements, dad says Gabe will sleep in separate quarters since he’s a guest.
“Oh, I’m not a virgin,” Isabel breaks the news to them gently, hiding Miguel behind her back.
“More secretos!” Trey won’t leave.
They sit down to eat, and ask Gabe how Colombian food measures against American cuisine, and Gabe reports food in Miami is just deep-fried golf balls, and Colombian food has ingredients. Gabe adds that he’s calling Colombia home now, to further his relationship with Isabel. Dad can’t help but smile when Gabe mentions wanting to be with her his whole life, and the grandparents quiz the kids to make sure they’re on board with this plan. Miguel shrugs his support, while daughter says that she’s happy when her mom is happy.
“If God is not in our lives it won’t work out,” dad adds ominously.
“Okay,” Gabe is scared. “By God do you mean like God-God, or like red Starbucks cup God, or just-cover-your-body-and-serve-me God, or…”
Jen’s been trying to leave India since her plane landed, and this time tells Rishi she’s not keen to join the family home.
“Okay,” Rishi says.
“Really?” Jen looks for the fire exits.
As a compromise, Jen allows Rishi more time to tell his family he’ll be booing-up with the weird white lady who talks to them like they’re feral children communicating with claps.
Jen’s creeping up on 30 days in India, and she learned watching Jenny’s 23 seasons that all that’s required to stretch a visa to four months is leaving every 30 days. She rolls into a lawyer’s office with one week to spare and no fucks to give about the cost of airfare, to see how far she needs to go to be far enough from India to avoid offending the country.
“You do not have the google?” the lawyer is understandably stunned this is happening.
“I have two masters’ degrees, and haven’t read since,” Jen explains. Then she tells the lawyer and his paternal supervisor that she’s engaged, and would like to remain in India as God allows.
“Why do they keep trying to drag me into this?” God is exhausted.
The lawyer asks to see her visa, so Jen surrenders her phone.
“When are you getting married?” the lawyer asks, scanning her photos for nudes.
“He hasn’t told his family yet,” Jen TMI’s.
“So never,” the lawyer shrugs. “You’re going to need another tourist visa.”
“BUT!”
“This is your phone, correct?” the lawyer is over it. “Do you see where it says ‘number of entries’? The answer to your riddle lies here.”
“Whaaaaa? I thought ‘single’ was my marital status!”
“This is crazy American behavior,’ the lawyer is a touch too on-the-nose.
“Look, this is my fucking livelihood,” Camera #1 needs the lawyer to know what she’s been through. “Just wait until we leave to laugh like everyone else, and focus on distributing doom!”
Jen insists that nothing worth doing has ever been hard, and a life-changing decision should demand minimal effort.
“It’s like, message received, universe!” Jen cries.
“That wasn’t me,” the Universe chimes in.
“Maybe this is God telling me to stop trying to make this work,” Jen sobs.
“When did you start trying?” God is with the Universe on this one.
Jen’s got to tell Rishi this news in front of the chai-guy, and leaves out the part where this information was readily available to her the entire time. Rishi looks like he just took a kick from Oussama’s donkey, and neither of them are ready to get married in just a month, but they don’t want to break up. Tears happen.
“Would anyone like some more chai?” the chai-guy feels helpless.
Debbie and Oussama leave the airport for Rabat, and Oussama wastes no time sharing what every Arabic man tells their non-Muslim western-would-be-wife on this show, so do I even have to type it? Debbie thinks she’s already sacrificed enough by agreeing to like-button his facebook poetry, and Oussama requests she just learn to be “40% of a Moroccan housewife” — and Moroccan housewives work hard.
“I thought hard work kills the creativity?” Debbie needs to understand there’s two different standards at play here. “I’ve already worked hard my entire life. When do you start?”
Still, Debbie says she’ll warm to the idea if their food is primarily take-out and they agree to get fucked up on wine on the regular. Oussama notes that this is fine, they just can’t drink at the house.
“It makes the angels go outside of the home and makes the devil come inside,” Oussama explains how booze works.
“Finally, a fucking invite!” the devil has been waiting for this moment.
“Is that how you got this way?” Debbie starts putting the pieces in place. “Can we slough them off at a brew pub somewhere, or is this an exorcism situation? Do you have an ancient box I can twirl in my hands?”
Debbie colors this whole turn bizarre, and so she anticipates walking out the same 100% Debbie she was when she walked in.
“I need a drink just thinking about it,” Debbie laughs.
“No, this will be fine,” Oussama reads from his *PUA Handbook for Muslim Men Marrying Western Women for Lulz.* “My word is final. Old American women have so much dumb.”
“Excuse me! Did he say old?” Jen has an issue here.
“Me not old,” Memphis wants to be included.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so I’m packing, and I’m leaving,” Nicole does her part.
“I don’t know Oussama,” Debbie’s destined for reality tv. “It’s starting to sound like you plan to fuck around and find out.”
They arrive at a gorgeous inn with brilliant decor and architecture, and Debbie marvels at its beauty, before suggesting Oussama might want to be 20% a gentleman and give her back a fucking break and get the bags. God takes revenge on Oussama for suggesting Debbie dilute herself and brains him on his way out of her room.
