Having good looks is a curse.

I know, npnt.

I’m being told that I’m pretty all my life. I’m blessed with height and am also slim built with an ample bosom. Tbh, I don’t see what others see in the mirror. I’m just me. I’m an introvert so I don’t open up easily unless I’ve spent time knowing a person. I don’t socialise a lot too. I always try to blend in but shit always seem to happen.

In pri and sec school I was bullied so much by other girls. When I reached the age when boys started to notice me, it got worse. I get prank calls from boys asking me to be their gf and their current gf would gang up with others to confront me and make my life hell. Once they even threw my school bag into the boys toilet, vandalized my desk, drew on my uniform. I was so afraid of going to school and couldn’t focus in class. I dreaded being approached by anyone especially boys who wanted to get to know me. It’s very uncomfortable when people keep staring at your chest instead of looking you in the eye when talking. I feel like a piece of meat. I mostly wear baggy clothes from then on.

When I thought those days were over, jc and uni aren’t better. I thought I made some friends only to overhear them telling others they just wanted to know what’s the fuss about me. Said I’m just some stupid flower pot plus other very mean and hurtful things about me. So basically they weren’t really my friends. I started to keep to myself even more.

I finally entered the workforce and unknowingly dated a married man for a few months. I ended the relationship when I found out. He didn’t wear a wedding ring so I assumed he’s single. How stupid of me. I’ve also dated a guy who actually have a gf and I only discovered it much later. I was so broken after that. Whenever someone tried to ask me out again I just said no. I thought of trying dating apps but I fear it’s worse.

All that talk about looks. Sometimes it’s a curse for some people you know? You wonder if the person is really interested in getting to know you or is just desire or lust.

I had a crush a guy recently and I think he noticed, he told me he finds me intimidating to be with. What does that even mean? How much of myself should I change to have a guy who is willing to look past my physical appearance and treat me like a normal person? I also want an authentic love with an authentic guy.

From a heart broken girl.

Please don’t judge me for liking someone else husband… I am sorry truly.

I am a f 20+ and the guy i like is 40+. I know the age gap damn… but i really do like him.

For someone who don’t really want to be in a relationship, meeting him makes me wants to have my own family but he has his own family already.

I didn’t know who to share it with because it has been in my mind for quite awhile. I am scared i know its wrong, that is why i even left the job just to stay away from from him. But leaving the job doesn’t help because i still think about him all the time. I don’t know maybe this is the first time i like someone, that is why i can’t forget him but he is married and I don’t want to be ‘that’ person.

What am I supposed to do? Really i tried everything like finding every flaw he had just to make me hate him, i left my job just to avoid seeing him (we work in the same department), i keep reminding myself that he is married with children. I know how it feels having ur family ruined by a third party. It happened to my mom. I don’t want to be like that for his wife. The irony ah i use to tell everyone i hate people who ruin other peoples relationships but look at me now. Btw he doesn’t know… or maybe he know cause i was being flirty with him before i knew he was married… but yeah. Help me. I am so tired.

Here are what netizens think:

• Work on your own growth, you’ll not think about him eventually.
• He can be ur father already.
• Go sugarbook and find other 40+ men

Ignore the last aspect to this : say if I dress up as a police officer and walk around the streets and let’s say a robbery happened right in front of me, and people around told me to act on it, I’ll just tell them “Oh I’m not a real police. Just dressing up like one”.

Ignoring the law aspect on this : If I dress up as a McDonald’s worker and go to McDonald, customers there may assume I’m a worker and asked for help, or workers there may assume I’m new there, but I’ll just tell them “Oh I don’t work here. Just dress up like one”.

So same goes for if you dress up like a wh*re, then people will look at you and probably treat you like a wh*re , regardless if you’re actually a wh*re or not.

My point is, people actually do judge the book by its cover. People will automatically look at you a certain way, and treat you a certain way, if you dress a certain way.

So stop with the whole “Just because dress/look like X doesn’t mean I am Y” kind of argument. Just accept the reality of life.

The faster you learn and accept this, the better your life is. There’s nothing you can do. Just accept it. It’ll save your life.

Here are what netizens think:

• I am looking forward to dressing up for Halloween.

• When a traffic police stop you… you tell him please don’t dress like that laa. And come back tell us what happens

• The argument is so wrong. Police, nurses, McDonalds, these are uniformed staff. It is meant to differentiate from others. What u r referring to, is not uniform per se

• Ya la that’s what first impressions are for of cos the way you dress says something abt you. Unless got no money wear nothing. But that also says something la hahaha

I f/33 live in a rental apartment with my unemployed husband m/30 of 2 years. I work retail jobs (fancy i know) and I obviously barely can afford bills.

My Mom passed away 2 months ago, All I inherited from her was a gold bracelet. I keep this bracelet in my closet that no one – and I mean no one comes near except for me and my husband.

Days ago it went missing, It just disappeared out of the blue. I looked for it, I cried, I gave up looking and moved on. The other day I came home and found out that my husband bought two cartons of beer. I wasn’t expecting that I asked where he got the money and he said he borrowed it from a friend. but as far as I know, he only has 2 friends and both of them swore won’t lend him a dime since he never pays them back.