“He just clotheslined himself bad!” Debbie laughs along with God, who takes full responsibility.
“My neck,” Kris feels it all the way in Colombia.
Debbie puts her stuff away and thinks she’s been left no choice but to remind Oussama of her majesty through jewelry. She makes her grand entrance in a flowing dress, and wants to finalize a few things, since Oussama has already written 40% of her identity out of the story. She asks how long they plan to stay with his parents, and Oussama assures her that she won’t be there long at all, but he’ll probably be there until the planet dies.
“So wait, where am I going to be when the planet dies?”
“Dead,” Oussama hopes this clears things up.
“What if it dies in three months? Where will I be then?”
“Oh, in America,” Oussama thinks she asks a lot of questions, and he swears he explained his policy about cats>humans.
“But I’m wearing a lion’s head,” she directs his attention.
Debbie thinks this information might have been more useful prior to packing, and Oussama says he knew she wouldn’t come then, so as you can see, this deception is fine. Debbie is gobsmacked, and reports the last time she was there he practically floored it to the courthouse, and now he’s demanding a two-month trial run and a return to Georgia before he weighs his options a second time.
“You sure screwed up Oussama,” Debbie sadly shakes her head. “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
With that Debbie takes her leave, and vows to get in a quick camel ride and replenish her bead collection before returning to the House of Wonders that has managed to remain enchanted without her.
The Four Day Torment of Kris is ready for Chapter Exhausted, and the box of pills and magic shot have narcolepsied Kris into a denim-coma, granting Jeymi a chance to escape this tit-pillow prison. She asks Kris if she still wants to take photos on the backs of horses wearing cowboy hats, or if it’s cool for her to change out of this outfit, and Kris says Jeymi should go it alone while she face-plants and listens to “Ring of Fire” on repeat. With that, Jeymi scurries off to meet with friends Alex and Leo.
“HELP ME!” She screams as she runs into the restaurant.
“DID SHE FOLLOW YOU?” Alex and Leo need to know this first.
Jeymi says that somewhere Kris’ car-accident total rose to four, one for each day she’s spent in Colombia, and one of these accidents resulted in a neck injury so confusing that it somehow feels better smashed sideways into a moosh pillow.
“Kris also said it would be better if you didn’t meet her before we’re already married,” Jeymi frowns.
“Has she been in jail?” Alex has a wager he’s looking to settle. “Is she there now?”
“Does she think everything south of Texas is Mexico?” Leo has a bet of his own. “Is Tucker Carlson her president?”
They tell Jeymi this is why their original advice was to leave her at the airport, and she interjects that Kris is going back there soon enough anyway.
“Because she’s going to jail?” Alex isn’t letting his theory dissolve, but is willing to wait.
Nicole waffles around the house in search of a storyline other than clothing, and settles on slow-motion ironing, which is still clothing, and another reason to be late to Mahmoud’s uncle’s house. Uncle owns a garment factory, and Mahmoud and Nicole think they can turn her designs into a family business, once they’re married to other people. For reasons known only to Mahmoud, he believes this sojourn to the next House of Judgment will relax Nicole.
“I feel that once she sees my aunt completely covered with only her eyes exposed, she’ll understand how respectful this is,” Mahmoud says things.
Nicole’s welcomed into the house, and they share her sketches with the family, while Nicole describes a strange, isolated hamlet of America where women are restricted to short sleeves and skirts with nary a pant to be found.
“What?” Every clothing shop from LA to NYC has questions.
Uncle Fashion reports that Nicole’s designs are a good start, but they’re not quite a burqa yet, and he’s wondering when Mahmoud is going to brainwash Nicole into thinking a similar outfit is her own idea. Nicole thinks this is a very personal question, and thought she made it clear she’s there for a business opportunity. Uncle says if she hadn’t converted and somehow fallen into the strictest circle of religious Egypt this wouldn’t be a thing. Mahmoud tells them that Nicole doesn’t understand the purpose of the hijab, or any facet of the religion beyond the single sentence she willingly recited prior to nuptials, but he’s made a point to repeatedly bring it up while speaking of nothing else. Uncle retorts that the clothing is not the most important part, the praying is, and Nicole says that Mahmoud still has to teach her this.
“I’m having a crisis of faith,” Nicole describes losing something she never had. “I still need to iron it and find the shoes to match.”
“Trust me, praying is more important than the clothes,” Uncle insists.
“Not to Mahmoud!” Nicole objects.
“There are books that could answer a lot of these questions…” God tries.
“I was not told there would be reading!” Nicole objects again.
“Right?!” Jen’s on board.
STILL TO COME THIS SEASON: Kris and Jeymi commit love crimes in front of astonished witnesses, Jen travels through time towards her actual age, Nicole dresses like a lady-sperm on an important ovarian quest, Gabe shares his secrets with Isabel’s family, Daniele goes snorkeling for new complaints, and Yohan finds an excuse to reference the baby-arm in his pants.
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just want to rant ... just went on a first date with a doctor who last minute refused to get me an uber to the restaurant. He instead chose to drive to where I was waiting after class while complaining that he couldn't pick a new spot because he couldn't text me while he was driving. he said he almost ran someone over while texting me (ever heard of voice to text , or CALLING ME ??!) . So we went to a different place near me. The date was like an hour and he nodded me towards getting a 2nd glass of wine and food, and kept touching my back. Lo and behold at the end, we leave and he just immediately leaves and strands me at the corner and I yelled to ask him to stop and get me a car home . He said ok , ordered it to the wrong address & refused to change it, and then speed walked away so I couldn't follow him . Don't sit thru the fcking date pretend to be nice and encourage me to order more food and drinks when you were a vindictive pos all along . Awful... He also kept making comments about how i'm "obviously not from here" (NYC) when I didn't know the hospital he worked at uptown and streets super far uptown LOL... It was so bizarre and invalidating because I'm from the northeast and my parents are from NJ and NY lol (I did not tell him this) How do I stop being so personally affected by comments on dates ?

This is going to be kinda long so please bear with me.
Me and my friend have been best friends for almost 2 years now. Normally we talk, watch shows, or play games together every single day. We are very close and always update each other about our days and lives etc. I also want to add because I feel like its prominent for later, that I will often do nice things for her, like send her flowers or buy her lunch etc.
We live a state away from each other but go on vacations often together. In October I asked her to be my girlfriend since it seemed like her saying yes wouldn't change our relationship much. She said she is just happy being friends. I tell her that's fine I don't want to lose her friendship so I am okay with that.
Fast forward to January we go on another one of our trips together. Normally we share a hotel room and get two beds which we did. However the first night we were there I was having trouble sleeping because I get pretty bad insomnia sometimes. Anyway she heard me still awake and went and sat on the end of my bed. She then asked me if I still liked her, I said yes I do. She then asked if she could kiss me, again I said yes. From here things proceeded how you think they would and more then just kissing happened.
A few days later we have a conversation about the trip and what we did and what that means. She tells me she doesn't want a relationship because she never see's herself being in one, they make her anxious and she feels like she will lose her independence/individuality. I basically tell her that if we are together not much will change besides we get be more romantic with each other and having sex is nice. She basically replied with what she already said. In reply I basically asked what she wanted then? Does she want to be FWB? She said it might not be a great Idea but she would be okay with it if I am and if the mood arises. So I say that is fine.
so through the rest of January and most of February we continue like normal we talk everyday, game, I bought her lunch and sent her flowers a few days before Valentines which she really seemed to like. We planned a trip for her to come see me in April and I would take her to the Tulip fields we have near my area. We only got one bed this time. This trip was supposed to be for her birthday so I got the Airbnb for us as her gift (This is the first time we haven't gone 50/50 on a trip).
About a week afterward she sounds off in our voice chat so I ask her if something is wrong. Basically she tells me I am text her too much and asking her to game to much (Keep in mind we have been talking and gaming everyday for the past 2 years almost). Basically she says she wants some space from me talking to her. So I give her space and only text her back when she texts me for the next couple weeks in this time we start to game a lot less aswell.
we had plans to marathon a show together for months, we even read the book that the show was about and marathoned the first season together too. but about a week ago when the shows season 2 released I asked if she was ready to watch and she told me she was actually watching with her sisters instead. So I felt hurt and ditched by my best friend. I sent her a long message explaining that.
So after sending that message the next I get one back basically saying that we need to talk. So we once more have a talk where she tells me that our relationship is making her anxious because she feels like I thought that was a day and really wants me to know she doesn't want a relationship. I replied basically saying that we have talked about this extensively and I know that, however we have been gaming and watching shows together for ages so why would I think its a date now, and if that's the case what do you think I think about sharing a bed? Basically her only replies through that conversation were "k." she never responded to the last text I sent. The next day I ask if she would like to finish the conversation to which she replied. "There is nothing left to talk about." So I asked if we were good and she sent me a thumbs up emoji. I asked are you sure? Its kinda hard to tell when you just send me a Emoji? Do you still even want to come to see me and the tulips in a couple weeks? she then said "I'm just tired of talking about this." and then completely changed the subject talking about a game we play.
At this point I am mentally exhausted and confused because I understand she doesn't want a relationship but it also seems like she doesn't even want a friendship at this point. I feel like I cant get her to just give me a straight up answer especially on if she still wants to come or not. All my friends tell me I should drop her and cancel the trip but I really don't want to lose someone who was my best friend for the longest time. I just don't know what happened.
Basically I am hoping to get the perspective of outsiders. Should I go on this trip with her and see how things turn out, if they will go back to normal? Or should I cancel the trip and try to move on from this relationship. Your thoughts would be super helpful thanks! I also want to add I get she doesn't want a relationship but at this point I just want my friend to act like my friend again.
TL:DR
I asked out my best friend, she said she just wants to be friends. a couple months later she asks if I like her still, we have sex, she then says she doesn't want a relationship. we plan another trip together and soon after she starts to become distant toward me. Should I cancel the trip or go and see if things go back to normal?