When I reminded him of that he just gave me a look and asked if I was hinting that he took my bracelet, pawned it, then bought the beer. I shrugged and said “well…don’t you think it’s strange that the bracelet just disappeared into the air? then 2 days later you bought so much beer?” he got mad and said that I was such a delusional b&$#@ to even hint that he might have stolen the bracelet.

He shamed me for it and said I’m just upset he’s “managing” his current financial situation and is still able to buy himself nice stuff, unlike me. We kept arguing till he took the beer and left the apartment with it. Said he was going to try it at a friend’s house and that I’d better prepare an apology for when he gets back.

I didn’t but I still think that it’s all just so suspicious to be a coincidence.

How am I in the wrong?

When I made an engaged coworker cheat at work 27F

So it’s a very old story but I think it’s now getting me into a circle as now I am engaged and getting all wild.

So there was this colleague quite tall and cute. We worked closely together at least twice a week for several months and knew a lot of intimate details of each other’s lives.

I started off with some harmless office flirting (telling him he was strong when he’d move something for me, etc) and eventually it started both ways.

His compliments became more about my body, and I’d catch him glancing down my shirt. I started wearing looser clothing to make sure he got a better look and called him out a few times.

I started to get more flirty with him and eventually we discussed fantasies – one of his was to have his fiancé visit during his lunch break and get naughty.

His fiancé is repulsed by the idea of even visiting – so I jokingly said I’d gladly do it if I were her.

We started texting more outside of work and he said something about what hed do if he were single, this started a long week of naughty messages between us.

Finally, one day, we worked together… during the slow part of our night we managed to get time to walk to the canteen – at least that’s what we told our supervisor.

Instead we went down to hallway and entered into an empty room, I teased him with a quick strip and then gave him a very enthusiastic bj. He didn’t last long.

He gave me a heads up he was close and I took him deep into my throat and let him shoot straight down my throat.

We cleaned up got dressed and got back to work. I still can’t believe he actually cheated with me.

He knows it was a one time deal, but I wonder if he’ll try for more now that he’s already crossed that line once.

But now that i think about it that I am engaged and have even more f’ed up urges it’s just crazy how messed up I am.

Innocently teased a coworker at lunch this week while wearing panty hose with no panties underneath (27F)

So I took a seat at my usual table in the cafeteria. The tables are small round ones that usually fit 4 people but now we all get our own. There’s a lot of employees working from home at that time. We all rotate weeks in and out.

That week happens to have both me and Pat (not his real name) on the same schedules. He is in his late twenties but looks younger and started here about a year ago. Very nice guy, polite and mostly keeps to himself and his work.

We usually used to interact a few times a day for work stuff but since the COVID thing a little fun started being sprinkled in with the work emails and chats. It was good clean fun for the most part.

One day he kind of casually mentioned how he thought it was nice I wore skirts once in awhile… for a young guy he has older beliefs about what women should wear and how they should look. Not in a bad way.

Anyway that led to a few weeks of added innuendo in our emails. Mostly comments back and forth about how young he is and how old I am.

One day I told him I loved shopping at Victoria’s Secret. He eventually confessed to being attracted to women who wore stockings and nylons… so of course I started wearing them more when we worked on site in the same week.

When I was dressing the other day and I thought about my little fantasy it really kind of took hold in me and I decided to do it.

From mid morning on I was very nervous. And excited. And wet! I was concerned people might actually smell me. But I guess social distancing helped with that too.

He had saw me once that morning and we chatted from afar as I was using the copier and I definitely saw him focusing on my legs. I made sure he would come to the cafeteria by emailing him about how hungry I was because I had skipped breakfast.

My panty hose was soaked by the time I sat down. He came in shortly after and sat at the next table. I realized then that my plan of crossing and uncrossing my legs probably wouldn’t work because of the angle and the table being in the way.

We chatted about this and that. I had just opened my yogurt cup and was starting to think I would have to try some other day, some other way, when the watery syrup on top of the yogurt gave me the idea.

He was telling an animated funny story about the problems he had assembling a new BBQ he bought and had moved his chair out to stand at one point so I slid my chair back from the table and turned it to him.

I was gently stirring my yogurt when he got to the punchline and we both had a big laugh while he sat back down. At the same time I let a big spoonful of the yogurt slip off I spread my legs as it splattered on the chair between them.

I yelled “shit!” and spread wider while grabbing my used napkin. It was running down the seat so I was kind of arched off my chair as I pushed it forward with the soaked napkin.

We were both laughing. I looked up and saw him staring right between my legs. The yogurt still a mess on the seats and some was on my thighs.

He asked with a laugh if I needed help. I said yes get me some napkins! He got up to go to the counter and I used my finger to out a little yogurt right on my private parts.

He returned and put the pile of napkins And the empty table next to me. I thanked him and reached over, which allowed me to spread my left leg a little farther. I didn’t look, but there’s no doubt he was staring right between my legs, at my “forbidden place”.

I went to work cleaning up the seat between my spread thighs, laughing and saying what a klutz I was. It took three or four napkins to clean it all up.

We chatted and laughed about my mess. I moved to a different chair and resume to being prim and proper. On the way out him purposely walked in front of him.

When we got to the hallway where he would go his own way, I looked over my shoulder and asked him if I had any on the back of my skirt and arched my backside a little bit for him. He took a good look and said no it was fine. I smiled and told him thanks for the help.